Conjured Hearts
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				Title: <strong>Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 02:19:17</strong>
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				Soft candlelight filled the otherwise dark expanse of the basement of the Lamda Epsilon Roh fraternity house (http://www.trinity.edu/jdunn/images/IthacaNY/Cornell/frathouse1.JPG). It was five minutes from midnight, though the young man was oblivious to this fact as he worked feverishly with chalk in hand to finish the diagram he was scribing upon the wall. He paused from time to time and consulted a book that lay at his feet. It was a worn looking codex with a binding of aged, cracked black leather and yellowed pages that looked as though they would crumble to powder at the slightest touch. The last of its kind, this book contained a sizeable assortment of spells, but the one in the pages before him was the one that carried his full attention. <br><br>The spell was a conjuration - a very specific conjuration. A conjuration that gained its energy from the powers of destiny itself. A spell made to open a gate between worlds and allow soulmates - otherwise cheated by fate and circumstance to never know each other's love - to find each other. This spell was greatly appealing to the young man, as he was rather shy and not possessed of particularly good social skills. Indeed, most interactions with women his age usually ended with him stammering and stuttering all over his words like a dope, completely ignored or taken for granted, or in the worst of instances left with a bright red hand-shaped mark on his cheek. But the stocky young man, with his boyish face, light brown unkempt hair and equally unkempt wardrobe wanted to know love, wanted to know romance and his sub-par social skills to this end compounded his misery. <br><br>And so, here he was in the frat house basement with a spellbook, candles, chalk and a desperate, crazy hope for love. Stepping back, he surveyed his handiwork upon the wall. It was an intricate chalk drawing of an arched gateway inscripted with words of an ancient language who's name he did not even know. Without this archway, the magical energies would have no physical focus in the mundane world and the spell simply would not work.&nbsp; According to the book it looked perfect. <br><br>Carefully picking up the tome, Brendan stepped back even further - now a good 10 feet from the wall and the diagram upon it. His hand trembled slightly as he turned the page and a swallow traveled down a dry throat. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath before exhaling to relieve the nervousness. And, clearing his throat, he began intoning the chant on the page in his boyish, almost nasaly voice. "Relian hespero, alteria vullzye. Igshabnal faldazar e ryott otrazek! Aldariabozi ot malakrian. Bolu! Taku! Imniott! Rakkomal KLACKTIEL!" Upon the final word, Brendan loudly clapped his hands together in front of him, then slowly pulled them apart as if opening up an imaginary double gate, much like the one he drew on his damp basement wall. <br><br>Brendan waited for but only a moment before the candle flames guttered and snuffed out. In the darkness that followed, the diagram of the gate gave off a faint iridescent shimmering. It was the only thing that Brendan could see and scarcely so at that until he caught sight of something inside the diagram. A single blue, golf ball-size orb seemed to float slowly out of the gate from beyond an unseen threshold. It flickered with waves of what seemed to be azure flame and grew with the near-living beat of an actual fire until it filled the bulk of the summoned gateway. A moment later, the eerie ghostly flame came tearing across the room in Brendan's direction, seeming to go right through him before it disappeared - causing no harm - and making the room go completely dark. <br><br>"HOLY FUCKING CRAP!" he screamed, falling back and landing flat on his ass. "What the hell was that about?!" He exclaimed, looking around. He was now in total darkness - with not even the shimmering of the gate left. Brendan groped around until, finding a candle and pulling a lighter from his pocket, he brought a bit of light back into the room. The collage boy looked forlornly at the book and back at the diagram upon the wall and a depressed sigh escaped his lips. "Well that wasn't at all what was <em>supposed</em> to happen..." he said sullenly. And holding the candle in one hand and the spellbook in the other, he headed for the stairs with shoulders slumped - he was done. All he wanted at this point was a light snack and what could still be had of a good night's sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 08:55:03</strong>
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				There was a sense of panic in Sophia's heart, she had just been pulled from her home and now she didn't know where she was as time and space felt like it was crushing in upon her. The next thing she knew, it was dark and it smelled of earth. Was she underground, opening her eyes she realized in a state of panic she was in a basement. She was standing behind a man, a young man, before him on the wall was an arched door drawn in chalk. In a huff she conjured a fireball, it's ghostliness grew as her anger did, being torn from her comfortable spot in the sun next to a Shinto priest who loved her like a human did not feel good. Not to mention the bout of nausea she was feeling at the moment. <br><br>She concentrated making the fire burn brighter, longer, and larger. She wanted to be back in the sun, to feel the salty air against her fur and be treated to yummy foods. She was treated with respect and had enjoyed a longer life than any of her siblings. The priest of the shrine was old, but a kind-hearted man, who took pity on her when she was a kitten. She was kept safe as a stray and in return she gave the religious man company and love. The flame grew more and more as the cat watched from the back of the room, behind Brendan. Her stubby little tail wiggling furiously as her golden eyes narrowed. The moment she thought any further of the priest, she became emotional at the thought of her childhood, the flame tore towards the boy who pulled her away from her comfort. <br><br>As he fell over and the candles went out, she took the opportunity to examine him, in the darkness she saw his face. And then she paused. Her cat irises fixated on his face as he stumbled around in the darkness with his hands, searching for some light. He intrigued her, and now her anger subsided, but she still wanted to go back home. She would watch him from afar, perhaps gain permanent access to this place, and wait for a chance to go home. With slinking movement, she swiftly climbed the stairs out of the basement of the frat house, to the first floor. She looked around and with her luck she found an open window, to which she climbed out. Hopefully she had not been seen, but on first inspection no one was around as she made her escape. The wooden tag with her name on it brushed against her fur as moved out, revealing Katakana on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 09:14:27</strong>
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				"While out in the deep ocean, Tsunami's pass underneath ships with no more disturbance than any normal sea waves. It is only when traveling inland does the wave begin to rise". John read from his text book idly, the words falling of his lips slowly with eye's dancing from the text in front of him, to the baseball gripped underneath his strong fingers. A cool breeze ushered through the backyard of their frat house, giving the night air a small bite, the man releasing a quick shiver before trying to return to his studies.<br><br>Midterms were coming up, as well as his team's first game of the season. To save time John decided to kill two birds with one stone, why not practice his pitch and study at the same time? So, slinging up a large net between two trees situated in the middle of their yard, John threw pitches then read a paragraph, repeating the process over the last hour or so. "The phrase Tidal Wave is actually grossly inaccurate, Tsunami's having nothing to do with the tide itself. This term has been popularized by modern cinema, and does not accurately reflect how these forces of nature are created". Bringing his arm back, John marked a page with a finger and entered his pitching stance. Releasing a slow breath of air his handsome features furrowed beneath the baseball cap. Then in one fluid motion his arm snapped around with an incredible speed, lifting one leg while the hand which held his book flew back behind him.<br><br>The ball sped through the air and collided with the net so hard that for a brief instant John thought the white orb would punch a hole right through. Thankfully, for want to not buy a new net, the ball came a stop and thudded down into the soft dirt. The athlete smiled proudly, lifting the book in his hand and inspecting it's weight and spine. If he guessed, the counter-weight of holding his Oceanography textbook had added at least 5 miles per hour to his pitch. "I wonder if coach will let me carry this thing out onto the field. It would really add to the whole Sharks theme" referring to his team's name.<br><br>On his way to retrieve the ball and go for another round, something caught John's attention out of the side of his eye. The small, shallow windows that lead into the basement were glowing. Well, not really glowing, but there was some kind of light. It was blue, some kind of blue... something down there. Trying to narrow his vision for a better look, John quickly sprinted over to retrieve his ball. But when he turned back, it was gone. "What the fuck?" he asked himself, choking it up almost instantly to one of his roomies looking around for an old box or something, and the blue color had been a figment of his imagination.<br><br>"Waves currents create a circular motion when completely submerged. It is this circular motion that gives waves their familiar shape when approaching shore, and rising in shallow water."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 09:43:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Faint gray eyes stared lazily at a dimly lite ceiling it had been like this for a good portion of the night while loud incoherent music blared from cheap headphones. This poor soul had gained an unwanted case of insomnia which left him as he was now wide awake while no doubt others slept peacefully in their beds dreaming of magnificent adventures or of a loved one. The time was only twelve or so, but not even a yawn escaped his mouth only a uncontested sigh of how depressing his life had been up to this point filled with hardships and adversity. One would think that because of his height and physical features would make him a shoe in with women. At some cases yes it was enough, but not for Coltrane only in his wildest imagination could the concept of a woman liking him as he was. As an albino there were limitations on the things he could do without risking his skin to burn from over exposure, or screwing up his vision. Things like this had never been so bad back in middle school or even the start of high school. Women his age back then though him as some supernatural being. He hated it, yet the attention was great for a time.<br><br>As he turned from side to side over flowing white locks followed veiling his face which was just as pale if not more. Inwardly he cursed himself with his bad luck Colt's right hand caressed the only part of him that had the slightest hinge of color a long scar that started from the left cheek, across the bridge of his nose, and finally past the right part of his eye its pain long since faded leaving only a stitches with a small lack luster tale of its happening. The people in this house said it gave him character. It never stopped him from covering it up the best of his ability. His bed shifted to the side as he got up running a hand through his hair as it was a complete mess. After hours of laying down his once straight hair was frazzled and in ruins. Boredom had consumed him long enough, and there had to be some solution to it. The result was studying in his room of the various creatures from Greek mythology. The book he read had seen better days the cover was ripped in places showing its treatment, pages dog eared and slowly yellowing, and it had long ago lost that smell of a moderate kept book.<br><br>Every time he would read it one of the species made him pause to read it over. Erinyes (Furies) slowly reading the words aloud the name&nbsp; &nbsp;incited him so. "When the Titan Cronus castrated his father Uranus and threw his genitalia into the sea, the Erinyes emerged from the drops of blood, while Aphrodite was born from the crests of seafoam. According to variant accounts, they emerged from an even more primordial level from Nyx, <em>'Night'</em>. Their number is usually left indeterminate." Coltrane's pale hand went to the picture beside the text letting his index and middle finger slide down the page. " Virgil recognized three. Alecto <em>"unnameable"</em>, Megaera <em>"grudging"</em>, and Tisiphone <em>"vengeful destruction"</em>. Dante followed Virgil in depicting the same three-charactered triptych of Erinyes. His eyes darted to the image then rereading it twice over, so enthralled that when his phone rang out it snapped him back into reality and then some. Freaking him out badly enough that the young man fell from his bed bumping head first into the night stand and finally to the floor with a loud THUD, followed by his signature expression when in pain or other wise," ...Hurensohn" say this lowly to not wake the others, yet his racket from before put his efforts in vain.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 06:13:12</strong>
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				Kenji at the moment was busy being enraptured in his personal studies that he ignored most of what was happening so he could his studying and work done, before he would enjoy the rest of the evening.&nbsp; With that he made certain that he would be ignoring almost all distractions for the time-being.<br><br>Finally done, he stretches and gets up to go walk around and then decides to see if anyone would want to do anything.&nbsp; Seeing as how Brendan is usually doing his magic he decided he would go stop on by and see how his fraternity brother was doing?
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				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 07:20:46</strong>
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				His mood intrenched firmly in a state of solid dissatisfaction, Brendan moped through the door that linked the back of the kitchen to the basement stairwell. Seeing Kenji, his spirits lifted slightly and he managed a weak smile and a small wave for his frat "brother". No sooner had he done this had a sudden <strong>THUD</strong> sounded from somewhere above. His nerves were already strained to their breaking point for being attacked by a blue fireball in the basement so Brendan instinctively dropped low into a classic "duck and cover" position. After a moment, he looked up through the gap his hands made over his head and in a shakey voice asked Kenji, "W-w-what the hell was that?!"<br><br>He regained some composure and slowly rose to his feet. "Maybe we should go upstairs and find out what that was?"
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				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 07:24:45</strong>
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				Kenji was about to say something before he heard the thud.&nbsp; He jolted a bit when the noise was made and then he saw Brendan crouched and covering himself.&nbsp; He helped Brendan up as he looked around to see if anyone else heard the commotion.<br><br>"Something probably fell," he said to Brendan calmly, "Lets go see what it is so we know how big of a mess it made."
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				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 07:44:54</strong>
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				"That's a good idea..." Brendan agreed before ascending a second set of stairs with Kenji to where the bulk of the bedrooms were in the house. As always, there were piles of dirty laundry scattered every so often throughout the hall - as was the case with households such as these. But these piles were, of course, too soft and not weighty enough to cause the sound that they had heard. <br><br>Brendan paused a moment and pricked up his ears and, hearing a stirring from behind Colt's door - the only one to show any sound of movement this late at night - knocked gently upon it. "Colt... is everything all right in there? We heard a noise..."
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				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 07:46:56</strong>
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				Kenji waits with Brendan and since Brendan spoke first he waited with Brendan to see if Colt would open the door.&nbsp; If Colt did not open the door in less than a minute then Kenji will open the door then.&nbsp; Kenji was concerned about what fell and certainly hoped that nobody was the victim of anything falling on them.&nbsp; Things falling from high places tend to hurt when you get hit by them.
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				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 08:11:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"Ich schwöre bei Gott, dass ich hasse diese Scheiße!" Colt said aloud picking himself up from the floor while rubbing the back of his head in pain. He was decent enough in a long black shirt and a pair of lime green gym shorts that went past his knees. "I'm fine...I just fell off the bed." Speaking the truth not needing them to know it was because of his phone that caused this scene. Slowly but surely he'd maneuver to the door opening it just enough to peek outside to his two frat mates Kenji and Brendan. "Sorry about that don't know how I feel...anyway why are you two up? You don't look like either of you have been asleep." noticing it and instantly speaking his mind for good reason less chance for them to probe him on it. When it came to Brendan he was sort of friendly to him since Colt met him though they differed in some whys. The main reason however was because from time to time he'd manage to get a cooking idea or something from him. Kenji on the other hand well seemed to be something out of a an old movie to Coltrane with how he acted. Do nto get him wrong they got along fine enough, it was more of a mutual bond at this point which was growing.<br><br>"So come on out with it why are you two up past midnight?" Opening his door wider and giving them a dual point with both index fingers to try and be funny and serious at the same at the same time.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 08:33:08</strong>
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				Brendan chuckled at the Germanic outburst from the other side of the door, though made sure to regain his composure before it opened. "My ears.. and disappointment." Brendan replied at the asking of what he was "up to". "I'm thinking I'd maybe just like to go to sleep and... Oh, what's <em>that?</em>" He said to Colt while looking at the old-looking book sitting uncovered in his room.<br><br>The linguistics major picked up the well-used publication and thumbed idly through it. "Are you <em>sure</em> you're OK?" Brendan pressed, "From downstairs, that fall sounded pretty mighty. 'Course... my nerves <em>are</em> kinda shot at this point..." He ended, flashing a sheepish grin.
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				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 08:34:41</strong>
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				John had decided he was done for training for the evening, flipping his text-book underneath his arm while moving over around the house to the back entrance which lead into the kitchen. The screen made an awful creaking noise as he slid it open, stepping in and going for the first thing that made any sense, the beer. Pulling the cold can out from the fridge he then started off towards the center of the house, tossing his book down on the counter-top and taking his first sip.<br><br>There was sound of commotion upstairs, John narrowing his eye's before peaking his head around the corner. <strong>"Hey, what's going on up there. You guys better not be having sex with each other"</strong> chuckling to himself before taking another sip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 08:44:54</strong>
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				Sophia had found herself in a nearby tree, over looking the second floor through a window. She was peeping sure, but people might not notice her. There was commotion inside and the cat could hear it. /Sitting cautiously on a branch and hidden by enough foliage to avoid detection, she watched intently at the hallway through the window. People had climbed the staircase and approached a door. The man who pulled her here was one of them, and to this her stub of a tail twitched impatiently. <br><br><em>'That... that's disgusting. Look at all those clothes. People live like this? I can' imagine having dirty clothes laying around, makes me want a bath...'</em>the Japanese Bob-tail thought to herself, as she reflexively lifted her paw to lick it and groom herself for a short moment. Afterwards she went back to peering with her golden orbs through the foliage of the tree. What on earth were the doing in there? 
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				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 08:57:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Coltrane was about to comment back to Brendan when John came and slipped in something quick. His first reaction was to flip him the bird for even implying such an assumption. "Oh your so funny." grimacing at him walking back into his room before it went any further. His attention went back to Brendan who had picked up the book he was reading flipping through the pages. "What did you mean by disappointment man?" confused by his words though not wanting to pry into it too much since it was not his business. "If you want to borrow it you can. I have read that hundreds of times." wallowing to the small book case next to his computer. "I have lots of book on creatures of different creatures of myth." Picking up a more well kept and bought volume. "This one has more sensual creatures it. You know demons that perverted guys dream of and hope be with. Hell of a read if you ask me." tossing the book in his general direction. Colt went to the mirror fixing his the long locks of white hair doing so in a guy like manner which in told littler effort or a lack of one. Only putting it in a lack luster pony tail the ones guys did. It gave a perfect view of his scar. He covered his his face with his hand to block it. "Sorry if it messed you up Bren. I will be more careful in the future."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 09:12:46</strong>
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				John laughed, "That's what they keep telling me" he said with a kind smile. Slowly the realization dawned on him that there really was something going on that he had missed, and there was a small amount of tension in the room. Not like the group was about to fight or something, but the student got the impression that he should probably get to bed and let them finish whatever they were doing. He never liked that guy who came in at the end of a conversation and asked 'what happened', so he didn't. "I'm turning in guys, see you in the morning. By the way Colt my German mid-term is coming up, I need to get with you for some tutoring" he proposed while taking another sip, waving and turning off towards his room.<br><br>John's room wasn't big, and looked almost contradictory. There were posters of pro-athletes next to a post of the periodic table. The page markers for Advanced Biology and Marine Life were two MVP baseballs he had his team sign back in high school. With a sigh he threw himself down onto his comforter, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for exhaustion from the day to settle in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 10:01:57</strong>
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				"Hmm?" Mumbled Brendan, bending over to pick up the newer book thrown his way. He began thumbing through the pages of this one and crimson spread through his cheeks. "Uuh... this... This is uh.. umm..." His stammering trailed off as he stared at the pages before him. In a few moments time, a trickle of blood ran out of his right nostril and he quickly moved to cover it up with his hand. "I umm.. I think - I think I left something down in the basement." he hastily exclaimed, hurrying off downstairs, taking the book with him and shooting John a shady sideways glance while he passed him on his journey back to his room. <br><br>All the way back to the damp basement, he went. And, sitting down before his drawing of the gateway, he began again to thumb through his newest inspiration. "Oh dear, oh dear - so many choices!" he exclaimed, a devious smile spreading across his face. And then the left nostril started... "Of course!" He said after a moment, pounding a fist into an open palm. "When I first tried the ritual, my thoughts were too vague. I need to have something <em>specific</em> in mind and <em>THIS</em>..." He proclaimed, eyes widening as he looked at the page, "Is awfully specific..." A naughty cackle escaped his lips as he rubbed his hands together and began preparing the ritual anew.<br><br>Once more he lit the candles, consulted the conjuration in the book, intoned the words... In the middle of reciting the chant, he looked at Colt's book once more and inspiration filled his mind, and his nose bled ever more furiously as he finished the verbal components. Something was definitely different this time, as the flickering candles and shimmering gate diagram took on a purplish hue. A strange, strong, unfamiliar smell filled the air - musky and oddly appealing. For the briefest of moments, Brendan thought he saw the silhouette of a female form within the gateway and dual feelings of pride and desire welled up in him but were just as quickly crushed when the image promptly disappeared, along with the strange scent and the purple glow. The diagram sat as it had before the spell - merely chalk on a wall. In the dim candlelight, Brendan kicked a small pebble across the ground, "Aww... Nuts!" He exclaimed in frustration, finally going upstairs to claim some left over lasagne he had from when he made dinner the night before.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 10:56:34</strong>
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				Orane let out a sigh as she sat revising for her exam. This was a big pain in the arse for her, but she knew if she failed this time that would be it. Her licence would be utterly revoked for good. She'd be stripped of the powers she had left and reduced to a fuck toy for the rest of her life. Something that made her cringe and shudder visually at the simple thought. While other succubi would be happy with that role, she wouldn't be. Which is why the punishment was given to her. Or so she believed.<br><br>"Grrrr why is this so fucking awkward?!?!" She complained, as she head butted the book. <br><br>Having some difficulty with her studying she figured she'd pop to her friend's. She usually didn't mind helping her with revising, and always had a way with explaining things in a manner she understood. Mind made up, she made herself 'decent' before walking into the hall. Not paying any mind to the summoning circle she was standing on.<br><br>"Dad, Miri?" She called, her voice echoing in the big marble halls. "I am just heading to Alice's. I'll be back later!" She finished. <br><br>Then as she went to teleport the floor below her lit up, and within moments she was taken from her world to somewhere that wasn't home. Somehow she ended up in mid-air in a strange room and landed on something. Something soft. She looked round the room to try and figure out where she was. But after a few moments she quickly figured out where she was.<br><br>"Human world?!?" She mused aloud. "How did I?" She continued her thoughts. <br><br>However, as she continued observing her surroundings she FINALLY noticed she was sitting on top of a human. A real life human male! Judging from his appearance he seemed to be the age of consent and wasn't bad looking. Well as far as humans were. After a few moments of awkward silence she finally broke the ice. <br><br>"Erm... hi?" She said with a small nervous smile. Finding it slightly difficult to contain her excitement and nervousness. "My name is Orane..." She said, putting a finger to her lips as she tried to remember what else she had to say. "I am here to grant any desire you have." She continued. Not quite getting it right. "Money, power, revenge... basically anything you want." She said as she closed her eyes and chuckled. "In return I shall have your soul, once you are satisfied." She finished as she tilted her head and slowly opened her eyes. <br><br>Unfortunately her attempt to look appealing was interrupted as she went to stand only misplace her foot and fall out of the bed.<br><br>"Ouch!" She groaned in pain, as she hit the floor.<br><br><em>Great... first fuck up of the day.</em> Orane scalded herself. She hoped the male before her wouldn't call her on any mistakes or be too demanding with his wish. She was new to this and didn't want it to be too difficult or awkward. It was the last thing she needed after all the fuck ups she had done lately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 16:55:12</strong>
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				John had almost managed to fall asleep when an erie light, not too unlike the one he had seen in the basement earlier suddenly filled his room. The boy barely had time to open his eye’s and react before suddenly a weight came crashing down on his stomach.<br><br>The surprise of it was enough o knock the wind out of him, gasping and for an instant thinking that they other guys must be playing a prank on him. But when those soft blue eye’s adjusted to the light, he found the sexiest, most beautiful girl he had ever seen sitting on top of him.<br><br>She was talking to him, but the athlete was still in too much of&nbsp; a haze to understand what she was saying. Partially from being forcibly brought back from the edge of sleep, and partially because her chest was STILL bouncing from the fall on toop of him.<br><br>Finally when his senses had come back completely, the beautiful girl slipped off of him but clumsily tripped over and fell down on the floor with an echoing thud. Eye’s going wide John instantly threw the comforter off of him, thankful he had been to lazy to undress for bed, and jumped down next to her.<br><br>“Are you alright?!”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 17:29:23</strong>
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				Orane slowly got onto her hands and knees, as the human came over to her to see if she was ok. It seemed he was nice enough not to mock her. She nodded a little when he asked if she was ok, and slowly stood. She held left thigh to support it as she rose and it twinged from the small injury.<br><br>"I'm fine. A small fall never killed anyone" She said with a small smile. "As far as I know anywho..." She said biting her lower lip. She was truly unsure if a human would normally die from falling out of bed. I mean it hurt like hell for her to fall out of the bed. What would it do to a human?<br><br>The succubus brushed herself off a little and inspected her leg and thigh. She let out a small sigh as the dim and annoying pain throbbed in her thigh, shin and ankle. It sucked not being able to heal herself properly. At least until her powers were reinstated. <br><br>After brushing herself off and readjusting her top, (which she was borderline falling out of) Orane looked at the boy before her and cleared her throat. <br><br>"So what do you desire?" She asked once again. Not knowing he didn't understand a word of what she said before. "As I said. I'll grant you any wish in return for your soul."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 17:47:01</strong>
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				John reached out and took the girl gently by the arm, helping her to stand once again. Her skin was so incredibly soft and warm underneath the touch of his fingers. It was enough to make him question whether he was in fact awake. If not for the pain still in his stomach from her arrival, he would have pinched himself to make sure.<br><br>His jaw dropped, eye’s locked on how Orane adjusted that tight cloth covering the upper half over her breasts, John thinking for sure that it must have been taped on her chest underneath otherwise how the hell didn’t it slide up whenever she moved?<br><br>There was that question again, asking him what he wanted in exchange for his soul. He smiled broadly, finally realizing that this HAD to be some kind of joke from his roommates. They were all really big on this magic stuff, souls and mythology and all that, which John had never really found any interest in. They probably convinced some sorority girl to dress up and play the part, adding a sexy twist to the supernatural experience.<br><br>“Very funny guys” he called to the doorway, thinking for sure they were about to jump in and laugh at him. “Alright I’ll play along” turning his eye’s back to Orane, at his full six-foot height having to look down on her a bit, he smiled. “Well of course I’m going to wish for infinite wishes, that works right?” He couldn’t help but laugh slightly, trying to imagine this college girl fitting into a sexy Genie costume.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 18:23:58</strong>
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				Orane blinked. She was slightly confused by the boy's behaviour. She then scratched her cheek as she tried to understand why he was being like he was. As far as she knew she hadn't done anything funny. She looked around the room and could see no clear indication of anything amusing. This truly was puzzling to her. The succubus bit her lower lip as he asked her for infinite wishes. This wasn't good. <br><br>"I don't think that's allowed..." She stated bluntly. Not realising he thought this was a joke. "One moment let me check." She said, before pulling her top down a little and reaching into her cleavage, and pulling out a small book. <br><br>She then sat down on the human's nice comfortable bed. Bouncing a few times as she enjoyed it's springy-ness. <em>I'll have to ask daddy to get me one of these when I get home.</em> She mused to herself. She then went back to her small book and flicked through the pages to double check what was and wasn't allowed.<br><br>"I'm sorry... it says you can't have that." She said as she looked up to him. "Is there any other wish you would like?" She asked, as she closed her book and put it back into her cleavage. <br><br>Orane place her hands onto the bed, lent backwards and looked to the ceiling. This was her first summoning and she was convinced she had utterly messed up. Things weren't going as simply as she had been told and shown. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 20:06:02</strong>
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				John’s jaw dropped for the second time in the last few minutes, Orane’s slender fingers sliding between those large orbs and producing a small handbook. ‘Wow, they really went all out’ he thought to himself, amazed that his friends had the foresight to give this girl a small booklet incase John went for the classic ‘infinite wishes’ bit.<br><br>Those large bat wings sticking out from between her shoulder blades were also quite the site, moving and adjusting with the beauty as she sat down. “Man, who put your costume together” he asked in wrapped fascination, reaching out and sliding two fingers along the bone. Even these felt like some sort of soft leather, if that were even possible.<br><br>Standing this close to her now John couldn’t find any hint of a headband holding those curves horns on Orane’s forehead, biting on the inside of his lip. He actually felt sorry for her, obviously this girl had put a lot of work into putting this whole ruse together, and John had figured it out pretty much instantly.<br><br>“Ok, fair enough” holding up his hands in defeat when she explained that his first wish wouldn’t work. Continuing to play along John set his fist underneath his chin, making an over exaggerated thinking pose before a light switched on behind his eye’s.<br><br>“Ok, I want to do something with a woman I never have”. What that thing was he hadn’t decided yet, but John waited for her response regardless to see if the sorority girl would ask him to go into more detail.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 20:34:43</strong>
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				Orane bit her lower lip once more and blushed a little as John touched her wings. She was told humans would get curious and most likely 'inspect' her body feastures, but actually having the guy touch her was just so foreign to her. She didn't understand his query as she had never heard of 'costumes' before. The only conclusion she could come to is that they were strange things humans made to make them fly.<br><br>"Erm... I have been told I get my horns and stuff from my dad's side." She replied as she itched her cheek once more, still unsure what he really meant.<br><br>Her eyes lit up with happiness as he accepted that he couldn't have his first idea, and gave her another more reasonable wish, which seemed simple enough. And without asking for details she made the biggest mistake a child of the underworld could. <br><br>"As you wish my master..." She then closed her eyes and glowed slightly. "Until your wish is fulfilled I will be here to grant it." She said as a small wind blew around her. "Then your soul will be mine to take back to the underworld." After this the glow and wind stopped and she opened her crimson orbs.<br><br>The succubus didn't think it would be for long. After all, humans were simple creatures to please... weren't they?<br><br>"So what is your name? And what have you never done with a female of your species?" She asked as she lent forward and glazed into his eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:00:45</strong>
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				“Master?” that seemed a little demeaning for her. John was about to correct the girl when suddenly she sealed the pact, her body beginning to release a faint light. John felt his mouth go dry and his breath catch in his throat, taking a single step back as he forced an amused smile.<br><br>“How…. How’re you doing that” the awkward, slightly fearful words sliding between his lips once he remembered to breath. Those large bat wings flexed out again, a fluid motion that was better than any CGI, puppet, or animatronics he had ever seen.<br><br>A sting of terror sprang in his stomach when those crimson eye’s opened, a wind brushing across his skin while both his windows and doors were closed. “Alright guy’s, this isn’t funny anymore!” But nobody was jumping out to scream ‘surprise’.<br><br>When things cooled down, and she asked him what he hadn’t done with a girl before, John was at his wits end with this little stunt. “Ok ok, you guys have had your fun. I guess I deserve it” he had been known around the frat for pulling pranks “but it’s over. You can take the horns and wings off”.<br><br>His tone was not upset, but very serious. “Did the guy’s pay you to dress up and come do this whole soul wishing bit?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:02:26</strong>
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				Rummaging through the refrigerator, Brendan found what he was looking for - a five-layer homemade lasagne made with fresh garlic and herbs. Placing a generous helping into the microwave, he leaned against the counter and sighed to himself while waiting for the beep. <br><br>A faint scratching at the back door caught his attention and he moved to where it was between the kitchen and the nearby living room. 
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				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:12:43</strong>
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				Sophie had moved out of the tree as soon as a commotion had started, her cat ears tingling with words and noises. The man who summoned her had run off inside the house somewhere. She felt that it was needed to tell him about this, but she didn't know why. But she couldn't give away her true form, perhaps some beckoning of some sort?<br><br><em>'No that won't do, just get his attention Tama,'</em> she thought as she ever-not-so-gracefully made it down the tree. She ran around the building looking for the man who summoned her, and looking for a way in. That window must have closed behind her. Then she spotted him, in the kitchen now, he was pulling something from the freeze box, except this freeze box was huge! The largest she's ever seen! Much bigger than the tiny one the priest had. She moved to the back door, it was a full glass door, doubled with a wooden one, but it appeared the wooden door was open. She pawed at it furiously. <br><br><em>'Open the door you spazzoid. Something's going on upstairs!'</em> She resumed pawing at the door, this time with alternating paws while sitting on her haunches. She prayed he would open the door soon.
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				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:17:28</strong>
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				"Awww.... well look at <em>you!</em>" Brendan exclaimed once he saw the source of the scratching. "Aren't you just an adorable little kitty?" He opened the door up enough for him to put his hand through, holding it out for the cat to smell him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:23:58</strong>
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				<em>'Look at me? What is something wrong with how I look? Is my collar on straight? Do I have dirt on my fur?'</em> She looked down at her paws and started grooming a little before she got a hold of herself as he stuck his hand out the door in front of her. She put her clean paw on the ground and looked at his hand, then to him.<br><br><em>'No... no no no we must get upstairs! Something's happening up there! If you won't go up there... I will!"</em> Sophie thought as she approached his hand, feinting to make her look as if she was going to smell it. As soon as she was within a few millimeters of her nose to his hand, which smelled of delicious food, she darted for the opening in the door. The Japanese Bobtail pushed her body through with almost no effort and began circling around Brendan.<br><br><em>'Come on come on come on!'</em> She thought inside her head as she incessantly mewed at the boy who had inadvertently let her in.<br><br>After a few more times of circling she pranced over to the back of the kitchen where it lead to go upstairs and mewed loudly at Brendan. She only hoped he would follow her.
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				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:28:45</strong>
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				Brendan chuckled softly as the bob-tailed cat circled around his legs. "Aww... you must be hungry.." he said, "You must smell the lasagne... Do you like lasagne?" he asked, stooping down low and finishing in a babying voice. And as the cat made her way into the kitchen, he called after, "All right, cutie, let's get <em>you</em> some lasagne too!" and followed behind her.
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				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:38:35</strong>
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				<em>'Baby talk? Why... why do people do that! I'm intelligent, I can talk too, I just choose not too! Food would be great but not now mister!'</em> Her tiny almost non-existent tail fluttered behind her, wiggling to and fro along with her annoyance at the baby talk. She mewled at him now, with a louder call, perhaps a bit more urgent sounding, as she got up off her haunches and walked in a circle waiting for him. As soon as he neared her she left the kitchen and made her way around furniture, calling out to him in cat calls, as she moved. She paused again, this time at the base of the steps, crying once more, even louder. <br><br><em>'Come on, follow me, then we can talk about food,'</em> She thought as she cried out to him again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:46:07</strong>
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				"Oh-kaaay... Soo not food, then?" Said Brendan, cocking an eyebrow at the cat's curious behavior. "Well, if it's not food that you want - Hey wait!" he said, calling after the cat as it made its way to the stairs. "Hold on, kitty - you're not allowed to go up there." He said.<br><br>He eased forward, slightly stooping now - as not to spook the cat. <em>"Ok... easy does it Brendan... We'll just get close enough, talk to her in a soothing voice and then grab her before she runs up the stairs..."</em> he thought to himself. "OK, kitty-kitty.... it's all right. I'm not gonna hurt you."&nbsp; he cooed softly aloud, bracing himself to pounce as he inched ever closer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:52:03</strong>
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				<strong>"No,"</strong> Jaden whispered to himself. He leaned back in his chair to think for a second. He examined the notes on the computer screen for a minute and, stroking his chin, contemplated about what chord would sound the best. He leaned back forward, the computer screen illuminating his face, and made another chord. <strong>"All right,"</strong> he said to himself. <strong>"Let's try this again."</strong> He played his, what he called, his "Sonata in progress" from the very beginning. <br><br>It was a slow tempo waltz and, to Jaden's ear, it was very beautiful. <em>"Dammit!"</em> He yelled in his mind as the same chord he was working on came up. He leaned back in his chair again. Frustrated, he decided it was time to go to sleep. He saved his composition and shut down his computer. A big <strong>THUD</strong> could be heard from somewhere in the frat house. It nearly made Jaden jump to his ceiling. With a confused look on his face, he opened his door and looked down the hall, first to his left and then to his right.<br><br>Not seeing anything, he shrugged it off, laid in his bed and shut the light off. He would've began falling asleep but something was keeping him up. A smell. <em>"What is that?"</em> he thought. It wasn't a bad smell, in fact, it smelt quite good. Jaden sighed as he got back up out of bed and put on some pants. <strong>"It smells like...spaghetti?"</strong> He questioned to himself. He looked over at the time. <strong>"Who is making food this late?"</strong> He questioned again. Jaden began walking towards the smell, more than likely coming from the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:54:43</strong>
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				She paused and looked to him as he crouched near her. Not allowed upstairs? She was a cat, not a child. What a ridiculous assumption to think she was going to listen to him. Once again Sophie's tail twitched side to side, mopping the floor slightly. one of her paws lifted and her head moved away slightly from his hands, her golden eyes widened and the tag on her braided twine color rustled against her calico fur. Now he was acting suspicious.<br><br><em>'What's with people thinking cat's don't have personal space?'</em> she thought as he inched closer to him. It was important he get upstairs. She didn't know why but the commotion upstairs struck her as something he should know about. As soon as he gained an inch on the distance between them she bolted up the stairs, her little body bouncing ever so slightly as she effortlessly bounded up them. She stopped as soon as she reached the top of the stairs and looked down on him. <br><br><em>'My space, not yours, you have more pressing issues up stairs human. If you want to congratulate me later with some warm food and a nice place to sleep that would be better.</em> She thought once more as she cried out at him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:59:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145616.msg6580205#msg6580205">Quote from: Red Lobster on 12-07-2012, 21:00:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Master?” that seemed a little demeaning for her. John was about to correct the girl when suddenly she sealed the pact, her body beginning to release a faint light. John felt his mouth go dry and his breath catch in his throat, taking a single step back as he forced an amused smile.<br><br>“How…. How’re you doing that” the awkward, slightly fearful words sliding between his lips once he remembered to breath. Those large bat wings flexed out again, a fluid motion that was better than any CGI, puppet, or animatronics he had ever seen.<br><br>A sting of terror sprang in his stomach when those crimson eye’s opened, a wind brushing across his skin while both his windows and doors were closed. “Alright guy’s, this isn’t funny anymore!” But nobody was jumping out to scream ‘surprise’.<br><br>When things cooled down, and she asked him what he hadn’t done with a girl before, John was at his wits end with this little stunt. “Ok ok, you guys have had your fun. I guess I deserve it” he had been known around the frat for pulling pranks “but it’s over. You can take the horns and wings off”.<br><br>His tone was not upset, but very serious. “Did the guy’s pay you to dress up and come do this whole soul wishing bit?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Orane frowned as it became clear that the human was actually scared of her and had gone from amused by her presence to somewhat annoyed. She didn't think she had done anything to cause this, and figured if he was really that freaked out by her he would of flipped when she first saw him. But it would seem she had made the wrong assumption.<br><br>“I don't understand...” She muttered, before chewing on her upper lip. &nbsp;“I don't know who these “guy's” are. YOU summoned me here to grant your desire did you not?” She replied, feeling somewhat nervous that she may have messed up majorly.<br><br>She continued to stay seated and once again took out her book, to see what she should do in this situation. But it didn't seem to matter how much she searched nothing came up. She hadn't been trained for this situation and things were just going from bad to worse for her. So by this point she figured she had nothing else to lose. She'd come out with what she was, even though he should of known. <br><br>“I am a succubus.” She began. “A per the myths and legends - we grant any mortal desires in exchange for their souls. I thought I had already made this clear... but I guess I didn't do a good enough job huh?” She said with a awkward smile. She then let out a big sigh before carrying on. “I am the real deal...” Orane said as she slowly stood up and put her book away. “How do you wish me to prove this?” She asked as she place a hand on her hip. She was ready for any challenge this mortal would throw at her.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 22:04:58</strong>
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				Brendan panted breathlessly as he tried to follow quickly after the cat. "Wait... you... STOP! .... Ah... Dammit, cat!" He stopped to lean against the handrail about halfway to the top of the stairs and looked up to see Jaden passing by him on his way down. "Oh!... Hey Jaden." he said between exhausted puffs of breath. "There's lasagne... microwave... you take... Gotta get this cat." he panted and continued warily to the top landing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 22:11:01</strong>
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				<em>'Can't climb stairs? Am I too fast? Delightful! More fun! Hurry up those steps so you can figure what's going on, okay? We're almost there. My ears are all twitchy twitchy! Can't you see how twitchy twitchy my ears are?! Can't you hear them talking?</em> The cat's ears twitched to and fro, backwards and forwards as noises hit them. She was curious though as to why she wasn't noticed by the boy passing them, but then again she didn't care. She waited for the boy to finish climbing the steps and sauntered, at a slow and relaxed pace over to the room which all the noises she could hear, came from. She sat on her haunches, she did what she wanted to do. Get him to this room. Those people were being so loud, now that she was near the door, it was almost grating on her ears. <br><br>It was obvious now to Sophie that she was missing her home more and more, especially now, a bit too noisy. She mewled softly at Brandon as she waited in front of the door. Right now she had no desire to go anywhere else, and should he want to throw her out of the building after this, she would understand.
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				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 22:29:10</strong>
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				"Aw, come on..." he said as he ambled after the cat. Seeing her little display outside John's room, he straightened up and cocked an eyebrow. "What is it, kitty?" he asked as he approached - and that's when he heard the noises and a distincly female voice coming from the other side of John's door. <br><br>He paused a moment, then chose to rap slightly on the door. "John... Hey, John, what's going on in there?" There was a rule at the university that stated that female students were not allowed to spend the night at Fraternity houses and a pang of fear shot through Brendan's stomach at the thought that John&nbsp; - and by association <em>he</em> - could get into serious trouble. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 22:41:46</strong>
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				Jaden walked down the stairs only to see a cat whoosh by him. "Oh!... Hey Jaden." an exhausted, winded voice said. He turned to see Brendan leaning against the handrail. "There's lasagna... microwave... you take... Gotta get this cat." Brendan panted, continuing up the stairs past Jaden. All Jaden could do was raise an eyebrow in confusion. <br><br>As Brendan ran up the stairs, Jaden said after him <strong>"You know cat's aren't allowed, right Brendan?" </strong> He wasn't sure what the punishment was for having a cat but it really didn't seem to affect Brendan, still focusing on catching the cat. As the two ran off, Jaden was left alone in the stairwell. <strong>"Weird..."</strong> he said quietly to himself, shaking his head while doing so. <br><br>Jaden walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and saw the lasagna, still warm and sitting on a plate in front of the microwave. He grabbed a fork, set the plate onto a table, pulled out a chair and began eating it. <br><br><strong>"Well, there goes my night's sleep."</strong> Jaden said quietly to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 23:19:34</strong>
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				John quirked an eyebrow, still shocked that this girl was still going along with this little charade of theirs. What the hell is a succubus? He figured Colt or Brendan would know, and it seemed a pretty stupid idea to dress this girl up as something John wouldn’t even recognize.<br><br>“Alright” he agreed, putting Orane to the test. “My name’s John, and if you’re a umm… succubus, then lift yourself up off the ground with those wings.” The costume piece was way too thin to actually support anybody’s weight, and certainly they didn’t setup wires or anything in his room.<br><br>When she did as asked, and lifted off the ground, John was so stunned that he almost hadn’t heard Brendan knocking at his door. “OH SHIT!” he screamed out while trying to catch his breath. All the athlete could think of was how he was that they were going to find a girl wearing practically nothing flying in his bedroom dressed in a kinky demon outfit.<br><br>So he did the only thing he thought smart at the time, he tackled Orane out of the air. His motion was too rushed though, reaching out to wrap his hands around her waist and tumbling to the ground with a resounding THUD.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 00:37:50</strong>
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				Orane was feeling rather smug with herself as this John character was finally beginning to see she was the real deal. But the moment was short lived when there was a sudden knock on the door and someone asking John what was going on. But before she could ask any questions the human tackled her to the floor. The sound made from their bodies smacking the floor was exactly as painful as it sounded. At least for Orane, as her head smacked the floor.<br><br>"Owwwwwwwww" She grimaced, as she sat up and rubbed the back of her head. "What the hell did you do that for?" She growled. <br><br>She would of continued, but as she looked down she quickly looked up, with her cheeks flushing deep red. The human's head was nicely positioned in her crotch and his hands had slid from her waist and were now firmly place on her buttocks. This was just great....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 00:53:24</strong>
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				Kenji walked away after Brendan left and then decided to go out for a walk outside at night and then returned about thirty minutes tired and decided to get some sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 08:39:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Coltrane watched as Brendan left in a hurry with his newest book,"Hey don't..." staring to say something about the condition of his book, but left it was on deaf ears with disproving sigh he closed his door behind his frat mate and went to preoccupy his time in some manner. The night was still young and with nothing to do the towering young man went to his computer sitting in the expensive chair that he had bought with his money saved up from last year. "Well might as well do some gaming." Turning on his custom made PC watching the screen come to life. Recently he had been playing computers games to vent some anger out when needed. Nothing said relief better then hacking and slashing. Actually there was, but with little to no privacy in the house that option was abandoned long ago. The game he had been wanting to play was Skyrim there was no need to put the CD into the case since it had been uploaded into it from the get go. A simple click, an insertion of a better quality of headphones, and his attention was required so that nothing could distract him.<br><br>He wasn't the best at games making novice mistakes and errors that a seasoned gamer would frown upon. Dragons killed him without a second glance, trolls knocked him off mountains. Whatever was not meant to happen did. All of this horrific game play happened in five to ten minutes of game play. "Screw this." face palming himself as punishment for putting himself through this hell. Quitting the game so his desk top showed through a picture of his former girlfriend Rosemary before second year here back to when his hair was short instead of the long yet poor kept manner he had it now. They had not ended on a good foot which explained the lovely mark on his face as a reminder of her <em>'love'</em> for him. She had appealed to his weaker side and used that to her advantage as dominant force of the relationship. Coltrane had gained the courage to break up with her and gained so much more. Sarcasm. "Ich muss bessere Frauen in meinem Leben zu finden. I swear I must." placing his head down beside the keyboard to think, but not getting very far into whatever thought he one could muster up. When a thud that was not related to him came around. '<em>Really? Damn they are going to think its me again.'</em>now hopping out of his chair to peek out of his door stepping silently. In the silent hallways he seemed as if a specture clashing with his surroundings standing out more then he'd like. <em>'Note to self ninja I am not.'</em> He went as close as he could to the commotion at John's door while Brendan went to see how long he would be there until&nbsp; he'd get to chance to see for himself.</span><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rosemary</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4p0hrxybf1r7tprpo1_1280.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 03:09:24</strong>
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				As Brendan continued to listen at the door, the sound of John's voice yelling, "Oh Shit!" and a sudden thud made him come to a decision. He opened the door and stood in a moment of stunned silence at what he saw on the floor. It wasn't just the sight of John on the ground with a girl with his head and his hands where they were, it was the girl <em>herself</em>. She was clad in skimpy clothing and that was eye-catching enough in and of itself, but what caught his eye even more were the horns and the wings. And in an instant, a realization dawned upon him.<br><br>"I... YOU! But how?..... Pch! <strong>JOHN</strong>!" He stammered, getting red in the face. "What do you think you're DOING?! <em><strong>I</strong></em> summoned her. Why is she up here with <em>you?!</em> She was <em>supposed</em> to be down there with <em>me!</em>" . His eyes then went to her and his jaw went slightly slack. He raised a hand to stroke his chin slyly. "All alone with me.... in the basement..." He said quietly, a somewhat devious smile creeping across his face as his nose started up again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 03:33:02</strong>
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				Upon seeing what was beyond the bedroom door, Sophie wasn't too surprised, but look at how lewdly dressed that girl was! Sophia lifted a paw to in front of her eyes, in the motion of cleaning herself. She looked up to the boy who summoned her, Brendan, and watched as he stammered into conversation.<br><br><em>'See I told you something was going on!'</em> Sophie examined the boy's face, their was something was going on deep down, when he blurted out she was supposed to be in the basement with him. Placing her paw forcefully on the ground she glared at him, as much as a cat could glare. <em>'You summoned another poor girl here!!!!?!?!?! AGAIN!?!?!?!'</em> As soon as Brendan's face turned any sort of perverted or insinuating, Sophie raised a paw, let out her claws and quickly promptly started attacking Brendan's foot. She made an effort to not physically hurt him, but if her claws just so happen to <em>accidently</em> claw or hook into his leg she would pull it away, but only after lingering. All this was done with the intention of distracting Brendan, and possibly looking cute.<br><br><em>'Pay attention to me!!!!!'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 06:00:15</strong>
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				When John had fallen, he landed on the softest pillow on earth. He released a satisfied sigh, thankful that someone had shoved it under his head just in time. A pleasant scent also made it's way up to his nose, like perfume.<br><br>Brendan's voice suddenly brought him back to reality, John's eye's snapping open and realizing that his head was sitting between two cream thighs, his face lying on this new girl's crotch. His hands twitched, gripping onto her bubbly rear. For a long moment, he just sat there dumbfounded, squeezing a few more times, before he shot to his feet and flew back against his opposite wall.<br><br>"What! Brendan, I swear I wasn't... wait, you know her?! What kind of prank is this?!" now the boy was just confused. What was his roommate saying about summoning, and how she was suppose to be with him?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 06:31:00</strong>
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				"Oh, so you're gonna play innocent, huh John?" Brendan started, "I think I got a pretty good look at what was going on andaYEEOWWW!" As he pulled his leg up into the air, the Bobtail's claw caught into his pant and end up pulled fully up onto his leg as Brendan continued to hop up and down with one foot. "Ah! Ooh! Cat on my leg!" he squealed before falling back out the door into the hallway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 11:32:43</strong>
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				As the door swung open Orane's attention was taken from the boy between her thighs to another human mal who seemed quite annoyed that she was even there... and not with him? Ok this was confusing. However, she was bought out of her confusion and blushed slightly as John began groping her butt, but that was quickly ended when he turned to Brendan. <br><br>She simply sat there watched the interaction between. Although she was shocked that John STILL didn't believe she was the real deal! What the hell did she have to do for him to believe her? But then it suddenly hit her before it hit her. She had messed up BIG time. <br><br>"So you summoned me here... and not that guy?" She asked, as she pointed to the person known as 'Brendan' "Well fuck..." Was all she really had to say.<br><br>What else could she say. She had made a pact with John, which it turned out was the wrong human. She wobbled a little as she slowly rose to her feet, and once more dug into her cleavage for her book. She then flicked through the pages to see if there was anything on this situation. Thankfully there was, and this made her smile deviously. It would seem she could turn this around after all. The succubus put the book back and laughed at the sight before her. Such a small thing attacking Brendan and making him fall over. Once she had finished laughing she walked up to Brendan and stood over him. <br><br>"I tell you what. After I've granted his desire and taken his soul I'll come to you next?" She proposed. "You know the deal right? I grant any desire in exchange for your soul..." She finished as she place a hand on her hip.<br><br>Orane hoped he accepted. It would prove she was indeed ready to be a full succubus and get her licence back! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 19:54:31</strong>
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				As soon as Orane had approached Brendan, Sophie immediately stopped attacking him and crawled up his body and laid on his chest. She stuck low on top of his chest, her bobtail twitching wildly as her ears pinned back against her skull. This woman wanted Brendan's soul now too? The calico cat began to growl lowly at the succubus in front of her. The only one who was going to make Brendan pay for anything would be herself. He brought her here, he would have to learn to live with his mistake. She still couldn't believe he had the nerve to have summoned else into this plane of existence.<br><br>Sophia's golden orbs glared at Orane, her growling louder and lower in tone now as she was ready to bat her away should she need to. Sophie also let out a hiss just to be sure Orane got the point. <em>'Come any closer and I'll tear those pretty little wings of yours apart, so you will never fly again. You aren't having him, he's mine!'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 01:15:16</strong>
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				Brendan reached up and petted the bobtail, talking to it soothingly. "There, there... It's OK... she's not gonna hurt you.." He assumed that the cat's response was an instinctive reaction to the supernatural entity standing in John's room. "I'm...sorry..." he said, turning his attention to the Succubus and sitting up, "I really had no intention of actually entering into some kind of pact. I performed the summoning to.. I ..um... well..." &nbsp;His face went red as beets as he nervously touched fingertips together in front of him. "Well I was... that is.... It was a summoning to, uh... w-w-wellll, anyway... I don't understand how it was that you got up here?" He chuckled nervously, making a less than graceful attempt to change the subject. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 12:23:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">The commotion went on as Coltrane kept hugging the corner to listen in. From what he had heard Brendan had done something or whatever, and seemed John had company thanks to summoning. It was more then confusing to the tall albino he'd never believed in the creatures himself though having a plethora o books about mythical creatures and monster. They were just reading material, but with the facts as they were it was more then just the imagination of mankind. Only when he had heard the sound of a female talking more clearly then before had he risked looking again to see more stunned then in fear she looked like one of the pictures from his book that he'd <em>'lent'</em> out to Brendan not so long ago. A succubus. A living, breathing demonic of representation of lust. From all the stories he had read and information from the books bought by himself she was dangerous in a regard. With everything going on his legs started to move have the urge to get closer to see from a better view.<br><br>Well he had that feeling until he sneezed aloud giving himself away <em>'Once again Ninja I am not.'</em> now eyeing the cat out of all of this. <em>'When did we get a cat?! Whatever... something more important right now.'</em> still watching the development unfold at a safe distance speaking out. "Brendan. Book. How? She... Hot damn." gocking shamelessly at the demons cleavage until coming back to reality still unable to speak properly. "Danger. Run. What were you thinking?" slipping back to his lust filled stare wishing on things that would get him killed if he went along with it.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 17:16:45</strong>
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				Jaden had finished his...<em>Brendan's</em> lasagna and peered over at the kitchen door. <em>"That must have been where the cat came in through."</em> Jaden thought to himself, getting out of his chair to examine it. He opened the door and looked outside into the night, looking for anything unusual. He glanced around for a minute and shrugged as he shut the door. <em>"I wonder why Brendan wanted to catch that cat so bad."</em> Jaden thought to himself as he walked his way back to his chair. <br><br><em>"Probably so we wouldn't get in trouble."</em> He assumed to himself. Shrugging again, he crossed his arms on the table and set his head on top of them. Sleep was getting to him because Jaden had been up far longer than he was used to. He shut his eyes and began drifting off to sleep. This moment of peace was interrupted by what sounded like someone yelling followed by a 'thud'.<br><br>Jaden quickly perked his head up. <strong>"What the hell?"</strong> Jaden said under his breath as he stood up and pushed his chair in. He froze, trying to listen for any sounds, but couldn't hear anything. He slowly took his seat again and laid his head back down, coming to the conclusion that it must have been his mind making up sounds. He shut his eyes and headed towards dreamland again when, about a minute later, the same thing happened again, except it was just shouting this time. Jaden opened an eye but shut it again, knowing that it was just his mind playing tricks on him.<br><br>Jaden fell asleep on the kitchen table...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 22:11:38</strong>
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				Kenji continued to sleep unaware of what was happening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 22:40:08</strong>
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				Orane tilted her head as the small animal started hissing and spitting at her, and simply itched her cheek in confusion. She wasn't aware of doing anything to actually cause the behaviour. In her opinion she had been more nicer than most in her shoes. She had often heard sister boast of terrorising humans into a pact when they got cold feet. But she didn't see the point in doing that. She never did like conflict. <br><br>"Who's a cute little... kitty?" She said to the animal with a awkward smile on her face. <br><br>The succubus only just vaguely remembered that humans usually have pets called "Cats",&nbsp; and that they usually referred to them as "cute little kitties" when addressing them. She didn't understand it herself, but hopefully her time in this place would in part educate her more. But it seemed the stuttering mess of a boy before her calmed the cat. She raised a eyebrow at his words. They truly were really confusing, and what was wrong with his nose? Why was it bleeding? Although him trying to change the subject didn't fly past her, he did have a point. Just how DID she end up in John's room and not at this boy's side?<br><br>"Well... I was on my way to a friends, and I THINK I was standing in the hall of my home before I...oh..." Orane stated before it hit her. "I must of been standing on the summoning ring when I went to teleport and ended up in John's room!" She continued, hitting her palm of her hand with a fist "But still the point remains. You must of summoned me to grant your desire... I am not sure why else a human would bother summoning something like me other wise." She said with a slight glare. <br><br>Then her attention was taken from Brendan and to a sneezing noise coming from a door near by. She simply let out a sigh and looked in the direction of the noise. Just how many people were hiding in this place? <br><br>"You can come out from hiding... I'm not a monster you know..." She said as she folded her arms and pouted. "You humans sure are weird..." She muttered to herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 03:33:18</strong>
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				Suddenly all these people were around Sophie and the others, she felt sort of cramped. She wasn't sure if she liked all this noise but something about Brendan speaking to her, like she was a human calmed her greatly, but it didn't stop her from replying in her thoughts and a soft mew to him, <em>'This I'm clearly aware of, but it's more over if she's going to harm you, yet you don't seem too concerned...'</em> The twitching of Sophie's tiny stub of a tail slowed down and she released her ears from her skull, however they didn't return to the perky position they had been in earlier.<br><br>Sophia Tama looked straight at the Succubus with as much as an unamused look a cat can give someone. Her awkward smile was evident as she spoke to the cat and even if it hadn't been so obvious, Sophie would have picked up on it before. <em>'I'm so going to pull crap on you later. Probably annoy you, weave around your feet as you walk, I am a conscious entity here, surprised you of all the people here are fooled, but then again you seem... a bit... immature? No no no, that's not it... hmmm rookie-ish? You should be shoving those boobs of yours in someone's face, then you wouldn't have to worry about pleasantries." </em> Sophie remained on Brendan's chest in the mean time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 20:34:07</strong>
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				Brendan sighed wearily, picked up the cat, set her to side of him and stood up. "Well, at any rate... It's <em>my</em> fault that you're here." He said to Orane. He felt a sharp pang of guilt and his cheeks flushed slightly as he found himself looking awkwardly at the floor, unable to meet anyone's eyes. "The least I can do... is offer you a safe place to sleep for the night." Brendan continued. He pointed down to one end of the hallway, "There's a few rooms down on that end that aren't being used. And I can give you some clean sheets and an unused pillow. It isn't much, but it's the best I can do."<br><br>Brendan hesitated and figited with his hands. "Um... I really am sorry, everyone... For all the trouble." Swaying on his feet just then, he came to the realization of just how tired he actually was. With his own bed beckoning to him, he made haste to his room to fetch the linens for the new house guest to use. Returning shortly, he handed Orane a brand new pillow, bed sheets and a large comforter. "As I said, this is the best I can do." He restated, "I'm awfully tired... I'm gonna go to bed myself. I'm sorry, again, for all the trouble." And with then Brendan plodded off to his room to retire for the evening. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 22:06:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Coltrane himself yawned after the weirdness of everything since it was over with he could go back to his room and finally rest up, and get a few hours of rest in before waking up. Whatever had happened he didn't have the energy to care right then and there following the leader so to speak and retreating to his room totally forgetting to close his door behind him as he plopped onto the bed his feet dangling off the edge without a care. His bed felt good, very very good in fact that he slipped away into a slumber which was peaceful. Twitching ever so often as he dreamed of normal things.<br><br>When he woke up he'd have to make breakfast for everyone since it was his turn, and run a few errands while it was still early. Colt would beat the sun before it would get too hot for his skin to bear. As he slept light snores came from him&nbsp; his long tresses of white hair blocking upper half of his face mouth wide open showing his canines. Time passed and Coltrane tossed and turned knocking the pillow down, as well as the pillow leaving the bed sheets in place the wild slumber ended with him laying in only his shorts eh used to sleep in shirt laying a top the discarded linen.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 22:47:08</strong>
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				Orane blinked as Brendan continued to avoid answering her, so she put it down to second thoughts. Although, she was confused when he admitted it was his fault she was there. But why she was there was still unanswered. She titled her head in a curious manner as he told her he'd offer her a place to stay for the night, and continued to explain there were free rooms that weren't being used. She then just stared at him with the most bemused look on her face as he handed her the bedding, and simply stared at it. It didn't feel as soft as the satin sheets she was used to, yet she was expected to use these to sleep in? She itched her head in a puzzled manner as he then dismissed himself from her and everyone elses company, before she could protest or continue the discussion.<br><br>The succubus looked at the door where the sneeze noise came from and then to John who seemed to just stand there, then back again. She then let out a sigh as she stared at the bedding once more. <br><br>"Strange... strange things..." She muttered to herself, as she began to walk towards the empty bed rooms.<br><br>As she walked she observed the house a little. It was very different in comparison to the huge mansion she lived in, and how anyone could live in such a house that smelled so stuffy was beyond her. Finally coming to the rooms she looked in each one before finding one which was located above the door. It was perfect. She could see who was coming and going without them seeing her. Plus it gave her a nice view of the front garden, which looked very well kept. <br><br>Orane then opened the windows to let some well needed fresh air into the room. However, as she opened it dust went flying causing her to cough a little. She woffed her hand about to get rid of some of the dust and was surprised just how dusty the room was once she turned on it's light. <br><br>"Humans surely don't normally live this?" She mused aloud, as she used simply dumped her bedding on the floor. Causing more dust to fly up. "This simply won't do..."<br><br>And with that she headed down stairs, almost tripping over random crap that had been left on the stairs and hall. <em>How can ANYONE live like this?!?!?</em> She thought to herself, as she almost tripped on some clothes as she walked through the living room. Then as she finally found the kitchen she saw another manchild... sleeping on the kitchen table?<br><br>"How can he just sleep like that?!?!" Orane asked aloud as she examined the sleeping human. She then poked him a few times softly, but nope didn't wake. "Weirdos..." She said as she stopped. <br><br>She then began searching the cupboards and hoped to find a duster and air freshener so she could at least make her room sleep-able. Why was it people had freaked out when they saw her but found it NORMAL to live in such a mess. Humans were such strange creatures. <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 01:14:48</strong>
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				John watched as the people began to exit his room once again, opening his mouth as though to protest and ask more questions, but then remembering his test tomorrow. It seemed that the easiest way to get to sleep for him would be to simple toss all of this up as some sort of sexually frustrated nightmare, and when he woke up tomorrow everything would be back the way it was.<br><br>That made the athlete smile, walking over to close the door before crossing back over to his room. His eye's went to his desk, finding the Oceanography book he was studying with mysteriously missing. "Oh damnit" he sighed, remembering that after coming in from practicing he had tossed it on the counter in the kitchen before grabbing his beer. Against his better judgement John decided to go back out after it. Textbooks for school were expensive, and god only knew what would happen if he left it out for his roommates to mess with.<br><br>Walking back out into the hallway John moved down the stairs back to the first floor, turning towards the kitchen. He found Jaden sleeping, and his new succubus friend Orane searching through their cupboards. 'Man, this is by far the most vivid dream I've ever had' he continued to tell himself. "What're you looking for?" he asked from the doorway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 13:14:30</strong>
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				<em>Have these people never heard of cleaning equipment before?</em> She thought to herself as she searched under the sink, which was semi full of washing up. Then as John asked what she was looking for she smacked her head as she went to turn round.<br><br>"Owie..." She complained, as on the second try at getting out she did, along with rubbing her head. "I was looking for a duster and air freshener..." She replied as she stood up, still nursing the top of her head. "The room I found to sleep in is really dusty and smells like no one has been there for a long long time..." She said, as she looked to John. "And I just can't sleep in a room like that. It's... well... not very nice." She said as she let out a soft sigh. <br><br>She then moved over to the other side of the kitchen and searched there. It was almost looking like there was no cleaner in the house. <em>How can they live like this?!?!</em> She thought to herself once more. <br><br>"I don't get it" The succubus continued. "Your room is nice, clean and orderly, but soon as I began walking down the stairs it's like I was walking into another reality..." She said as she got on top of a counter to search the top shelf of the cupboard she was searching. "A reality in which cleaning things don't exist."She mumbled to herself. "Sorry for the rant..." She said as she peeped at John from behind the cupboard door. <br><br>She then closed it before shuffling along to the next cupboard as she continued her quest for cleaning items. <br><br>This made no sense. There were plenty of cups, glasses, plates, bowls, cutlery and cooking utensils. But for some reason there were no cleaning items apart from washing up liquid and tea towels to dry with. These boys didn't seem to care about anything but washing and drying up. Then again, they could of just been storing the cleaning things somewhere else around the house... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 20:09:29</strong>
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				Sophie was a bit surprised when she was picked up and then immediately set down on the floor. She looked up at the human who stood up now, and gave him a inquisitive look. Something seemed a bit off now with his behavior. Was he normally this submissive acting, she wondered. The bakeneko couldn't help but be concerned a little as she listened and then followed him as he retrieve the items he mentioned. Every once in a while she mewed softly, <em>'Perhaps I should have taken it easy on him before...'</em> she thought to herself.<br><br>As Brendan walked off to his room, the cat silently followed. She would keep an eye on him, she made that promise to herself and that was what she was doing now. As he was about to close the door to his room, she silently slipped in and took cover in a dark corner, awaiting the time he would fall asleep. Sophia looked about the room in the meantime, it was far tidier than the rest of the house. Except... for that desk. Sophia almost glared at it as she saw all those old books strewn about the desk, and how cluttered and unclean it looked compared to the rest of the room. As soon as she heard the boy slip into a deeper sleep, she moved from the shadows and transformed. <br><br>White hair fluttered about as stretched out her arms and legs. Tan skin covered by a lustrous white garb, made of many layers, and two long separate sleeves that draped far past her hands. The garment looked Asian influenced, but at the same time so far removed from a kimono or yukata that it obviously wasn't one. Elaborate stockings covered her legs and a giant draping bow cascading down her backside. She would have stood normally at around average height for a female--around 5'6"--but she wore large soled shoes which looked influenced by the Japanese zori, were much more taller and thicker, yet she still wore a pair of tabi. As she moved slowly towards the desk, it was noticeable that she had not taken this form in quite a while, as she almost tripped. Regaining her stature, she began moving slowly to the desk again, taking books into her hands and straightening out the work space. <br><br>Picking up the various old volumes, her golden orbs couldn't help but gaze at them for extended periods of time. If anything interested her greatly, it was the supernatural, and why they existed alongside humans. Her hands pushed the books into a neat little row along the backside of the desk, and she placed pens and paper back into their designated drawers. Luckily the desk wasn't dusty enough to warrant brushing it off. The last book she placed, however was one that was all too familiar to her. It was the one he used to summon her to this place. A slight pouty look played across her face as she remembered the gentle priest again. She looked back to a sleeping Brendan with the book in hand. His soft snoring was more quiet when she was in this form, and it was obvious that he had passed out above his covers.<em>'I'll look at this in a little bit...'</em> She thought as she set the book down on his clean desk and then quietly approached his bed. <br><br>Standing over him, it was obvious he had been so exhausted, judging by how fast he fell into a deep sleep. He wasn't even covered by a blanket, and still in the clothes he had been walking around in. Letting out a soft sigh, the bakeneko looked around the room and spied a blanket on top of his dresser. It was a light and smaller one, but it would have to do. She pulled it off, and opened it. Afterwards she slowly and gently placed it on top of Brendan, careful not to disturb his sleep. Looking at his face, as he slept, Sophie suddenly found herself blushing and not sure as to why. Straightening up, she shoved any thought of it to the back of her mind. Now she walked back over to the desk and pulled out the chair, careful to not let it scrape across the floor. Sophie then opened the book and began examining it.<br><br>Flipping through the pages of diagrams, Sophie realized she couldn't read any of it. It was in a language she didn't understand at all. All she could understand was that there were various diagrams in it. Sophie sighed heavily, a bit more discouraged than when she started her day. Yawning, she flipped another page, she too was worn out from her adventurous day and it had been a while since she had a nice nap. It seemed, that she would have to stay much closer to the human now, because she clearly wouldn't be able to send herself home now. And as important as this book was to the bakeneko returning home, she couldn't stay awake for much longer. Shifting back into her natural form, the calico bob tailed cat, curled up on top of the mysterious book, it's pages still open. Before drifting into sleep for the night, her golden eyes peered once more at the college student.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 22:37:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Brendan's dream was as vivid as it was enlightening.&nbsp; In the dream he found himself in the basement, standing before the chalk diagram and chanting the words of the summoning.&nbsp; Just as before, the candles and diagram took on a purple hue and the air was thick with the musky scent, unlike before Brendan finished his chant to find a woman standing in front of the diagram.&nbsp; Eyes wide and heart in his throat, Brendan recognized the succubus from John's room-the summoning worked, she was here for Brendan!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Brendan stared, the succubus smiled warmly and quickly advanced toward him, her eyes both smoldering with desire and glittering with joy.&nbsp; "At last, I've found you!" Brendan exclaimed, throwing his arms wide to catch her in his embrace, "And now that we're together, we'll never-" she swerved and ran past him.&nbsp; Confused, Brendan turned and called after her "Wait! where are you going, I'm here, I'm right here!"&nbsp; The succubus stopped short and turned to regard him, she spoke no words but gave only a sympathetic smile and raised her left hand, extending the little finger to display the thin red string wrapped around it.&nbsp; Confused, Brendan followed the path of the red string until it came to it's destination: the little finger of his roommate John!&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Brendan's eyes fluttered and opened ever so slightly as he wrestled to stay in the dream, the image of a beautiful white-haired girl standing over him caught his attention for only a brief moment before he squeezed his eyes shut, vainly attempting to keep his dream.&nbsp; After several minutes spent between consciousness and dreamland, Brendan abandoned his futile attempts and sat up.&nbsp; He thought hard about the meaning of his dream, did the red string symbolize some kind of connection between John and the succubus, and who was that tan white-haired beauty, just some strange random figment or maybe some clue from his sub-conscious?&nbsp; He needed answers and his mind immediately went to his desk, getting up, he glanced at his desk and received yet another shock for the night, someone had been in his room and took it upon themselves to mess up his "organized chaos".&nbsp; His anger might have continued to grow if it wasn't for the adorable way the cat had curled up on his book, "Awww...look at you!&nbsp; Did you find youwsewf a perfect wittle kitty bed!" Brendan exclaimed, reaching out and petting the bobtail before beggining to search the stacks of books for answers to his questions....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 01:13:04</strong>
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				Sven woke up early the next day with a yawn, blissfully oblivious to the happenings of the previous night or what his roommates where up to. The night before, he stayed in his room practicing for the concert he had planned for the end of the week, and readying his violin for the abuse it would be put through later. Slipping his glasses on, he slowly stood before heading to his closet, grabbing a tee shirt and throwing it over himself before yawning. He didn't exactly need to get fully dressed just yet, and the rumbling in his belly told him breakfast was a far more important thing at the moment.<br><br>Heading out of his room, he groggily ignored everything around him as he made his way down stairs and towards the kitchen. It wasn't like he would end up tripping over anything or finding something he didn't want to. The most he had to worry about was if one of his roommates came stumbling through the hall in his path.<br><br>Soon he found his way to the kitchen, raising an eyebrow when he saw Jaden passed out on the table. "Well, I'm guessing everyone got drunk without me," he said aloud before he turned his attention to the cupboard and fridge to gather up his breakfast. Poring some cereal into a bowl, he proceeded to add milk before setting it on the counter to ready his next trick. Grabbing a cup, he grabbed some ice and added water before holding it over Jaden's head. "Wakey, wakey, you need to make some eggs and bac-ey..." he said before poring some of the cold water onto his roommate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 02:47:14</strong>
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				"Wakey, wakey, you need to make some eggs and bac-ey..." Jaden heard just before Sven began pouring.<br><br><strong>"C-C-COLD!!" </strong> Jaden screamed as the icy water traveled down the back of his neck, instantly waking him up. He flailed his arms and, in his panic, fell back in his chair onto the tile floor with a resounding "thud". He was now on his back staring up at the perpetrator holding the glass of water. It was Sven. Jaden rolled off of the chair, stood up, rubbing the back of his head while doing so, and glared over at Sven.<br><br><strong>"Good morning to you too."</strong> Jaden said, now checking his head for blood. <strong>"Is it my turn to make breakfast?"</strong> He thought for a second as he picked up the fallen chair and took a seat at the table. <strong>"I could of sworn it was Coltrane's turn." </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 06:43:25</strong>
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				Sven shook his head as he watched Jaden land on the ground with a resounding thud. "It wasn't that cold," he scoffed, placing the glass down before grabbing his bowl and placing it on the table. Taking a seat across from where Jaden would be seated had he stayed upright, he took slow, deliberate bites of his cold breakfast. He wasn't too wrapped up in who made the breakfast as long as he had food in his belly before he did anything for the day, even if it had to be a bowl of cereal.<br><br>"Good morning to you too. How much did you drink last night to end up on the table?" Sven asked plainly, not even looking up from his meal long enough to acknowledge Jaden rejoining him.&nbsp; He didn't wait for the other boy to answer to stuff his mouth with another bite of his food, chomping away completely oblivious to the happenings of the night before.<br><br>"So, was it just you and the other guys drinking or did you have the quietest party of the century?" Sven asked with a raised eyebrow, looking up over his glasses at Jaden. He also pointed his spoon at his roommate, just to add emphasis to the fact that he didn't get invited to whatever it was that happened. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 08:54:09</strong>
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				<strong>"Me? I didn't drink anything last night."</strong> Jaden said as he squinted out the window into the daylight. He looked back over at Sven who seemed to be more concentrated on his breakfast. To be truthful, Jaden hadn't really remembered what actually happened the night before. Jaden leaned sat back in his chair and began to think about what had happened. <em>"All I really remember was Brendan and that cat that he was chasing"</em> He thought to himself, peering back over at his roommate who was still eating his cereal. <em>"I also think I remember hearing something come from upstairs but other tha--"</em><br><br>"So, was it just you and the other guys drinking or did you have the quietest party of the century?" Sven questioned to Jaden, breaking his concentration. He looked over at Sven who was now pointing his spoon at Jaden. <strong>"No, there was no party and the other guys weren't drinking...at least, I don't <em>think</em> they were."</strong> Jaden said as he shrugged and stood up out of his chair. He walked over to the fridge, took out some eggs, and cracked them into a bowl. <em>"I even think I heard a woman down here last night."</em> He thought to himself as he mixed the eggs together in the bowl. <br><br>He decided to keep this thought to himself...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 00:04:24</strong>
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				After a brief search Brendan found the book he needed: `Dream Signs, uncovering connections between dream time imagery and our waking lives'.&nbsp; Brendan sat down on his bed and began scanning the index, " stars...storm-clouds..." he thought aloud "..strings!" the young man exclaimed and turned to the page indicated.&nbsp; The entry for "strings" was surprisingly sizable and Brendan had to scan through a good portion of it until he found something relevant; `Strings tied between objects, places, or even people most likely suggests a strong connection between them..."Strong connections...?" Brendan mused aloud as he continued to scan the text, "But if I did the summoning, how could they be connected?"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A thought was nagging at the back of Brendan's mind and he brushed it aside when he found a passage with a startlingly familiar element: `In Japanese folklore, a red string wound around the fingers of and thus connecting people together represents Enishi, the "invisible thread of fate".&nbsp; "Invisible thread of fate huh?" Brendan made a sour face, "But why them and not me!!" he threw himself back on his bed and stared blankly at his ceiling "I don't get it" he sighed.&nbsp; As he lay there feeling sorry for himself the nagging at the back of his mind blossomed into a realization that was impossible to ignore, `I wasn't sincere...' Brendan thought, `my desire wasn't pure, so there was no way I could summon the girl for me, that's got to be it!'<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was morning at this point, so Brendan decided a shower and some breakfast before attempting the summoning again was in order.&nbsp; Brendan stretched and got up, gathered clean clothes, a towel, and went of to the upstairs shower, hoping it wouldn't be occupied when he got there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 00:47:47</strong>
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				Sophie uncurled herself and almost immediately her ears went backwards at Brendan's baby talk. <em>'Why is he still doing that... oh... but this feels rather comforting...'</em> The cat slowly relaxed as Brendan stroked her fur. She was about to start purring, a sign of content, when he pulled his hand away, having found something he was looking for. Sophie slouched slightly, and relaxed back into a laying position, dismayed as she listened to him. When he managed to push the words about strings of fate out of his mouth, the cat perked in attention. <em>'Enishi? The string that connects two destined people together? Regardless of distance, and who may always, eventually find each other? But... why are you looking for Enishi?'</em> <br><br>The attentive cat stood up again and chirped at Brendan as if trying to get his attention. <em>'I know about this! I know about this... wait why are you going over there?'</em> Sophie followed Brendan now as he was laying on his bed, she stood on the floor near it chirping at him, but he continued to ignore her. She spun around once, her chirping and calling getting a bit louder, but it was to no avail. She watched as decided it upon himself that he wasn't sincere and that was what was blocking him from summoning the girl for him. Sophia Tama promptly parked her hind quarters on the ground, and glared at him. <em>'Please don't tell me you are thinking about pulling some other poor girl through that drawing downstairs... </em> she thought while looking rather annoyed and her little stub of a tail flittered against the floor, making no noise.<br><br>As Brendan got up to leave Sophia was on him like a cat stalking a mouse, minus the stalking. Chirping every once in a while, until she finally realized, that her stomach was rumbling. She stopped and then decided she would need some help with obtaining food, lest she go out and hunt something. She wasn't really partial to hunting, she normally only did it to make sure the Shinto priest was safe. Mice and rats were rude. The conversations she's had with them, they were thicker than brick walls! And birds! Birds always insulted Sophie high up in their perches in the trees around the shrines. She once showed a crow who the boss was though, and he never returned out of fear of her. <br><br>The bobtailed cat weaved around Brendan's legs cooing and then yowling for attention every so often. <em>'Help me find some food human, come on... I don't know this area... what if there are dogs!?'</em> She thought as she followed him and cried again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 11:10:17</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145616.msg6611025#msg6611025">Quote from: Starcry on 18-07-2012, 13:14:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Have these people never heard of cleaning equipment before?</em> She thought to herself as she searched under the sink, which was semi full of washing up. Then as John asked what she was looking for she smacked her head as she went to turn round.<br><br>"Owie..." She complained, as on the second try at getting out she did, along with rubbing her head. "I was looking for a duster and air freshener..." She replied as she stood up, still nursing the top of her head. "The room I found to sleep in is really dusty and smells like no one has been there for a long long time..." She said, as she looked to John. "And I just can't sleep in a room like that. It's... well... not very nice." She said as she let out a soft sigh. <br><br>She then moved over to the other side of the kitchen and searched there. It was almost looking like there was no cleaner in the house. <em>How can they live like this?!?!</em> She thought to herself once more. <br><br>"I don't get it" The succubus continued. "Your room is nice, clean and orderly, but soon as I began walking down the stairs it's like I was walking into another reality..." She said as she got on top of a counter to search the top shelf of the cupboard she was searching. "A reality in which cleaning things don't exist."She mumbled to herself. "Sorry for the rant..." She said as she peeped at John from behind the cupboard door. <br><br>She then closed it before shuffling along to the next cupboard as she continued her quest for cleaning items. <br><br>This made no sense. There were plenty of cups, glasses, plates, bowls, cutlery and cooking utensils. But for some reason there were no cleaning items apart from washing up liquid and tea towels to dry with. These boys didn't seem to care about anything but washing and drying up. Then again, they could of just been storing the cleaning things somewhere else around the house...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>John woke up with a pain in the neck - literally. For a few moments, he couldn't remember how he ended up in his uncomfortable position on the floor. He cracked his neck to either side while he considered his strange predicament. While it didn't seem to be the most pragmatic decision in hindsight - particularly because there were perfectly good, unoccupied rooms down the hall - he had offered his bed to the mysterious visitor that arrived last night.<br><br>Turning his head to the side, he tried to peek from his vantage point on the floor to see if she was still in bed. When his perspective didn't offer any help there, he shifted and turned towards the bed directly and came face to face with the demoness in question. For some strange reason, she had decided to give up the plush single-size bed he'd offered her and was now laying on her side with her head on a separate pillow on the floor. He started at being so close to her without warning, and even reacted instinctively by moving several inches away. But the look on her face was so serene that he found himself leaning back over, drawn to her presence in an all-consuming sort of way. <br><br>The succubus somehow found a way to look innocent as she slept; John blinked vacantly at the irony in that. He reached out a hand to lightly brush her lips with a fingertip and selfishly wondered what it would be like to kiss them for the moment his eyes lingered there. Still skeptical, though, he brought back his hand and watched as she slept for a few more minutes. He looked over her body in more of a curious manner than an out and out sexual inspection, though he never moved from his spot as he did so. He speculated over how she could possibly be comfortable sleeping with those wings - particularly on such a hard surface.<br><br>Soon, he heard signs of movement downstairs and knew it would be time to get up and start the day - and also that this strange gift of intimacy with the girl would soon be leaving him as well. Taking advantage of the last few minutes before he'd have to get back to the daily grind, he reached out and stroked the girl's wings once again - amazed at how natural they felt, all over again. <em>"I wonder ... how any of this is possible?"</em> He thought to himself. The reality of the situation was still far too fantastical for him to believe in his half-dreamlike waking state. <em>"Maybe I dreamed all those details from before. This can't be real... Do you think the horns will come off?"</em> With that... he slowly reached up a hand and grasped one of the girl's horns. A determined look came over his face while he gave them quite a tug. All of the reason within him screamed that they had to come off... it just couldn't be any other way... could it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 19:32:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Coltrane had been up before all of his roommate. An hour before the first hopeful awakening he'd gotten up heading toward the bathroom to take a much needed shower. He had been hot and sweaty from the tossing and turning he had done. The house had been silent which was a nice thing for once it was never peaceful in this place there always had to be some type of music blasting, games, yelling, or something that made him roll his eyes. Now he could put the topic <em>'women with horns'</em> on his list. Colt had figured it was just a bad dream though denying himself the pleasure of seeing if it was true. In the bathroom he washed himself clean of thoughts of yesterday the sensation of the water felt good on his pale skin. This was the a refreshing moment indeed, yet it ended just as quickly as it had came.<br><br>He came out of the bathroom in a towel which hung loosely from his towering body. The sun had not even rose yet, but from the distance one could of seen the sky changing color of florescent lights of orange, red, and yellow. It was more like a time limit before he had to come back inside. Coltrane wen tot his rooms looking for all black clothing, but found he had to do laundry...again. It meant he would have to wear the clothing that had some color in them putting on a white t-shirt, a pair of dark blue denim jeans, his usual black combat boots, and a large purple hoodie which he made sure blocked the sun. White hair jutting down. The reason he was up so early was due to something for the guys in his frat, and since he had some connections it would be met whenever it ran low.<br><br>Heading out of his room leaving it wide open for those to see if he was inside rather then knock and wait. This was also an invitation to go into his room since he never let anyone while he was home. People took a book or something to read or went on his laptop since he had the only working/functional printer in the house. As he went down the stairs he saw one of his mates asleep on the table, but did not feel like waking him up since he looked peaceful enough. Hitting the front door then leaving out locking it behind him.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Now</strong></span><br>Coltrane came back home to a lively house as usual. Two of his frat mates Jaden and Sven were awake,"Guten Morgen meine Brüder, wie haben Sie geschlafen?" (Translated| Good morning my brothers, How did you sleep?) He used that every morning and had told them each time that it stuck out and they could understand that one line of dialogue form Coltrane.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inari</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 21:32:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145616.msg6627412#msg6627412">Quote from: Chaznia on 21-07-2012, 11:10:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">John woke up with a pain in the neck - literally. For a few moments, he couldn't remember how he ended up in his uncomfortable position on the floor. He cracked his neck to either side while he considered his strange predicament. While it didn't seem to be the most pragmatic decision in hindsight - particularly because there were perfectly good, unoccupied rooms down the hall - he had offered his bed to the mysterious visitor that arrived last night.<br><br>Turning his head to the side, he tried to peek from his vantage point on the floor to see if she was still in bed. When his perspective didn't offer any help there, he shifted and turned towards the bed directly and came face to face with the demoness in question. For some strange reason, she had decided to give up the plush single-size bed he'd offered her and was now laying on her side with her head on a separate pillow on the floor. He started at being so close to her without warning, and even reacted instinctively by moving several inches away. But the look on her face was so serene that he found himself leaning back over, drawn to her presence in an all-consuming sort of way. <br><br>The succubus somehow found a way to look innocent as she slept; John blinked vacantly at the irony in that. He reached out a hand to lightly brush her lips with a fingertip and selfishly wondered what it would be like to kiss them for the moment his eyes lingered there. Still skeptical, though, he brought back his hand and watched as she slept for a few more minutes. He looked over her body in more of a curious manner than an out and out sexual inspection, though he never moved from his spot as he did so. He speculated over how she could possibly be comfortable sleeping with those wings - particularly on such a hard surface.<br><br>Soon, he heard signs of movement downstairs and knew it would be time to get up and start the day - and also that this strange gift of intimacy with the girl would soon be leaving him as well. Taking advantage of the last few minutes before he'd have to get back to the daily grind, he reached out and stroked the girl's wings once again - amazed at how natural they felt, all over again. <em>"I wonder ... how any of this is possible?"</em> He thought to himself. The reality of the situation was still far too fantastical for him to believe in his half-dreamlike waking state. <em>"Maybe I dreamed all those details from before. This can't be real... Do you think the horns will come off?"</em> With that... he slowly reached up a hand and grasped one of the girl's horns. A determined look came over his face while he gave them quite a tug. All of the reason within him screamed that they had to come off... it just couldn't be any other way... could it?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Orane lay there in what appeared to be a peaceful sound sleep. However, when she did awaken she'd have a fair few knots and kinks in her body, which would hurt like crazy. It was her own fault really. She had chosen to sleep with her new master, since she assumed that was one thing he never did. Well, he did wish to do with a woman what he never had right? And she assumed he had not slept with a women before. In the harmless sense anyway. <br>She remained sleeping as he examined all her features. She stirred and blushed a little in her sleep as he felt her wings softly. But the peace was suddenly interrupted, as she was jerked awake by John as he yanked on one of her horns.<br><br>"HEEEEEEY!" She yelled in anger, at the rude awakening. "Don't you know it's rude to pull on a girl's horns?" She snapped as she smacked his hand off her horn. "How would you like it if I pulled that hard on something of yours?!" She growled, before she folded her arms and began sulking.<br><br>She wasn't normally one to snap, but the rest wasn't good and she had been rudely awakened. How else would someone react to being awoken like that? Happy sunshine's and rainbow kitties? Certainly not where she was from.<br><br>"Sorry... it just kinda hurt." Orane said as she nursed the side of her head. "Please don't do that again..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 22:19:16</strong>
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				“Well, good-morning to you, too!” &nbsp;Brendan exclaimed at the bob-tail trying to ge his attention. "What's all <em>this</em> then, kitty?" He said to the cat's display. "What's the matter? Are you hungwy?" He flipped back into baby talk as he gently picked her up and held her. "Well, wet's go down to the kitchen and see if we can find ju somefing to eat." <br><br>Brenden headed to the kitchen and made a bee-line for one of the cupboards, not stopping, but merely raising a hand in a half-hearted wave to the others. "Hey, guys... What's up?" He said. Opening the cabinet, he rummaged around briefly until finding a can of tuna. "Oooh!" He all but squealed, "Look what we have here! Is tuna-fishy. Does kitty wuv tuna fishy?" Snatching up a hand can opener from the counter he made his way out the back door and setting the bob-tail down, made quick work of opening the can. He placed it on the ground in front of her, "Der you goooo... I'wl bet that smells wewwy wewwy goood..." He reached out a hand to affectionately ruffle the fur on the top of her head. "You go ahead and have yourself some bweakfast." He then went back inside, shutting the door behind him and leaving the kitty outdoors.<br><br>Brendan grabbed an apple and a stick of string cheese before he bounded upstairs and took a refreshing shower. Returning to his room, he sat down at his desk with the mozzarella hanging out of his mouth and started looking through his stack of books. The water had fully woken him up and, upon thinking more clearly about last night's dream, he had realized two things.<br><br>1 - He was not entirely sure he had or <em>should have</em> in this whole "enishi" deal he had read about.<br><br>and <br><br>2 - He <em>had</em> at his disposal a means of determining such a connection. <br><br>Finding the book that he was looking for, he thumbed quickly until he found the page with the spell he needed. It was something similar to scrying, with the exception that you weren't trying to determine the person's location so much as you were trying to determine the intensity and nature of two - or more - subjects' connection. Briefly reading through the spell, he made quick work of assembling everything he would need: the recitation, a silver bowl, a writing instrument - he chose a washable marker - and a lense of some sort. The lense was actually made from a single cut piece of quartz that was ground and polished, he had found along with the summoning book at a quaint, out of the way old book store that seemed to specialize in such curios. <br><br>Brendan sat down on his floor and, using the marker, quickly scribed the necessary symbols onto the silver bowl. Placing the bowl in front of him, he then placed the lense in the bowl and intoned the recitation. "Mas-kavadian ondine bosh skaduvingdae. Rasen stamphen pongin donfin puufin. Sero falia." The sigaldry on the side of the bowl glowed faintly and the room was suddenly filled with a sweet acrid odor that told Brendan the spell was a success. He reached into the bowl, snatched up the lense and bolted out of his room. "Gotta be quick..." he said - "Before the magic wears off." First he would go to John's room and then to the room he pointed out to Orane the night before. Reaching his frat brother's door, he pounded insistantly, "John, you up?" he said before opening the door and then rushed into the room.<br><br>Taking a moment to look over what he saw and swallowing the desire to chastise him for letting her be in his room again, Brendan held up the lense and looked closely. Quite clearly through the lense, he was able to see a red string around John's finger connecting to Orane's finger - just as he had seen in the dream! And even as he beheld it, the magic started to fade as the lense lost its power. Brendan smiled in satisfaction and blinked - as for a brief moment he though he saw the glimmer of another red string. It seemed to angle down through John's floor. But before he could confirm what he was seeing it was gone. It was all gone - the lense had gone back to being just a piece of crystal.<br><br>"Wow! Well.. That is just..." Brendan flushed slightly and put his hands together before his face, looking back and forth between the both of them through joyful, slightly teared eyes. "I'm really very... I'm really happy for you." He said earnestly, though a heavy weight was still on his heart - the weight of his own lonliness. "I wish you both the best, I really do." He smiled broadly and all but skipped out of the door. His thoughts immediately went to the basement, to the diagram, to possibilities ... and hope. <em>"I'm going to try again.."</em> He thought as he made his way there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 23:03:07</strong>
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				John's eyes went wide when the girl finally woke up. She had been sleeping so soundly, it seemed, that her sudden movement was a big shock to him. "I... I-I'm sorry!" He responded, jerking his hands away and throwing them up above his head. "How would you like it if I pulled that hard on something of yours?!" He swallowed hard and began to sweat at her words - which he took as a threat to his genitals for some reason. <br><br>The girl soon seemed to get control over her temper and he let a deep breath out in relief. "Oh, no... I understand." John started, bring his arms down. He laid his head on his left palm as he lay facing her and put his right hand in front of him. Appearing more relaxed, he went on, "It's just still... really difficult to take in, you know?"<br><br>Just then, the door flew open without much forewarning and he sprang to a sitting position, tense all over again. "Brendan! What the hell!?" he yelled, startled. "And what is <em>that?!"</em> He asked, pointing at the strange crystal that his goofy frat brother was holding before his eye. He turned his head to look back and forth between Brendan and Orane, as if he was missing the butt of a joke and was hoping one of them would kindly explain it to him. He hadn't a clue what to make of Brendan's congratulations. His eyes first looked confused and then suddenly shocked and embarrassed, thinking that the other male's words were aimed from a thought that the two of them had spent the night together - in more ways than one.<br><br>"Wh-that... Oh... no, Brendan... it's not what you..." He mumbled, looking helplessly around the room for something to focus on that wouldn't make him appear even more guilty than he already looked. Too bad for him, his eyes found their way to the succubus's ample bosom once again and he shut his eyes and shook his head, looking back to Brendan to explain. But it was over as soon as it started and the brown-haired frat boy was already running out the door.<br><br>John sat with his arms out in a helpless way, not knowing at all what to do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 00:02:24</strong>
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				Sophia Tama chirped again as she was received by the college student Brendan on her demand for food. Her ear twitched lightly at the sound of the baby talk, but it went back to normal as he picked her up. There was something oddly comfortable about being in his arms, and as they moved down the stairs to the kitchen she was beginning to purr. As soon as the can of tuna was pulled from the cupboard, Sophie's eyes lit up and she could smell the deliciousness inside the can. 'Ohhhh fiiiiiish. I haven't had fish in a while! My priest only gave it to me on special occasions, like holidays!' She chirped at Brendan in excitement over the can, completely forgetting about him mentioning Enishi. As he set her on the ground she could do nothing but mewl in excitement at him, stretching up her paws to lean on him, her paws touching his knee. As soon as that can opened, Sophie could feel her mouth salivating. It smelled amazing! <br><br>When Brendan set the can down on the ground Sophie barged into it, eating like she hadn't had food in a while. It tasted too good to slow down to enjoy. But as soon as she heard the door close behind her, she paused and looked around her. She was outside! 'No! I can't be outside! Agh! Why did you do this to me?!' she cried at the door and pawed at it for a few minutes before finally giving up. Sulking, she sat in front of the tuna can and looked at it. 'Well... at least I don't have to hunt for food. If I wait until people go to bed, I could probably sneak back into the house...' she thought to herself as she then proceeded to finish her can of tuna. It wasn't anything like the fresh fish she had been fed in the past, but it still tasted amazing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 21:02:34</strong>
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				The diagram was just as Brendan had left it in the basement - the chalk hadn't faded or fallen off at all. He lit the candles and opened up the book, looking over the recitation. He walked back so that he was ten feet away from the diagram, took in a deep breath and cleared his mind. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what the girl for him would be like. He'd always wanted someone sweet and kindhearted who would appreciate romantic things. But not to say someone docile and quiet, but rather someone who definitely had plenty of firey passion. <br><br>"Yeah, that's right..." Brendan thought out-loud, "A heart that smoulders with passion... yeah smouldering..." He took a moment to contemplate his words and then, holding those ideas in his mind, began the recitation. It may have been his imagination, but halfway through the incantation, it seemed the room had gotten a few degrees warmer. And as he came to the final shout of "KLACKTIEL," he was surprised when the candles' flames nearly quadrupled in size. The lines on the diagram on the wall began to glow - but this time it was a bright red-orange. And there was something else - smoke seemed to be coming out of the gateway. Brendan had barely any time to process these new developments before a veritable firestorm errupted from inside the gate. Within the flames there seemed to be a form. Brendan squinted and looked closer... there appeared to be a person <em>inside</em> the fires. "Oh..h...hh.. what?! What's with all this - " Brendan stopped short as his mind immediately thought of the last summon - he had pulled through a <em>succubus</em> and succubi were <em>demons. </em>Were these.... the fires of <strong><em>hell?!</em></strong><br><br>Brendan's fear had nearly gotten the better of him and would have made him run, screaming out of the basement, if it weren't for remembering that a portion of the sigaldry around the gate was meant to seal away creatures of evil intent. Only those who's desire for love was equally pure could come through. Still, he hadn't expected <em>this</em> and he dropped to his knees in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape at the specticle that unfolded. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 23:13:59</strong>
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				The figure in the doorway was sleight compared to the stocky form of Brendan. At first, it might have made one think of a child but as it drew closer, it became obvious that this was the body of a maiden. The girl was young, early teens, but she seemed to be aging by the second as she confidently walked out of the supernatural gateway towards the summoner. She walked right through the fires as if they were not even there, indeed, not the slightest bit of sweat seemed to mar her fair skin.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/midorikumo/2008-06-26-106247-Copy-1.jpg)</div>Striding directly out from all the sigaldry Brendan had so pain-stakenly arranged, the young woman, now appearing around 16, paused. The aging effects she had shown seemed to have stopped since no change was made in the several moments she took to look about the room, her gaze eventually falling on the rather cowardly-appearing Brendan Folly. Blinking several times as if she expected him to suddenly transform into something far more worthy of her attention, she waited patiently. When it became apparent that he was not going to be forthcoming with an explanation, her dark eyes narrowed. <br><br>This new blonde girl was not the slightest bit amused by suddenly being ripped away from her world. And while her fair face made her seem innocent enough, there was a wisdom to her eyes that showed her for the old soul she truly was. Add to that her armor and the sword at her side and any perceptive individual would pick up on the fact that she was far more than she seemed. But there was nothing demonic about her in spite of the blazing inferno that still engulfed the room without consuming it. She held herself with and air of honor, nobility and dignity, as if she had been raised in a palace some where far away. Though such an assumption would be far from the truth. She was, in fact, a creature of the wild who held herself to a lofty code of honor because she had found it to be her personal way of life. Others of her kin were often more chaotic and selfish, doing only what they needed to survive and gather what they wanted. But Fiametta... she was the breath of a different wind. It was a boon to Brendan that it was she and not some other firey fowl had answered the call of his sorcery. <br><br>Still, he had earned her ire by calling her here against her will. Back home, she was at peace, to roam the mountainside at her leisure. There she was free and whole, but this please reeked of the mundane; she could sense the painful lack of magic in the air around her, regardless of Brendan's success with the summoning incantations. She stepped forward to the man on his knees and slowly drew her blade, holding it before him in line with his throat, though several inches away. "Who are you whom has called me here? Have you a reason good enough to tear me from my world?" He voice was mature, mid-pitched and full of the promise of retribution should the boy prove to be selfish and baleful in his intent.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 00:16:53</strong>
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				Jaden finished cooking his breakfast, taking a seat to begin eating. About a minute later, Coltrane walked in. <br><br>"Guten Morgen meine Brüder, wie haben Sie geschlafen?"<br><br>It was what Coltrane greeted his roommates with every morning. Jaden nodded his head in acknowledgement, not saying anything because he was chewing his food. A few moments later, Brendan walked in along with the cat Jaden had seen the night before. "Hey, guys... What's up?" Brendan said, more focused on searching through the cabinets for whatever he was looking for. Jaden swallowed the bite of food he had in his mouth and took another bite of his food.<br><br>He pretended to not be interested in what Brendan was doing, looking down at his food, trying to get a glimpse at what he was looking for. Brendan walked past Jaden towards the kitchen door holding a can of tuna in his hand, setting it outside apparently for the cat. <em>"Oh..."</em> Jaden thought to himself, laughing to himself, thinking that it was silly of him to think Brendan was up to something. He watched as Brendan left the kitchen and headed back upstairs. He glanced over at Coltrane and then over to Sven. Jaden felt like asking if anything strange happened the night before, but he didn't think it was that important. <br><br>Shrugging it off, he finished his meal, set the dishes in the sink and headed upstairs to change.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 23:12:49</strong>
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				Momentarily taken off guard by the young woman's straight-forward, no-nonsense query and more than a little intimidated at the blade leveled at his throat, Brendan found it a little hard to find his tongue. "Oh... uh.. I uh... well." he managed at last, "I was just trying ... trying... I was trying to use a spell I found in this book... to find my true love. It's supposed to find a person who's right for me and the last two times I tried it... it... didn't work so well." He got to his feet and brushed himself off, keeping mindful distance from the sword leveled at him. "M-my name is Brendan. Brendan Folly. Um... pleased to meet you." He stood with his arms behind his back, looking modest."I don't mean to be too forward but I think if I did the spell right... then..." His face went bright red as giddiness welled up inside him, going on in words that jumbled together quickly, "IthinkIsummonedyoubecausewe'remeanttobetogether."<br><br>He buried his head in his hands, feeling quite embarrassed; then slowly peeked his eyes up behind them and studied her anxiously, gauging her reaction. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 03:15:21</strong>
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				The now-blonde girl raised an eyebrow and scoffed at the cowardly man in front of her. If this was the man she was supposed to be with, he certainly wasn't showing her why. She wasn't quite sure what made it so, but she did feel compelled to believe him. He may have looked simple and without much honor or gallantry, but he did seem <em>honest.</em> <br><br>She parted her mouth to speak but her attention was drawn to the creaking of floorboards up above her. At first, her dark eyes narrowed, then they slowly relaxed. Although she did not know it yet, as Kenji made his way down to the main level of the house, the invisible "pull" she had felt bringing her here strengthened. Except, now it was less tearing her from her world against her will, and more becoming a sweet beckoning that she found harder to resist.<br><br>She turned her gaze back to Brendan. Having never lowered her blade, she took a step towards him. "What was the purpose of your spell? To bring me here to be your companion against my will?!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 08:18:50</strong>
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				The young woman's terse and demanding nature coupled with the fact that she still pointed a rather sharp-looking war implement in his direction had left Brendan flabberghasted and quite on the defensive. "W-what?!" he managed at her angry inquisition. "Ah-I woudl never - NO! Certainly not against your will. L-look, the spell was simply meant to bridge the gap between two worlds and allow those meant to be together to find one another. "<br><br>Brendan let out an exhasperated sigh and attempted to regain some composure. "Look... I think I'm getting off on the wrong foot with you. I certainly don't expect you or anyone else to be some kind of ... magical concubine to me. I'm just trying to find love." His shoulders slumped and his eyes went to the floor as he considered those last words with a sinking heart but quickly shook himself from his melancholy reverie. "Are... you perhaps hungry or thirsty?" He said, making a motion to the staircase. "Perhaps we could go upstairs and find something to your liking and then maybe we can ... just talk?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 22:21:32</strong>
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				Fiametta blinked slowly and repeatedly as she tried to keep up with Brendan's rambling. At the word 'concubine' she cocked an eyebrow and gave him a dangerous look, regardless of the fact that he had basically just denied all of that. <br><br>"Getting off on the wrong... foot?" she echoed, her eyes sliding down to his feet. She wasn't entirely familiar with the idiom but she thought she could figure out his meaning by the context he used it in. He was trying to diffuse the situation and that was commendable - at least some. The blonde girl sheathed her Small Sword and stood with hands on hips. "I doubt you have anything that would appeal to me... But talking is worth a try - particularly if it means you can explain more of what is happening. I'm not accustomed to living in the dark." She showed just the smallest hint of a smile at this display of her humor before she took advantage of the moment to transform before his very eyes. One moment she was a small, older teenage girl, the next she was a magnificent bird of orange but with trailing feathers and other accents that spoke of a rainbow of other colors. She let out an eagle-like cry that echoed through the basement. "Lead the way, human..." she said without speaking with lips he was accustomed to. She decided to wait and hover in the air and then follow Brendan wherever he lead her - as long as she found no danger ahead. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 07:18:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kenji awoke, groggy at the noise of what was going on.&nbsp; It was a rude awakening to him and he did not like to be awakened in such a way.&nbsp; He walked downstairs to the living room to see what was going on and why it was happening.&nbsp; The reasoning had to be good in his books or he will not be a happy camper to the rest of his brothers.<br><br>"Alright, what is going on, can't anyone get some sleep," he said to whoever was in the living room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Worshipping Master</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 21:51:04</strong>
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				Brendan was blown into shock by the sudden transformation. He stood, staring at the firey bird for the longest time, mouth slack, and only managed a few blinks. <em>"Well.... I guess... appearances can be deceiving..."</em> he thought while he remained motionless and wordless for the longest of times.<br><br>Seemingly hours later, though only a few minutes had passed, he responded to her in a robotic sort of way. "R-right... follow me..." He lead the way up the stairs numbly, not even thinking of the sort of effect that she would have on the others. Slowly opening the door that lead into the kitchen, he soon found himself staring at the bulk of his housemates. He gave a short wave and went on in that same robotic voice, "Oh, Hi guys....&nbsp; Don't mind me..." He blinked and thought of the phoenix and weakly lifted a hand to point in her direction. "And this is.... a bird..... Her name is.... I ... don't know...." The conundrom brought him a bit back to reality and he turned a confused look the bird's way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 23:41:12</strong>
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				Fiametta hovered at the top of the stairs; the moment someone made eye contact with her, she changed back into human form. Straightening out her clothing, she appeared very well put together and till in the shape of the young blonde teenager from before. She looked around at the others with a high and proud head, as if expecting at least one of them to pay homage to her. Then, as if finally understanding the situation, her eyes jerked open more. She stepped forward and nearly clicked her heels together before dipping into a short courtesy. "My name is Fiametta." she clarified, looking around at each man in turn before moving back to Brendan and asking, "Are all of these men makeshift wizards, then?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 06:27:59</strong>
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				Kenji pauses for a moment as he sees the bird-like creature flying by and then sees the other events transpired.&nbsp; The young man is surprised and stands still in shock of what was going on as he tries to get all of this stuff wrapped around his head.<br><br>He looked at the others as he rubbed his eyes and looked again after regaining his composure.<br><br>"Wha, who," he said aloud.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Conjured Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 18:44:32</strong>
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				Jaden had taken a quick shower and put on his usual wear, which consisted of a dress shirt, an under shirt, a pair of black dress pants, and his black shoes, on. His backpack and his headphones, sitting around his neck, juxtaposed with his clothes in a good way. He straightened his shirt's collar and combed his hair to the side. He looked in the mirror and gave himself a once over before nodding to himself in approval. He was ready for the day.<br><br>Before leaving his room, he quickly gazed around to make sure that nothing was out of place and that he had everything. After checking off everything on his 'mental checklist', he shut his door and began head to the kitchen. He began to think about the events of the previous night. It wasn't that strange that Brendan was chasing a cat through the dorm. Okay. Maybe it was a <em>little</em> bit weird, but maybe he just likes cats? Shrugging it off, Jaden started to make his was down the staircase, and down to the kitchen. <br><br>The thought of what Brendan was doing exactly kept creeping back up and that is all Jaden could think about. He tried again and again to try to come up with anything that would relieve him of his frustration, but nothing he could think of worked. Letting a big breath out, he decided that the only way to know now was to ask. <em>"Brendan is probably in the kitchen."</em> Jaden thought to himself, finally reaching the bottom step. He began walking to the kitchen and saw Brendan standing outside, talking to the other guys. <br><br>Jaden stopped in his tracks as he saw a blonde haired girl standing next to Brendan. It wasn't really surprising to Jaden because of how weird Brendan had been acting, but at the same time, it was very surprising. She appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen and she was very beautiful. However, something about her made her seem nonhuman. Regaining composure, Jaden brushed off his pant legs and approached Brendan. <br><br><strong>"Brendan?"</strong> Jason said before pointing towards the girl. <strong>"Who's your...uh...I'll assume, your friend?"</strong>
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