Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities & Towns
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				Title: <strong>Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>04-05-2019, 20:59:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">Justice League</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">UNLIMITED RPG</span><br><br>(https://www.screengeek.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/dceu.png)</div><br><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Links</span></span><br><br>Interest Check: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303825.0<br><br>OOC: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304027.0<br><br>Gotham City: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304015.0<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Tag Code</span></div><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=300 padding=6][/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Character Name:[/b]<br>[b]Date/Time:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Wearing:[/b]<br>[b]Tagged:[/b]<br>[b]Warnings:[/b]<br><br>[hr]</code></pre><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 03:13:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Kori’s Spaceship (https://weburbanist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/ferrari-spaceship-2.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>In the eerie ambience of outer space, a lone, photovoltaic starship stealthily breached the borders of the ‘Sol’ system in a lightspeed jump so unfathomable to the constraints of Human science and technology, that it might as well have blinked into existence from nowhere. Yet the alien passenger tucked safely within the reflective stealth metal of the sleek craft, was not amused by her ship’s navigational systems. Koriand’r, former Princess of Tamaran, had been relying solely upon auto-pilot to transport her twenty-six light years, from the Vega System to her calculated destination. Yet as much as she wanted to marvel at the sights of this primitive star system and all its’ uninhabitable planets, she could barely hear herself think above all the beeping warning sounds, coupled with the flashing lights over the control panel. Panicking to decipher the error codes as the ship rapidly approached the rings of Saturn, the blinking messages on the large screen in the native Tamaranean language of symbols, warned of a miscalculation within the target planet's calibrations. Manicured, orange digits continued to rapidly tap and drag at the screen, whilst the ship continued to manoeuvre through the asteroid belt towards barren Mars. Where was the miscalculation!? Dark auburn brows furrowed over narrowing, utterly green eyes, forging a confused scowl.<br><br><div align="center"> » ERROR! Re-calculating. Planet Earth. Gravity: 9.807 m/s² « </div><br><strong>“<em>X’al!</em>”</strong> She evoked the Goddess’ name, as she quickly clicked her harnessed seat-belt into place and readjusted the straps with a sharp tug. This was… <em>probably</em> going to be a bumpy landing, if the re-calculations rapidly appearing on screen were anything to go by. Having already soared past Mars though, the green and blue, life-supporting planet was already in sight. It was too late to do anything but sit back, enjoy the ride, and pray to the Goddess that this primitive planet didn’t do too much damage to her ship. The last thing she wanted was to be stranded in some backwater star system. Correction: For her <em>ship</em> to be stranded, because whilst she was perfectly capable of self-propelled interstellar flight, she could only hazard a guess that Earth was nowhere near advanced enough to assist with any repairs to her ship. What an inconvenient adventure <em>that</em> would be. <br><br><div align="center"> » Landing Sequence: Initiated « </div><br>The ship suddenly announced in the exotic and melodic Tamaranean dialect, and slowly but surely, the craft sling-hooked around the planet to ensure the safest angle into the Earth’s atmosphere at the desired co-ordinates. As expected, the gravitational pull immediately tugged at the ship, but the all-consuming flames that rumbled and roared outside as they licked against the sturdy, alien metal upon entry, were of no concern to a surprisingly very relaxed Koriand’r. Inside the ship, was the calming ambience of extra-terrestrial, instrumental music, whilst she casually sipped on a freshly brewed mug of herbal tea. In a matter of trivial seconds, the flames cleared, and the protective exterior shutters re-opened to reveal bright blue skies, fluffy white clouds and –<br><br><div align="center"> » WARNING! WARNING! COLLISION IMMINENT! « </div><br><em>What?!</em> Wide eyes registered the rapidly approaching ‘blip’ on the screen, and Koriand’r barely had time to grip hold of the joy-stick styled steering wheel, let alone rest her emptied cup in the designated holder. The contact of her fingerprints against the controls immediately deactivated the auto-pilot as she pulled back on the control wheel and sharply jerked to the right, <em>just</em> in time to avoid what would have been a guaranteed collision with an unnecessarily <em>loud</em> and bulky aircraft! Whilst it was a miracle that she wasn’t clipped by the passing vehicle, her trajectory was briefly spun out of control courtesy of the unanticipated manoeuvre coupled by the equally unexpected, powerful thrust from the jet engines. As expected, the navigation systems went absolutely crazy again with warning sounds and flashing lights, as the marked co-ordinates were drastically altered. Hurtling down to Earth at break-neck speed, all she could do was grip the control wheel tightly and try to manually land in the nearest stretch of open land.<br><br><div align="center"><em><strong>C R A S H !</strong></em></div><br>In the middle of a car park, situated in the large city of Perth, capital of Western Australia, surged what felt like a momentary earthquake within the resounding area. At the tremoring epicentre, within a minor crater, lay the cause of the sudden disturbance. Stealth systems completely disabled from the crash landing, the sleek, metallic spaceship was buried sideways, positioned at an awkward, nose-dipped diagonal; half in, and half out of the crater. Inside the ship, perturbed by the graceless and unceremonious crash-landing, Koriand’r finally relinquished her unnecessarily tight grip over the control-sticks. A brief sigh of relief escaped her purple tinted, full lips. No one had been injured. As for her ship though, the relentlessly consistent beeping overhead, was a cause for concern. Surely the Earth’s terrain wasn’t a danger to her ship’s armoured plating? <br><br><div align="center"> » WARNING: UNCHARTED TERRITORY DETECTED! « </div><br><em>Ah!</em> Maybe not then. <em>Uncharted territory indeed!</em> She contentedly smiled and hummed to herself whilst she tapped in the code to put the navigations systems into sleeper mode. After all, charting new territory was all part of her ‘mission’, and in spite of the slightly bumpy landing, the Tamaranean Princess was eager to set foot on this strange new world. So, without warning, after a moment of perfect stillness, an otherwise undetectable door silently slid open to the side of the ship. There was no need for her to clamber or climb her way out from the awkward angle of the doorway. <em>No</em>, in a burst of fiery energy, she <em>flew</em> out from the opened door; stretching out her arms to spin in the air several feet above her crashed ship, with the grace of a ballerina. Vibrant red, wavy hair weaved around her voluptuous form like a ribbon, along with the fiery contrail bursting from the sun-kissed tips, leaving a blaze in her wake all the way down to the toes of her thigh-high boots. Having been cooped up for far too long, the sunlight already felt <em>glorious</em> against her orange skin, even though the temperature was much cooler than she was used to. A mere 20°C, according to the readings on her ship. Her spacesuit, however, was designed to soak up as much energy as possible. The reflective design acting like solar panels, helping her body to absorb the UV rays, whilst her revealed skin naturally did the rest.<br><br>After that single spin complete with a much-needed stretch, Koriand’r relaxed her arms by her sides, shoulders pushed back and chest pushed forwards, as her curious green eyes examined her surroundings. There were many tall buildings beyond the flat expanse of cracked and disturbed concrete, and not many trees in plain sight, much to her initial sadness and disappointment. <em>A very grey jungle</em>, she internally remarked with a little frown. And so noisy! She could hear echoes of strange voices from beyond the small, driveway car park, but the noise of the halted traffic from the main road behind her, had her wincing with palms suddenly pressed to her ears. <em>Such awful sounds! Worse than Z’orasaur female in heat!</em><br><br>Hissing a breath, she turned slightly to face the building, and her green eyes widened. <strong>“Ah! A Human!”</strong> Her melodic voice excitedly exclaimed out loud, albeit in her alien, Tamaranean tongue. Descending down to the cracked concrete, the flames of her hair distinguished as she stepped forwards to make first contact. A broad smile lighting up her face, and when she stopped at roughly arm’s length, she realised that he was <em>much</em> taller than the first Human she’d ever encountered: <em>General Hokum</em>. Regardless, given how under-advanced this planet was, she raised her hands palm up in a universal gesture to show that she was unarmed. Well… as far as equippable weapons.<br><br><strong>“Do not fear, Human. I come in peace, not to harm.”</strong> She gently explained in that same, soothing alien tongue. Surely, they <em>at least</em> had the technology for auto-translator devices? Even the <em>Changralynians</em> of the farthest, twenty-second Planet of the Vega System, had managed that much! <strong>“Do you… understand?”</strong> Her green eyes blinked once, then expectantly stared directly into his for a response.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 05:11:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- Lux Carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This Tuxedo</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>The day thus far had been rather depressingly uneventful. Whilst Lucifer had chosen Perth as his more permanent retirement spot precisely because of its quiet nature and lack of costumed nonsense, he could not deny that he tended to get bored fairly easily. When you were aeons old, it was very easy for the more mundane workings of the universe to lose your attention, no matter how interesting the mortal races thought that they were. Why would he be interested in this banal television show or that new novel when they were over in the blink of an eye to him? Yes, he sometimes derived some small satisfaction from them, but such pleasure was fleeting compared to some of the other distractions he'd experienced over the years. Worth experiencing, but not worth talking about after the fact unless he had to. When you'd spent your formative years creating stars and forming galaxies alongside the likes of Michael and Duma, it was very hard to take anything on the Mortal Scale particularly seriously. Whatever struggles most mortals had tended to be the sorts of things that didn't even register on the list of "things that didn't matter" on the cosmic scale, and as a cosmic being, well...they were beneath his notice, quite frankly.<br><br>That wasn't to say that he didn't pretend to find them important; he had a number of employees working at his various establishments, and in order to keep them happy, he had to at least consider their problems and desires and requirements, did he not? Their pithy mortal concerns might not be all that important to him, but they were important to them - since, being Mortal, they had to consider their own lives in greater detail, he supposed - which meant that at least inasmuch as they impacted <em>his</em> life, they had to be at least passingly important to him too. And if not, he at least had to put some effort into addressing their issues. Besides, it was a point of pride that working for him should never be unpleasant; he'd had enough of torturing Mortals when he was ruling Hell - he disliked it then, and he disliked it now - and if they were going to be making his life easier, then it was only fair that he made their lives somewhat better in return. So, in that vein, he'd had to spend the morning flitting around his various locations worldwide to listen to their various concerns and requests in all sorts of employee meetings. Things like pay raises, holidays, sick leave, problem customers, more security, ordering more stock that was inexplicably regionally popular, that sort of thing. <br><br>He, of course, took them all on board and noted them down for future consideration, then left for the next meeting. Honestly, he'd retired to avoid the humdrum of bureaucracy but compared to Hell...eh. Lux was not exactly complicated or even vaguely difficult. It was just tedious. He'd only opened the chain a month or so ago, so he hadn't had the chance to identify any beings with the correct managerial chops as of yet, so he was being a bit of a helicopter parent with the managers he had in place at that moment in time. They were doing relatively well, all things considered, but...he was a worrier. This was his retirement plan, after all, and more than that...well, he needed a good network of bases of operations to help him conclude his business in this Universe as quickly as possible. He'd managed to trace the source of his power drain to this Earth - or at least, the local area, cosmically speaking - and then hit a brick wall as the trail went cold. It was infuriating, of course; he was <em>Lucifer Morningstar,</em> First of the Archangels and former Commander Of The Heavenly Host, and yet he was unable to figure out just where his power was going. More and more of his abilities were being drained on a weekly basis, and he had no idea who had the gall to dare to inflict him with such humiliation.<br><br>Which just made the meetings all the more tedious; he had to ensure that Lux had a strong, firm infrastructure behind it before he could start throwing its weight around, which meant doing the mundane day to day in order to establish it as a respectable power and set things up in a way that they could run without his direct oversight. But at the same time, that meant that less of his energy was going into hunting down whatever was responsible for the draining of his Divine Powers, which in turn meant that it was going to happen for longer. If he wasn't careful...he was actually a little worried about where that might leave him. Would it leave him with a shadow of his former glory? Or would it not stop until he was entirely Mortal? He'd done that once. Never again. The worry did gnaw away at his stomach, a deep, existential fear for his own existence. He didn't have a soul - Angels and Demons were custodians of Souls, not owners of them - so if he died, he would simply...cease to exist. And that kind of endless oblivion...did not appeal. The tangling in his gut was an unfamiliar sensation for him, cold and tight and vexing, and he did not appreciate it one little bit. <br><br>He did his best to avoid getting tangled up in the affairs of Mortals, as beneath him as they were, but when he found whoever had dared make him feel something as base and <em>common</em> as <em>worry</em> - he was <em>not</em> scared; he was above fear, and always would be - he was going to bring down the full wrath of Lucifer Morningstar upon their heads. Sodom and Gomorrah would look like a child playing in the sand compared to what he would wreak on whoever was responsible, because as much as that cold, clammy feeling gnawed at his stomach, it also served as fuel for the burning rage that smouldered in his chest. He was not a malicious or vindictive man...but if you decided to interfere with his affairs, he was not a forgiving one either. In that respect, then, he supposed he should be pleased that his life thus far in this Universe had been rather boring; he'd avoided this timeline and others like it precisely because the superheroes and villains - as they called themselves - were far too noisy and meddlesome to leave him in peace for any great period of time, but in the months he'd been there, he'd actually not experience all that much in the way of disturbances. It seemed that Perth was as quiet in this world as it was in his own.<br><br>Of course, no sooner had he thought that - sat at his desk, filling out the requisite paperwork to address the employees issues so that perhaps they could leave him alone for five minutes and actually do something on their own for a change - than a loud earthen explosion sounded throughout the building, and the entirety of Lux trembled under a sudden, violent tremor. He paused as his desk rattled in place, lifting his pen to avoid it scrambling across the page, looking up at the room as it shook. The pictures trembled, several falling off of the wall and shattering on the ground, and he could hear yells of sudden panic and alarm coming from the offices and the main floor below his office - which overlooked the club as a whole - as the mortals scrambled to find cover. He wasn't particularly worried - he could fix any damage that did occur with barely a thought, and he was not yet at the stage where an earthquake was anything for him to worry about - and simply calmly waited for it to subside. Earthquakes were uncommon in Perth, certainly, which made this occurrence an atypical one, but they were not unheard of. They had a decent sized earthquake every couple of years or so, as he understood it, but there was something different about this one. <br><br>Earthquakes normally took several long handfuls of seconds to subside, and tended to begin slowly, peak, then trail off. But this one...it felt less like the motion of tectonic plates and more like the tremor you felt when something heavy and fast collided with the ground nearby. Combined with the loud earth-shattering crash that had preceded the shaking, and he would be more than willing to bet that that was not one of your run of the mill, mundane earthquakes. Whilst the mortals ran around panicking to themselves about the various ornaments and glasses and other assorted objects that had been knocked over and broken by the tremor, Lucifer himself was far more interested in what might have caused the rumble in the first place. The prospect of something having crashed outside his club was enticing; it was by far the most interesting thing that had happened to him in months, and he knew himself well enough to know that he could not resist the curious urge to investigate. It might be nothing, he might be wrong, but then again...it might be something capable of actually distracting him for more than five minutes. He pushed his chair back against the wall, smoothed out his tuxedo - no sense in dressing sloppily; he was a gentleman, after all! - and flexed his Will. There was the sound of fluttering wings, the sound of feathers beating against the air, and he was gone.<br><br>He appeared a moment later to the flutter of wings outside the club, standing in the car park in the cool midday air. It was an oddly temperate day for Australia - it was usually warmer than this, even during the winter - but that was not what caught his attention; temperature ever really registered with him, in all honesty, and what was far more interesting was precisely what state the car park happened to be in. Whereas before it had been a fairly standard sheet of painted asphalt, it was now looking somewhat more...uneven than it was supposed to. Cracks and rubble lay strewn across the ground, large bumps and holes pockmarking the area round it, cracks leading away from a rather large crater, out of which sprouted the edge of what he could only assume was something not from Earth. Now, he hand't explored all of the corners of this particular Earth, but this did not look like something a human would have created. The aesthetic was all wrong, for starters, and it looked much more high-tech than anything most humans would be able to even design, let alone build. Given the depth to which is was buried beneath the ground, too, and the force with which it had presumably crashed, he was going to go out on a limb and say that it was extraterrestrial in nature. <br><br><strong>"Hrm."</strong> He made a sound of idle consideration as he regarded the scene. The carpark was easily fixed, of course, and this was not the first time he had encountered a non-Earthling, but he had to admit that it was still interesting. He'd met and seen some aliens here on Earth in this universe, but this technology looked very, very different to what the Martian and the Kryptonians had access to. So...a new species he had not yet had the opportunity to investigate? He smiled to himself. Yes, this was much more interesting than paperwork. Whilst not novel for a being as old as he was, it was still an interesting diversion, and he had to admit that he was exceptionally curious about what sort of alien creature would make its way out of the ship. Was it human-looking, like the Kryptonians? Was it simply a different colour, or was it a different shape entirely? Carbon based lifeforms were so generic. Personally, he was hoping for something more unique. A silicon based lifeform, perhaps, or maybe even something like an invertebrate gelatinous creature. They didn't have anything like <em>that</em> in Hell back where he came from, so that would most definitely be an experience to write home about. <br><br>He was disrupted from his musings - standing at the edge of the crash site, arms folded patiently as he simply stood and watched; why should he get involved at all? he was there simply to see what happened, after all - by the sound of a door opening, and as his eyes flicked over to where the hole was appearing in the previously smooth outer surface - yes, certainly not human in origin - he actually found himself mildly and delightfully surprised for a change. The occupant didn't step out. Oh no. She - and she was obviously a female - <em>flew</em> out instead, streaking out into the sun with a graceful twirl. His eyebrow lifted in bemusement. She was humanoid, which was a momentary disappointment, but it was short lived as he took in the rest of her appearance. Setting aside her odd choice of spacesuit - after a customary glance up and down, of course; he was no prude - she was an exceptionally intriguing individual. She moved through the air as if she was born there, with the grace of a practised show swimmer or figure skater, flowing through the atmosphere like water. That level of comfort and grace was rare amongst mortals, so already, she had his attention. <br><br>And as he looked closer, he could not deny that as a humanoid female, she was - frankly - stunning. She was tall - exceptionally so - and statuesque, with curves in all of the right places, a delicately symmetrical face and long, flowing hair that flickered in the sunlight. To put it plainly, she would be the envy of almost every succubus back in Hell for her almost offensive levels of beauty and the generous nature of her curves and assets, which actually made him smile a little. The thought of a Succubus learning that there was a mortal more attractive than her? Oh, he might have to find one just to be able to witness the <em>epic</em> tantrum that would follow. But that wasn't what caught his attention. Yes, to a human her delicate, smooth, coquettish facial features and ample curves combined with the revealing nature of her skintight spacesuit would immediately make her fodder for the fantasy bank, it was something else entirely that caught Lucifers eye. For one, she was the most gorgeous shade of orange, like a sunrise after a storm, her skintone mimicking the gentle light of an orange star. Her hair flickered behind her in fiery corntrails that seemed to burn the oxygen as it passed with its intense heat, more like a streaking comet than hair. <br><br>His main job upon the dawn of creation had been to create stars, and he'd always harboured a kind of longing love of the celestial giants, a need to create just one or two more of the flickering, beautiful wonders of nature. And right in front of him was a woman who seemed to harken back to that beauty. Whilst he was old enough not to simply stare at her slack-jawed - he was not an idiot or a pervert, and she was not the first beautiful woman he had seen in not many clothes - he was not made of stone. To say that she was not attractive would be a lie, and whilst he was many things, a liar was not one of them. Of course, it was only a matter of time before she noticed him, and upon doing so, she exclaimed in a foreign tongue - her language, obviously - and made her way towards him, alighting on the cracked and shattered pavement. She stepped forwards, her movements languid and graceful, sashaying her hips almost subconsciously as she did so. Much more graceful than most mortals, he had to grant her. She lifted her hand in what he had gathered in his scouting of this universe was the universal greeting, which he mimicked, but he did not speak immediately. He knew most languages in existence, but he had some gaps, admittedly, and her language was one of them. Well. For the moment.<br><br>He was not omniscient, so he didn't immediately know her language or even what it was called, but now that he'd heard a few sentences from it, he could utilise his Reality Warping abilities to rewrite their own existence a little. Not by much - there were limits - and he couldn't give himself knowledge that he didn't have. That would be an absurd paradox. What he <em>could</em> do, if he so chose, was allow understanding. He could rewrite the local reality just a fraction to allow her to understand the general thrust of what he was saying, even if she couldn't identify the individual meanings of the words. It was all about playing with perception, and targeting specific points in her mind. Whilst he couldn't rewrite her brain, he could at least subtly poke certain sections to get some kind of an empathetic resonance so she could identify the tone and intent if not the specific meaning. He paused, closing his eyes in concentration - this always took some effort, since he had to be careful not to create too much of a spacial disturbance and as weakened as he currently was it took a great deal more energy than it usually would - and after a few seconds, his Will <em>clicked</em> into place he felt with his Cosmic Awareness the reality of the local area bending just a hair. He opened his eyes, which momentarily flashed a deep, almost demonically crimson red as his powers took effect, before returning to their "human" blue. <br><br><strong>"My apologies, miss,"</strong> he said airily in English. Whilst she wouldn't know the exact words, she'd at least understand the <em>concept</em> he was attempting to transmit; namely, that he was regretful, but he couldn't understand what she was saying. <strong>"Yours is one of the few languages I don't happen to know."</strong> Again, his ability wasn't translating his words - he'd need to know her language before he could translate his words into her tongue, and to tamper with somebodies mental abilities was not something he could do easily - but she'd get the general gist of things. <strong>"Do you happen to have any understanding of English, or perhaps a different non-terrestrial language?"</strong> Unlikely, but it was worth a try. If it came to it, he could always hop onto one of the worlds he'd discovered and steal a translator, but that was more effort than he was willing to go through unless absolutely necessary. That being said...if he had to, he would. After all, she was the most interesting diversion that he had happened to stumble across in years, perhaps longer, and he was not about to pass it up easily!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 18:53:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Kori’s Spaceship (https://weburbanist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/ferrari-spaceship-2.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>The Human immediately mirrored the universal gesture for peace and good intentions, which Koriand’r understood to be a very welcoming and altogether positive sign. It would have been disheartening had he stood there completely dumbfounded and illiterate to the more unified culture of the Galaxy, so she was ultimately pleasantly surprised to see that the inhabitants of Earth weren’t <em>quite</em> so primitive as she’d imagined. Perhaps she should presume less about these Earthlings, going forwards? It would not be fair of her to consistently undermine them, even though she did quite enjoy the prospect of allowing them the opportunity to continuously surprise her. This particular Human, for example, was already unexpectedly <em>taller</em> than she was prepared for. Yet he was also <em>far</em> more pleasing to the eye, than the likes of Harry Hokum; the only other Human to whom she could compare him with. Granted, Hokum was allied to the Citadel Empire, which immediately made him unattractive to her in body, mind <em>and</em> spirit. His skin was rougher, wrinkled and coarse, like the hide from a Z’orasaur male’s rump; and that was <em>never</em> a compliment! His hair meanwhile, was pitch black at the top, whilst the sides were silver. This Human however, was quite the opposite, and she stole a moment to properly appreciate him whilst he seemed to be closing his eyes in deep thought. Perhaps his translator model was functioning slowly? Kori gave him the benefit of the doubt, and was far more intrigued by the contours of his face. There was a sharper quality to his nose, almost avian-like, which made her want to trace her fingertips from the bridge down to the pointed tip. Beneath it, she noticed that he favoured the dusting of shorter facial hair, shaped to frame his mouth and highlight the contours of his jaw and cheekbones. It was a style very rarely favoured by the younger, usually cleanly-shaven Tamaranean males, as beards were usually associated with age, status and wisdom. Canting her head to the side very slightly, she speculated his age whilst contentedly following that trail of short hair back up the sides of his face. She was about to marvel over his golden wisps of hair, which reminded her of the sun-kissed flowers that bloomed near the largest waterfall on the Eastern ridge of Tamaran. Instead, her exploratory gaze paused to catch the re-opening of his eyelids, and her own widened a notch to the brief glimpse of <em>very</em> unexpected, crimson red irises. Then, they were blue again, as if to test her vision.<br><br>Intrigued and confused eyes double-blinked. His eyes had <em>definitely</em> changed colour, but <em>why</em>? Had he done something? Should she be worried? She did not <em>feel</em> any different, and aside from his eye colour, he did not <em>look</em> any different either. That thought trail had to pause though, because he at last responded to her, albeit not in a language she understood. Immediately, her brows furrowed. <em>Oh dear</em>… perhaps he did not possess a translator after all? Yet the tone and intention of his voice, slowly began to resonate with her. She sensed a deep regret, and the wish to communicate in spite of the language barrier. Gradually, the hidden meaning behind his comprehendible words, eased her brows and she once again regarded him with a very relaxed sense of curiosity. How strange it must be to him, to suddenly encounter another being from outer space! Koriand’r was a creature of empathy, after all, so she was not against imagining herself in someone else’s position. Besides, he was equally new to her, which made those feelings perfectly mutual. The only advantage was that she was more experienced in dealing with other sentient galactic species, or so she presumed. <br><br><strong>“You do not possess translators?”</strong> She questioned, but unlike some species, she was not dismayed or irritated by this revelation. Tamaraneans didn’t <em>need</em> such devices, after all, which is why a little smile started to coquettishly lift the corners of her purple painted pout. The no-nonsense Princess, took a step closer, boldly entering his personal space with a complete disregard for Human concepts of ‘comfortable distancing’. Should she test one of the other twenty-three major languages of the Vega System on him? Her gaze was dancing across his face, as she pondered the question. Logic determined that if he did not know Tamaranean, then why would he know another other Vegan dialect? Could it be possible that he might know the Citadelian’s tongue? That the Citadel had somehow extended their reach beyond the Vega System? No, whilst the Green Lantern Corps weren’t allowed to interfere with Vegan politics, there was no ban on them from intervening with the rest of the Galaxy. Besides, just the thought of having to twist her tongue to utter the detestable Citadelian language, brought a constricting lump to her throat in protest. <em>No</em>, this awkward situation was very easily resolved, without the hindrance of any further complications! Not to mention that the prospect of learning a new language was always very stimulating.<br><br><strong>“Relax, Human.”</strong> She soothed as she reached for him; arms lifting in unison so that her hands could attempt to find purchase against the slope of his broad shoulders. <strong>“I will resolve this!”</strong> And with that excited little declaration, she beamed at him, eyes locking as she stepped in to lightly collide against his strangely <em>over</em> clothed form. The motion was very sudden, each movement intrinsically linked together, and her intention incredibly clear as her eyelids gradually became heavy. Unless he stopped her, or tried to move away, her plump lips would align against his, instigating a very bold and abrupt kiss. It was hardly tentative, as one might expect from the definition of a ‘first kiss’. It was the kiss of a woman who brazenly knew exactly <em>how</em> to lock lips with another, and it done in such a way that to any onlooker, it would seem as though she had already kissed him plenty of times before. There was no slip or wrestling of tongues, of course, but there <em>was</em> the very confident pressure of her lips purposefully pressing against his, until the re-angling of her head allowed for her to capture his bottom lip between her own, and nudge the tip of her nose in the space between his nose and upper lip. Anticipating resistance, her hands gladly slid up to capture the sides of his head with the touch of her palms against his jaw, and the splay of her fingers against his ears and temples; hoping to hold him still whilst she took what she both needed, and <em>wanted</em>.<br><br>The primary reason for kissing him of course, was to acquire the assimilation of <em>language</em>. Already, from the contact of their joint lips, she could feel the transition of words and phrases entering her mind. A penetration of a different kind, which set her species apart from the vast majority of all others. Now, she <em>could</em> have simply touched him, but where was the fun in that? No, Koriand’r <em>wanted</em> to taste Human lips for the first time, and more specifically feel those bristling hairs across his chin and over the top of his lip, graze against her skin. Her people saw no shame on acting upon impulses, so long as it brought no harm to others. She certainly had no intention of harming him right now, but she <em>did</em> have every intention of drawing out this ‘first encounter’ for much longer than necessary. Unless of course, he stopped her.<br><br>If not, then there was something else, sparking in the back of her mind. A tiny flame of intrigue, addictively luring her closer. It demanded her to continue assimilating, because whilst she usually could only learn the language that she’d <em>heard</em>, there was something else there, caught on the tip of her tongue. <em>A second language!?</em> If he hadn’t put an end to the kiss, then she’d suddenly, very greedily push her body closer. Abandoning his bottom lip, she’d tilt her head to the other side, and capture his top lip this time. An intrigued murmur, echoing in her throat, lined with sweetened satisfaction. There was an urgency though, to the way that she suckled against him, mirrored by the way that she unashamedly crushed her ample breasts against his fabric covered chest. This second language was so different, compared to the first. The words were so rough, and raw... so violently visceral, that she wondered if to speak them would be to feel like setting her tongue on fire. Why would a planet have <em>two</em> native languages? How very strange!<br><br>Eventually, the Tamaranean Princess would draw back, if the Human didn’t beat her to the chase first. Her withdrawal, however, would be very calm and almost complacent; gradually lifting her eyelids to regard the Human with undiminished curiosity. There was so much she needed to learn about this Planet and its’ inhabitants, and it was beginning to dawn upon her just how little she was prepared for all cultural dissimilarities. <br><br><strong>“Why do you have <em>two</em> languages?”</strong> She suddenly asked in perfect English, utilising the same accent he'd spoken to her with. It was as though the kiss had been perfectly normal, and as simple as breathing. Likewise, she made no attempt to step away from him either, although she would drop her hands back down to rest upon his shoulders. <strong>“<acronym title="When should I use this one?">S'ar l'taeuhg I uza yiz aera?”</acronym></strong> But unknown to her, the second language that rolled from her tongue with the same, surprisingly very eloquent pronunciation as the first, in fact came from one of the seven depths of Hell… Perhaps as a result of him briefly using his powers on her? Whatever the reason, it appeared that she'd picked up more than just the English language!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>06-05-2019, 04:32:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- Lux Carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This Tuxedo</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>She seemed confused for a moment, her eyes flickering with no small degree of surprise as she blinked at him; it didn't take a genius to work out that she'd seen his eyes change colour, of course, and even to an alien seeing a deep crimson pair of irises fade to blue was going to be a bit of a shock. He wasn't overly worried, though; she seemed to recover fairly quickly, and if she spent any amount of time around him at all, she was going to get used to his changing eyes. Whenever he used any reasonably large portion of his power, he automatically tapped into his Angelic abilities and that required some degree of physical indication of his true nature. Most of the time it was just a flash of the eyes rather than anything dramatic like a beam of light or a glowing aura of dulled gold, but that really depended on how much of his power he was bringing to bear. Not that he cared overly much; he wasn't really in the habit of hiding who he was, after all. Even if people knew exactly who and what he was, what were they going to do about it? Normally, anyway, there was literally nothing that anybody could do to stop or kill him, so why waste time worrying about what the ants beneath his heel thought of him? <br><br>Whilst he didn't go around volunteering that information for obvious reasons, he never really bothered denying it either, and he doubted that an alien would have the same hangups about his name as most humans did. She'd probably never heard the name before her arrival on Earth - especially since The Presence, Michael and the rest seemed to have a very loose presence in this universe for whatever reason - which was probably going to save him a lot of awkwardness and suspicion from the outset. However, back to the topic at hand, she seemed to get over her initial surprise really rather quickly - which was so much the better for him, of course - and even though he did not understand her specific words, the empathic link that he had created did work both ways. Initially, she expressed a mixture of confusion and dismay - probably at his lack of a universal translator or knowledge of her language, which was entirely expected and justified in the situation - followed by...something odd. Soothing reassurance? Her features took on a more confident, certain expression and he had to wonder at the source. Did she have a universal translator spare that she could give him to communicate? <br><br>That would certainly explain her sudden resolve, but...he didn't think that was it. She wasn't turning to return to her spacecraft, and she didn't seem to be making a move to offer anything. And the way she was smiling...no, she had something different in mind, and he wasn't certain that he was ready for whatever it was. She was of an unknown alien species, after all, and their culture could be wildly different to anything he had even experienced before. Honestly, that in and of itself was the source of no small amusement and intrigue to him; being as old as he was, he'd seen a great deal of variety and oddness over his long life and it was not often that he encountered experiences that surprised him in any way. But what happened next? Oh, that was a new one, and an experience he would be certain to remember. The statuesque, blazing female sun before him took a sudden step forwards, brazenly invading his personal space. His eyebrow cocked ever so slightly. He was tempted to use his abilities to push her backwards and reestablish the boundaries between them, but something gave him pause. Her body language was not aggressive in the slightest, and he sensed no deception or skulduggery in her intentions...and unless she was a divine-level master of deception, he was inclined to trust his instincts. <br><br>Being who he was, it was exceptionally difficult to hide ulterior motives from him and his finely honed senses, and he sensed no such threat. Besides, even if there was, what would she reasonably be able to do; she had no idea who he was, so the chances of her pulling out one of his few vulnerabilities was unlikely, and no amount of strength or power even in his weakened state would do anything to really harm him. She could try poison, but again, his body did not work the same way as a mortals, so that would not affect him in the slightest. Really, whatever she could try to do to harm him was absolutely pointless, and to say that he was intrigued by her sudden step forwards and what she intended was an understatement. He had to be honest; she was an odd one, and that oddness had him intrigued beyond words. So as she stepped inwards, he simply watched her curiously, one eyebrow cocked as she leaned in, her eyes drooping heavily, and by the time he figured out what she intended to do, it was far too late to stop her. Of course, he could prevent it after the fact, but funnily enough, he felt no real impulse to do anything of the sort; what happened next was definitely a new experience, and one that he was going to allow himself to enjoy for as long as possible.<br><br>The admittedly beautiful woman before him pressed her lips to his in a firm, fierce kiss that had her body crushing up against him, standing up on her toes to reach his mouth in order to capture it properly. There was a moment of surprise as he processed what was happening and wondered about it - was this the traditional greeting on her home planet, or was his charm just <em>that</em> irresistible in this universe? - but after a moment, he decided that he could consider the why's behind it in a moment, after he had fully appreciated the situation. She was a curvaceous woman, with ample breasts and generous hips, and at that very moment they were pressed against him in a tight embrace, her hands sliding up to cup his face and - presumably - keep him in place. Her hands had a surprisingly powerful grip - much more firm than most mortals, so it was obvious that she had at least some degree of superior strength to most mortals - but that didn't matter much. He could have pulled away if he wanted to, regardless of how strong she was, but he didn't see the need. Instead, he leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing her to latch onto his lip with her mouth and teeth, simply enjoying the moment of a beautiful woman with the hair and skin of a star given form deciding to kiss him. <br><br>The reason why wasn't all that important, and nor was the fact that this was hardly the first beautiful woman that he'd kissed; he was a proud man, and despite what many people thought, Angels were just as hot-blooded and fond of intimacy as any mortal, and he was not going to turn down the chance to indulge in a pleasure of the flesh with a beautiful new alien species. It just made the novelty of the first meeting all the more pronounced, and he would be lying if he said that he wasn't enjoying it on a baser level, too. As he tasted her, he marvelled briefly at how soft-yet-firm her lips were, how easily malleable her body seemed to be against him and yet how it seemed to have an underlying degree of steel and firmness to it that spoke of a graceful, subtle power and strength that few people could match. His hands alighted idly on her waist - opting not to wander very far, in the interests of not pushing his luck too far - and as her lips closed against him, he allowed his tongue to slip out from behind his teeth to trace against her upper lip. Whilst she was not using tongue, he was not adverse to doing so if it meant returning some of the teasing playfulness that she was demonstrating with her own sultry little lip games. <br><br>Of course, he could tell that the kiss was not just a kiss; most mortals would have missed it, but his cosmic senses could feel that she was pulling from the surface level of his mind, and he realised after a moment of consideration that the kiss was likely a vector for some kind of information transfer between the two of them. She didn't seem to be taking anything important - though he did idly lock off certain parts of his mind, just in case - but it did give him a moment of pause...a moment that she used to greedily push herself tighter against him, her curves flowing into his muscled form with enough force that it might have knocked a normal human over. He, however, stood strong and unmoved, simply using his hands on her hips to trace around the back of her waist and help her in pulling closer; whatever she was getting from the contact, she seemed to be enjoying the kiss just as much as he was, and he was more than happy to help the human race make a good first impression on a new alien species. He barely resisted moving his hands up or down, keeping them firmly relegated to her waist; they could explore her more thoroughly <em>after</em> he'd learned her name. He might be the devil, but he did have <em>some</em> manners, after all! Instead, he answered her contemplative hum with a curious, amused one of his own, shifting his head to the side - pulling his lip from between her teeth - and answering with a nibble of his own, catching her bottom lip between his teeth and pulling on it impishly before they parted ways. <br><br>She was breathing a little harder than before, whilst he...well, he didn't have to breath at all, so he simply remained breathing out of habit more than anything else (one he had gotten into to avoid suspicion on Earth amongst the humans; people tended to panic when they realised that you weren't breathing). He met her curious, casual gaze with a bemused lifted eyebrow, a small smirk flickering across his face as she opened her mouth...and spoke perfect English. There was a moment of silence as he processed the new information; so...the kiss had been a linguistic transfer, then? The knowledge he had felt her pulling from his head had been the language that she needed to know, and the kiss had been a vector...so why the eagerness, and the sudden greedy intensifying of the embrace? Was the kiss really all that necessary...or did she simply use her ability as an excuse? If that was the case, then oh, he liked her already. He always had a soft spot for people who took as much as they could get away with, he would admit that straight away. If she used her abilities as an excuse to have fun, interesting new experiences...well, he imagined they were going to get along famously. <br><br>And given her ignorance of the importance of a kiss and the surprise with which a human would have reacted to it, something told him that her culture was a lot more forward and openly affectionate than human society. If nothing else, watching her learning about human culture was going to be an amusing distraction. But what came next earned a small, surprised-but-amused laugh from him; it seemed that she'd picked up more than one language from him, and it was not an especially good one to be using in this day and age. His eyes danced with amusement and curiosity. <strong>"A touch-based linguistic transference?"</strong> he mused idly. <strong>"Why, that is a <em>fascinating</em> - and useful - ability."</strong> He paused, and glanced down at the point where their bodies were touching, her chest still crushed up against his body in the most delicious way possibly, his hands on the back of her waist. <strong>"And one that allows for a great deal of fun. I like it. Where can I learn how to do that?"</strong> He chuckled devilishly, lifting his gaze back to her. <strong>"I would avoid using that second language in these parts, however."</strong> He let out an amused sound. That was an understatement.<br><br><strong>"Earth has a great deal of languages - over six thousand, in fact, though many of them do not have many native speakers - but the one you just used is not one of them. Only a few people in this plane of existence know that tongue, and if they heard you speaking it, they might make...unfavourable assumptions about your true nature."</strong> He paused, slipping his hands to the side of her hips - his fingers lightly tracing over the revealed skin, admiring how smooth and warm to the touch she was - to allow her to step away if she so chose. <strong>"Though I could certainly be persuaded to teach you some more useful tongues. There are no languages on Earth that I do not speak, so I'm certain we could come to an arrangement."</strong> He was teasing her, of course, but...well, he wouldn't object to spending more time with this intriguing beauty of a woman. He was a sucker for a pretty face, and hers was by far the prettiest he had seen in aeons. He was the devil, after all! Sin was part of his nature, and given how bored he'd been recently, he was not about to pass up the chance for a rather more stimulating distraction if one presented itself...and especially if one presented itself in a skintight bodysuit that left little to the imagination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>08-05-2019, 03:11:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Kori’s Spaceship (https://weburbanist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/ferrari-spaceship-2.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>For Koriand’r, the true beauty of the ‘language assimilation’ process, was that it was always a very different experience. Even though the majority of species within the Vega System were aware of the unique way in which Tamaraneans where able to instantly ‘learn’ a language, that did not mean to say that they always <em>expected</em> or even ‘welcomed’ such methods. Different species viewed the invasion of personal space in different ways, and she could not always predict how her chosen target would react to the assimilation. Teeth, claws, tongues and tentacles…either or all at once, were just a handful of the factors she might encounter once she initiated the transfer, and she was even loathed to admit that <em>sometimes</em>, the reality of the experience didn’t live up to her expectations. Unfortunately, she occasionally tasted bitter disappointment rather than the sweet or sour thrill of spontaneity and mutual enjoyment.<br><br>In terms of her first <em>Human</em>, she was aware of the spike of weariness prickling the air between them, but it was a familiar tension, which always added a pinch of flavour to the main event. The type of flavour, however, would depend upon his follow-up reactions, although the anticipation of <em>not</em> knowing the outcome, was all the more reason to find out. Essentially, Koriand’r was far too impulsive to read the signs beyond the fact that he wasn’t making any effort to move away or outright prevent her from sealing the deal. Then again, she moved too quickly to intentionally derive him of the opportunity to resist. Why? Because <em>surprise</em>! …. Oh, blessed X’Hal, she hadn’t tasted <em>that</em> in a while. It was a fleeting reaction though, and it was almost transferred across to her in return, the moment that she felt him leaning in, accepting her and opening himself to her explorations. Thank the stars, it wasn’t just <em>her</em> enjoying a very one-sided kiss. No, she enjoyed it all the more, because <em>he</em> didn’t hesitate long before making the effort to taste her in return. Her body sang, silently rejoicing to the sensation not only of hands resting on the narrow dip of her waist, but also the unexpected slither of a warm tongue against her upper lip. That was just the start though, of what this Human was truly capable of.<br><br><em>Ah!</em> This Human knew how to kiss! One might be amazed how many times Koriand’r had assimilated, only to learn the hard and awkward way that lips did not always dance with hers the way that she hoped they would. There was always the risk of being utterly ravaged by an over-enthusiastic <em>slobberer</em>, but she’d rather that than dull unresponsiveness. For a brief moment, her heart leapt to the prospect of being overpowered – or an attempt, at least – as the Human stood steadfast against her excitement and dared to pull her in even closer. But what <em>really</em> had her desperately breathing in rays of light to keep her lungs filled - she didn't <em>need</em> oxygen, after all - was the challenge of their parting, where <em>he</em> got the final say. Now <em>that</em> was… thrillingly unexpected. It was also a <em>very</em> satisfactory assimilation! And as far as ‘kisses’ went, well... this Human did not disappoint. <br><br>Indeed, the brightening of her eyes had already determined that she quite liked kissing this Human, just like she also didn’t mind that he likewise had no intention of stepping away from her yet. The constant absorption of sunlight was making quick work of warming up her natural body temperature, which always cooled slightly in the empty vacuum of endless space. The heat pooling between the non-existent space between their bodies though, provided a different kind of energy, which she’d also been deprived of in the solitude of her ship. The comforting, physical connection was welcome therefore, even though she was unaccustomed to the texture of <em>so</em> much clothing against her skin. Why was he covered, head to toe almost? She vaguely pondered to herself as she felt the slightly coarse material graze against her stomach. Was he ashamed of his body? Was he allergic to light? Was he fragile!?<br><br>Koriand’r would no doubt find time to ponder upon his clothing – or more than likely, ask him outright about it – much later. For now, she was far more intrigued by the laughter she’d somehow managed to pull from him. Lips still parted as if caught mid-speech, she blinked at him, confused. Was it something she’d said? Had she somehow used the wrong word, or phrasing, or structure? The second tongue was such a strange and visceral language, and it felt very alien on her tongue. She didn’t sense any harm in his amusement though, and it seemed that he was equally still very contented by the close proximity of her body crushed against his. She was already smiling at how easily comfortable he was in her company, and that smile widened as his appreciation of her abilities culminated in a desire to emulate them himself. Not the first time she’d heard something like that, and no doubt it wouldn’t be the last. Many species were envious of the Tamaranean ability to assimilate, which gave them the potential to be key diplomats and communicators within the Vega System, and beyond. She laughed his expression aside though, breathing a gentle chuckle underneath his more devious sound. He was right, her language transfer did allow for a great deal of fun. Given his reaction to it though, she presumed he would not be angry if she told him that the kiss wasn't entirely unnecessary…<br><br><em>Six thousand languages!?</em> That revelation was startling enough to lift her brows under wide, truly astonished eyes. How could a single planet have so many dialects!? Her jaw dropped a little more, as he warned her not to use the second tongue she’d learnt. <em>But why?</em> His explanation was incomplete, but at the same time, she was still amazed by the ‘six thousand’ part. However, that amazement was soon distracted by the slide of his hands to the far more prominent swell of her exposed hips, where the warmth of his touch alone encouraged the playful curving of her pout. So, did he mean… he spoke <em>all</em> six <em>thousand</em> languages of Earth? <em>Incredible!</em> The Human brain must be very competent and powerful then, she gathered, making a little mental note to add to her report later. <em>Much</em> later, because this Human was also being <em>very</em> playful in return!<br><br><strong>“Ah! How can you speak <em>all</em> six thousand Earth tongues?”</strong> She didn’t really need to feign surprise anymore, but she did exaggerate, as her gaze slowly and very purposefully lowered back down to his lips. <strong>“That would be many – ”</strong> It seemed, for a moment, that she was leaning in for round two. <strong>“<em>Many</em> -”</strong> The tip of her nose lightly dusted against his, as she canted her head to the side slightly. <strong>"Of these..."</strong> What had he called it, specifically? Ah, yes. To highlight her point, she lifted a hand to lightly press her fingertips against his temple. <strong>“<em>Touch... transfers</em>.”</strong> <br><br>Not kisses, but she <em>did</em> pucker up to plant a very quick, very playful little kiss against his top lip, before <em>finally</em> taking a step back.&nbsp; Far enough to create a slither of distance, but not far enough to guarantee breaking the contact of his hands on her hips. No, she was enjoying that far too much. <strong>“It is not a skill that can be learnt,”</strong> she answered his earlier question. <strong>“It is a part of who we are. What we are born with. Just as you Humans are born with… uhm…”</strong> Genuinely drawing a blank, her brief frown soon relaxed with a carefree little giggle. <strong>“I will look forward to discovering what you are born with.”</strong> <br><br>Suddenly, it struck her that he’d mentioned an ‘arrangement’, and naturally, Koriand’r had already come prepared for such diplomatic endeavours. Without warning, her excited spontaneity took over, as she suddenly turned back towards her ship. The twisting manoeuvre of her body purposefully optimised the contact of his hands moving around her hips and stomach, until she burst into flight, leaving the Human clutching at a trail of blazing energy in her wake. As interesting as the Human was, she had a reason to return to her ship; sinking through the doorway in a matter of seconds, and returning within a handful of breaths later. This time though, as she gracefully landed in front of the Human, it was clear that she was holding a potted plant, although not any species of flora that currently inhabited the Earth.<br><br><strong>“This, is X’Hal’s Joy.”</strong> She explained, presenting the bright, predominantly orange planet which was flowering with a large and bright, singular yellow flower, becoming pure white towards the middle. The petals practically glowed with an exotic luminescence, as though an unknown energy surged through the sparkling veins. Perhaps the flower had captured sunlight itself? It would be warm to touch, after all, and radiated with an inviting heat. <strong>“I will trade you for access to your planet’s information infrastructure device systems.”</strong> For once, she wasn’t sure of the appropriate word there, so she tested the relevant vocabulary. One of them had to be correct, surely!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>08-05-2019, 04:30:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- Lux Carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This Tuxedo</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>It seemed that his revelation about the sheer number of dialects present on Earth had had the desired effect; if her reaction to his second language - which was what he assumed the greedy, aggressive edge to that kiss had been about - was anything to go by, learning new tongues and dialects was of great importance to her. It made sense, he supposed; a traveller from the stars would likely want to know as many different languages as possible, and he'd known Mortals with far more strange and eclectic tastes than simply wanting to be able to speak to more people. It was admirable, in a way; she wanted to pursue greater knowledge, she wanted to have a better understanding of the peoples populating the universe, so she got excited when she suddenly had access to information that she hadn't known existed beforehand. Many Mortals wasted their time on far more banal subjects and ambitions, so it was refreshing to meet one who wanted to improve their understanding of the universe. Ok, so, perhaps languages wasn't the best use of her time - they would all die out eventually, becoming useless and lost to the mists of time - but it wasn't like he could really say anything about that.<br><br>After all, many Mortals would simply not live long enough to see their languages burn out and die, and more to the point, it would be rather hypocritical of him to look down on somebody elses thirst for knowledge that he deemed useless. After all, had he not himself gone through a phase where he'd travelled the universe deliberately picking up as many languages as he could? Not for any real reason, it was just...something to do, to alleviate the boredom. Immortality did get a little dry at times, after all, and what was it they said to do with excess free time? Try to learn a new skill? Well...perhaps he'd gone a little overboard with it, but he'd wondered how it would feel to learn a few languages without relying on his Cosmic Awareness to facilitate a faster transfer of information, so he'd had a few hundred years where he'd switched it off to try learning the old fashioned way. Of course, he eventually got bored and switched it back on to learn the rest of the languages on his list as quickly as possible, but the point was, he could not exactly criticise her for being eager to learn new things when he himself had had those phases too, now could he? And regardless of what it was, the desire for new knowledge and skills? That was an admirable trait for a mortal. At least she was doing something vaguely useful with her time, unlike the vast majority of humans.<br><br>Speaking of which, she seemed to be more than willing to entertain some more "touch transfers," and of course...well, he was not going to complain either. She was by far the most attractive mortal he'd ever happened to lay eyes on, and he was not so aloof and jaded that he could not appreciate the finer things in life. Whilst many other angels - Duma and Michael, primarily - saw themselves as "better" than their base impulses, Lucifer saw no reason not to embrace those more material pleasures. Life was made to be enjoyed, after all, and what could be better than fine wine and even finer women? And even if he never got to experience the more carnal aspects of mortal delights with her, he would happily enjoy the odd tongue-wrestle with her to alleviate the boredom and provide a more pleasurable distraction. There was nothing wrong with living in the moment, and for all of his disagreements with his father, he had to hand it to the old bastard...he'd definitely been having a good day when he'd thought of sex. Yes yes, it was necessary for most living beings to propogate, but he hadn't needed to make it as <em>fun</em> as he did, now did he? And yet, he had, and Lucifer was not going to deny that even he enjoyed...what was it the humans said? "Getting Laid?" Such a crass term. Honestly, maybe that was why he liked it. A crass term for a crass, primal act. No prettying it up, not dressing it in gold and silks. It was what it was, and he appreciated that kind of honesty.<br><br>He simply watched her with open amusement as she leaned in closer to his lips, lifting his chin a little to look down over his nose at her. It wasn't a condescending look, or a scornful one; it was merely a curious look of bemusement, a small, playful smirk that told her that he knew what she was trying to do, and that for whatever else you could say about him, he wasn't about to fall to pieces at a pretty face. His lips traced against hers ever so lightly as he did so, but he did not close the distance or try to capture her in another kiss; he was not so weak as that, and it would be a good idea to show her that he was capable of rebuffing and resisting her if he so desired. Attractive women were usually used to men falling over themselves to please them, to the point that it usually got boring for them; it was why attractive women always ended up going for assholes at least once in their life. They wanted somebody to challenge them, to give them some difficulty, to give them some kind of change of pace from the men who always ended up giving them everything they wanted. It was a phase that most women grew out of, of course, but just a hint of that confidence - that self-assurance that told them that you were not a push over, and that they were not about to manipulate you or get a rise from you - was going to get them more interested than simply swooning over them like Styrofoam in the wind.<br><br>He simply smirked and let out another wry little chuckle. <strong>"I look forward to helping you study some more,"</strong> he mused airily, before allowing her to step backwards a fraction. His hands stayed on her waist - she was making no move to remove them, and he was not about to take them away before he had to; it seemed that their conversation was a flirtatious one, and if she enjoyed the touch of his fingers on her (rapidly heating up) skin, then who was he to disappoint her? He might have been immortal, but he was also the devil, and he liked to push his luck and see where it got him. On this occasion...well, it seemed that she was amenable to the contact, if the smile on her graceful, plush lips and the sparkling, dancing mirth in her gorgeous green eyes was anything to go by. Speaking of her eyes, of course, he had to admit that they were gorgeous; solid blocks of brilliant emerald green, far more interesting than the bland, tiny things the humans had, which seemed to be only one way in which this visitor from the stars was just objectively superior. She was going to be sorely disappointed when she learned that she was one of the most capable, interesting things on this backwater planet, he could say that right now. <br><br>Humans were just so...fragile and uninspired. They were weak, slow, primitive, tribalistic and aggressive to the extreme, especially towards things they didn't understand. They were content with ignorance and apathy, the vast majority of the population more concerned with their own pithy, banal existences than any of the wider questions of the universe. They had their interesting moments, but they were few and far between, and usually only occurred when somebody far more vibrant and <em>relevant</em> entered their lives. For example, for many humans, meeting somebody like this radiant sun-stroked beauty? That would be the highlight of their entire worthless lives. How pathetic was that? Apparently, this young womans species was born with the ability to learn new languages at a touch, had technology far more advanced than humans, had some degree of flight and were far, far more physically appealing than the pasty pink and charcoal black that humans came in. Honestly, most of the colours got boring after a while, though more interesting caramel and yellow-ish colours existed. He laughed perhaps a little scornfully, though the scorn was not directed at her; rather, at the human race as a whole.<br><br>He didn't get a chance to elaborate, however, as she soon pulled away - turning her body in such a way as to provoke his hands into wander, which they did with devilish glee; she turned and he allowed his hands to drag over her waist and even brush over the top of her thigh before falling down - and drifted back up to her ship, presumably to fetch something; he lifted his eyebrow, and took a glance around as she left. The crash was bound to have attracted attention, and whilst Lux's car park was surrounded by an extension of his power that kept unusual things from being detected from the outside, there had still been a minor tremor and he could almost guarantee that emergency services would be reaching the area soon. Frankly, it was a wonder they hadn't arrived already. He sighed, and extended his Will; after a moment of concentration, his eyes glowed red once more, a bright, dark crimson colour lighting his irises with a dull demonic energy as he extended his power to follow the touch of his Will. He grit his teeth a little - this was difficult for him, in his weakened state, as much as he hated to admit it - as Reality <em>resisted...</em>then snapped into place. <br><br>An image of a perfectly normal stretch of ground shimmered into existence from the outskirts of Lux's car park, complete with a closed gate that Emergency Services would have to drive around. If they attempted to enter, they would find the gate locked, and any kind of test would not pick up either him, the woman or the spaceship. He would have to deal with the ship soon, but that would buy them some time to explain to the young woman what they had to do in order to keep the military away from her arrival. What she did afterwards was up to her, but it was a better idea that the Earth governments not attempt to take her away to a secret lab. Humans were ignorant and violent on their best days, and seeing a woman as radiant as a supernova locked away in a hole in the ground rather than being allowed to fly free? That was a crime that he would be more than happy to prevent rather than punish. His eyes returned to normal just as she returned, floating down from her ship carrying...something...that was glowing. A plant, it looked like, though no plant that he'd ever seen. Though the plant was glowing, it was nowhere near as bright or vibrant as her hair as she flew through the air, the corntrails lighting up the sky as she passed. <br><br>But despite that...the plant was beautiful in its own way, and he reached out to take it from her slowly and carefully. A plant as beautiful as this - as luminescent and bright, sparkling with a glow that radiated from its crisscrossing veins - deserved to be looked after, after all, and better him than some ignorant human bumpkin who would try to sell it on Ebay. He inclined his head and bent just a little at the waist as he accepted the trade, lifting an eyebrow once more. <strong>"Earth has a worldwide information network known as 'The Internet,'"</strong> he replied, <strong>"Though it is likely exceptionally primitive by most galactic standards. You can access it via a number of devices, the most common being a phone or a computer."</strong> He shifted the plant into one hand, balancing it easily despite the weight as he reached into his pocket and slipped out his phone. He held it up for her to see. <strong>"I would be happy to show you how it works, though I believe that would work best in a more...private, <em>intimate</em> setting."</strong> He gave her another small smirk and a playful wink. <strong>"But I should warn you. As devilishly charming as <em>I</em> am, I'm afraid you might be disappointed to learn that I am exceptionally atypical of Earth."</strong> Again...that was a hell of an understatement. He liked to pride himself on being rather atypical of life <em>in general.</em><br><br>He continued. <strong>"Humans are painfully primitive in a great deal of ways. Whilst I was born with a <em>great</em> many things that I would be <em>more</em> than willing to demonstrate on-"</strong> A flicker of mischief entered his eye, then, with a teasing, almost taunting tilt of his eyebrow, <strong>"-that is, <em>for</em> you...alas, you will find that <em>humans</em> are far more dull in their natures."</strong> He slipped his phone back into his pocket. <strong>"I can provide you with a phone in exchange for this beautiful specimen, of course,"</strong> He gestured to the plant; deals were kind of his forte, but in exchange for a phone, he was not about to haggle; an alien plant that he'd never seen before? That was <em>extremely</em> interesting and amusing, and if there was one way to butter him up, it was to keep him amused. <strong>"But that will have to wait. Human authorities will be arriving to investigate your arrival soon, and governments have a tendency to take what is not theirs. We should send your ship into orbit before they find it."</strong> He took a step backwards, away from the crater in the ground. <strong>"Are you able extract it yourself, or do you require my assistance?"</strong> He gestured to the ship embedded into the cracked earth. <strong>"I can help rather extensively...for a modest, easily negotiable price, of course."</strong> He glanced at her with yet another smirk, indicating that he was not talking about credits. Much like her plant, he was talking about an <em>exchange.</em> And given everything...well. <em>Now</em> was the time to bargain. He never did anything for free, after all, and he had a feeling that this fascinating young woman was going to be an endless source of amusement in the near future...and if he could extract a promise or two from her, then he was going to take full advantage. He could think of a few things he wanted from her, so he would be a fool not to barter...<em>non?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>12-05-2019, 04:21:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Kori’s Spaceship (https://weburbanist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/ferrari-spaceship-2.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Koriand’r was actually very pleased that she could tease this Human without him trying to take advantage of the situation. After all, he <em>could</em> have tried to steal another kiss from her, but instead, he’d stood his ground and just accepted her playful little peck. Whilst she imagined that he was probably in as much awe as she was, given that he was her first <em>proper</em> Human encounter and she was presumably his first Tamaranean – or perhaps even his first ever alien encounter; she also appreciated the balance of open intrigue against slightly more reserved hesitation. She was as sensual as she was passionate, after all, and although she couldn’t be sure yet if his confident stillness was more a result of his awe rather than intentional self-assurance, she nonetheless enjoyed being able to tease him without the pressure or demands of instant gratification. Where was the fun in gratification if there was no chase building up to the thrill of it all?<br><br>It pleased her further that he seemed willing to help her ‘study’, though she supposed he also meant ‘research’, as there was <em>much</em> that she intended to learn about Humans and their home planet. Her satisfaction didn’t end there though. It kept coming in heaps and bounds, holding and fixating her interest on this first encounter, rather than exploring what else this planet had to offer; which she easily could have alternatively done in the blink of an eye, rather than remain at the crash site. But no, this Human was far too interesting to cast aside, especially when she returned from her ship to present him with ‘X’Hal’s Joy’. Koriand’r was yet to meet a single sentient being who did <em>not</em> approve of Tamaran’s most beautiful and iconic flower, so as the Human accepted it, a warm smile of approval spread across her purple tinted lips. The extension of his acceptance however, had her canting her head to the side slightly, as she watched how he inclined his head and bent forwards slightly at the waist. Was that a Human gesture of gratitude? Tentatively, she mirrored the physical expression, noting how similar it was to the Euphorian’s greetings; though their bows were respectfully reserved for people of high status only and had she been a Princess of Euphorix, Koriand’r certainly never would have been expected to incline her head in such a ‘vulgar’ manner. Fortunately, the Tamaraneans were generally very respectful towards other cultures, regardless of their status and breeding. The Okaraans too, were not adverse to bowing to one another, though that was usually conducted before and after sparring with each other.<br><br><em>The ‘in-ter-net’,</em> she mentally adjusted to the definition of this new word, and immediately compared it to the Citadelian’s <em>Complex-Complex</em> mainframe; minus the ‘ruthless subjugator of all worlds’ aspect, or so she hoped. It did strike her as quite odd though, to hear even the Human very humbly admit that his own planet’s information network was ‘exceptionally primitive’. Her pout gently parted to the sudden possibility that she perhaps wasn’t the first alien to visit this planet and make contact with all the Earthlings. Yet her attention was briskly distracted by the reveal of a rather small but thick device from his pocket, and she took a step closer to him again to peer at the very clunky object. Instantly, she lifted a hand to tap her index fingertip against the screen, and baulked slightly as it lit up to ask for a passcode verification. But why wasn’t the device talking to her? Why were the graphics and words and lights restricted to <em>behind</em> the screen? Had Humans not yet discovered how to create and project holograms yet? Did they not know how to utilise lightweight metals or even implement vast chunks of data into tiny chips that could fit in the palm of one’s hand? Her hand dropped to her side, and she pursed her lips with a furrowed brow. <em>Primitive indeed.</em> <br><br>He mentioned a more private, intimate setting, and the Tamaranean Princess took that to mean somewhere with four walls and a roof overhead, not unlike the building directly in front of her, and behind him. <strong>“In there?”</strong> She automatically interjected, taking his offer quite literally, as she tilted her head slightly so she could glance beyond him at the very <em>dull</em> architecture. Humans had <em>much</em> to learn about beauty, of that she was certain of already! Her distraction was brief though, because the continuation of his words compelled her to stare directly at him once more. For one, she didn’t quite understand what he meant be ‘devilishly charming’, and the trail of confusion continued as he called himself ‘exceptionally atypical of Earth’. What did <em>that</em> mean? Well, it suggested that he was special, perhaps even unique. Her brows immediately furrowed, clearly perplexed by this new and unexpected information. The way he went on to talk about Humans again being very ‘primitive’, almost sounded like he was exclusively dismissing himself from the same species. Unless…! Koriand’r gave a surprised little gasp, as her eyes widened under lifted brows. Was he not a Human!? Ah! Of course! That would explain how he seemed to know of how advanced other Galactic information infrastructures were – he too, must be an 'alien'! Her hands suddenly clasped together in front of her, as she processed this <em>very</em> unexpected revelation. No other planet in the Sol system had the capacity for sentient life, so was he a native perhaps from a nearby system? Had the Earth accommodated others like him? He certainly didn’t speak very highly of Humans, she further noted, as he labelled them ‘dull’. Well, she’d have to be the judge of that herself, although if General Hokum was any indication as the model for the rest of Humanity, she’d be hard-pressed to disagree with him on that note. <br><br>But wait – why was he pocketing his phone device? Was that not for her? <em>Ah!</em> He was going to provide her with her very own phone? Not that was exciting. In that case, he could keep the plant, and Koriand’r trusted him to uphold his part of the trade. She was about to tell him how to more specifically care for X’hal’s Joy, but the way that he abruptly changed the conversation topic alerted her to the embarrassingly haphazard parking of her ship. Her palms found the swell of her hips, as she turned to regard her ship with a slightly unimpressed expression. <em>Ah</em>, yes… she should probably do something about <em>that</em>. <br><br><strong>“They will try to <em>steal</em> my ship?”</strong> Frowning, she stared back at him, in part for clarification, and in part looking rather vexed at the idea of anyone trying to steal from her. <strong>“That would be very impolite,”</strong> her tone had a scolding, unimpressed edge. <strong>“And incredibly unwise,”</strong> she concluded with a subtle warning within her voice and narrowing eyes. Since she wished to avoid that particular complication though – because anyone who tried to steal from her would undoubtedly face the wrath of her starbolts; she was therefore prompted to step towards the very edge of the crater, and assess the best course of action. Raising her arm, she tapped at what looked like a plain, metal set of bracelets around her wrist and forearm, but when one of the bracelets illuminated with a purple glow, it was clear even to the most primitive mind that it was more than just a decorative accessory. The mostly solar-powered ship gradually responded, quietly humming with a sudden surge of power within the hidden engine, but to her loudly huffed irritation, it refused to budge from where it was lodged in the crater. Now, she <em>could</em>, in theory, very easily try to pry the ship free, but that would require some multi-tasking with the controls on her wrist, whereas she’d probably need <em>both</em> hands to lift the ship. Then of course, she couldn’t guarantee that physically forcing the ship wouldn’t cause unintentional damage to it. She might have explored the option, at least, had it not been for a more curious alternative which she was far more inclined to pursue. <br><br>Turning back to the supposed ‘Human’, a frowning and evidently frustrated Koriand’r folded her arms underneath her ample bosom. Whilst she was even more curious about his nature now, given how he'd confused her so thoroughly, she was also a little bit ‘put out’ by the fact that he was putting a price on his assistance. It was in <em>her</em> nature to provide assistance to people for free, after all, and whilst she understood the concept and necessary practice of trade, she was beginning to think that he did not share her more compassionate sentiments. <strong>“<em>How</em>?”</strong> She was suddenly quite short with him, suspicious even, as she stepped closer. <strong>“How will you help.”</strong> The question becoming almost rhetorical, but rather than pause in front of him, she slowly began to circle around him. Whilst she was mostly a peaceful soul, she was not entirely a push over. <strong>“You call Humans primitive. You speak of them like you are not one of them, but you <em>look</em> like an Earthling.”</strong> Indeed, the purpose of her circling was mostly to eye him up and down. Check that he wasn’t hiding a tail or any other protuberance. <strong>“What are you?”</strong> She asked very pointedly, and having circled completely around him, finally paused in front of him. <strong>“Which planet did you come from?"</strong> Her blazing, green eyes narrowed slightly, and she continued to school him on the finer intricacies of her own culture. <strong>"On <em>my</em> planet, we do not make demands in exchange for good deeds. So tell me: What is it that you <em>want</em> from me, in exchange for your aid?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>12-05-2019, 05:36:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- Lux Carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This Tuxedo</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>Her reaction to the phone in his hand was amusing, to say the least. At first, there was the obvious response; curiosity, naturally. An intrigue over seeing something new, some new piece of technology that she had likely not seen before. Even though communication devices existed within every advanced civilisation, it was sometimes fascinating to see how the designs varied from culture to culture. Even something as simple as a phone - which had its analogues in every sufficiently advanced species - could vary wildly from planet to planet. Kryptonians used crystal-based holograms, Martians had more psychic-powered internal devices and yet other species had bracelets and earrings and one species he'd visited had even had a tripod that they unfolded and stepped onto to project their image across vast distances. The point was, her curiosity was expected. What was amusing was the sudden look of contempt and dissatisfaction upon seeing the device itself. No holograms, no speech, just a simple keypad and screen-based numbers. Whilst he appreciated the simplicity of it, he could fully see why a more advanced alien species would be rather more scornful towards it. <br><br>Still, seeing her pretty little face scrunch up in distaste was really rather amusing. She had the most expressive features, and it was rather a delight to see them twisting in various unique ways. Especially when he mentioned an attempted theft of her ship; her eyes flashed, and he momentarily felt sympathy for whoever managed to arouse that anger within her. It was a brief moment, but it was enough to tell that her fury was like the heat of a thousand supernovas, and whoever decided to provoke it was best left well enough alone because anybody standing nearby would be vaporised alongside them. That could be fun to watch. <strong>"Governments have a habit of taking what does not belong to them. But to be completely fair to the humans, they have suffered roughly a dozen or so hostile alien incursions in the last decade, so perhaps they have a justification to be somewhat paranoid about alien visitors."</strong> He chuckled. What was it about Earth that attracted all of these alien attacks? He supposed it might be the concentration of exceptional individuals on the planet itself. Such strength was an invitation, after all, and if the heroes on the planet beat enough enemies, eventually they would come back looking for revenge. <br><br>It was an odd case study, Earth; there was nothing on it really worth conquering, but because of how many exceptional individuals happened to call it home, it didn't half attract a lot of unwarranted attention. It was why he'd retired here; it was quiet most of the time, but it went through periods of being excessively chaotic and interesting. But he could consider all of that and admire her facial features later (and he had no shame in admitting that that was exactly what he intended to do). Right at that moment, they had more pressing issues to concern themselves with, and it appeared that perhaps he had said a little bit too much. As loathe as he was to lump himself in with humans, he had perhaps separated himself a bit too strongly from them in the course of their conversation. Not that he much cared if she knew he wasn't a human; why should he care if she knew who he was or not? The chances that his bad public opinion had reached galactic space was slim, and even slimmer was the chance that she even had a concept of what Angels were. And even if she did decide to take umbrage, his powers were not so diminished yet that she could actually do him any degree of harm whatsoever. If she had the power necessary to harm him, she wouldn't need his assistance in extracting her ship from the ground. He watched her tapping away at her armlet - a communications device and personal computer, he had to imagine - with a lifted, amused eyebrow. <br><br>The question was a good one, of course, and one that he'd fully expected. His assistance was pretty simple, really, and nothing more than a few seconds of actual effort on his part, but then she didn't know that, did she? She had no idea who he was, what he could do or what he was like, so why should she believe that he could do anything that he claimed he could? He offered her a teasing smirk. <strong>"I have my ways, My Dear, rest assured,"</strong> he said cryptically with a teasing, almost smug smile. He'd given her enough freebies, after all. She'd just have to wait and see what he could do. She seemed to be much like him in a way, perpetually curious and constantly seeking new experiences and new information, so if he gave her everything up front, well...what more would be keeping her around him? He had to intrigue her, reel her in slowly, snare her in his trap before he gave her too much information. That sounded nefarious, of course, especially coming from <em>The Devil</em> of all people, but it really wasn't. She was simply the most interesting thing that had happened to him in years that didn't also simultaneously annoy him, and he was not willing to let her slip through his fingers before he'd managed to extract yet more distraction from her presence. <br><br>He inclined his head again as he stepped up beside her. How to explain where he came from? He wasn't going to tell her, of course, but how would you even begin to explain that you were a being older than Creation itself, and that you didn't come from a planet because planets weren't a <em>thing</em> when you were born? How could you even <em>start</em> to make a mortal brain understand the concept of immortality and infinity. Their minds were temporal by necessity or they would go mad from the raw amount of universal data flowing through them, so how could you force them to imagine something beyond time? How could you even explain a concept like "Before the dawn of time?" How could you make that make sense to a mind as logical and temporal as a mortals? You couldn't. And after a while, numbers lost all meaning, didn't they? You got to be high enough and the mortal mind simply couldn't comprehend a number that vast, that expansive. The Multiverse was over 15,000,000,000 years old and he was older still, but how did you make that many zeros make any degree of sense to somebody whose entire life would be over in the blink of a universal eye?<br><br>You couldn't. They would never properly comprehend how ancient he was, to the point where words like "ancient" and "primordial" didn't properly capture the concept. So why bother trying? He simply shook his head with a mysterious smile. What planet did he come from? Please. <strong>"I didn't,"</strong> he answered simply, <strong>"But what I am would make no sense to you, and frankly we don't have the time for me to explain. Suffice to say that I'm...<em>complicated.</em>"</strong> He gave her a sly wink, followed by a rueful shake of his head as he moved closer to the ship, surveying it casually with his arms clasped behind his back in an almost detached, vaguely disinterested manner. It really was wedged into the ground something fierce; she'd really done her best to get it stuck, hadn't she? The ship itself was gorgeous, a wonder of technology and aesthetic design, smooth and sleek and obviously lovingly crafted. It was a shame that it was currently wing-deep in his parking lot, or he would have had a lot more fun inspecting it. As it was...he was just thinking about the effort he'd have to go to to repair the lot. It wouldn't be hard or long, it would just be tedious. <br><br>Had she had issues on landing? Such an advanced ship was going to have an exceptional VI to assist in landing procedures, and the ship didn't seem to be externally damaged past the crash. So what had happened? She could have swerved to avoid a satellite or a plane, perhaps, or simply the Earths magnetic field had created an error or malfunction in the computers? Or perhaps she was just a really bad pilot. Either way, it made no difference to what he needed to do. He straightened up once more. <strong>"Oh, my dear, every planet makes exchanges and trades. Everybody wants <em>something</em> in exchange for their services. A young man stopping to help a pretty young female who has broken down by the side of the road secretly hopes that he'll get her number in exchange, or at least a smile and a thank you so he can feel good about himself and have a story to tell others to indicate his virtue. If that young woman were to drive off without another word, he would have a story to tell to feel superior. Everybody wants <em>something.</em> I'm just more honest about it than most."</strong> He lifted an eyebrow and gave her a wide, teasing, almost <em>knowing</em> grin. <br><br><strong>"Besides. Making deals is...."</strong> he paused for half a moment with a shrug. <strong>"...really my whole schtick."</strong> He allowed himself a small chuckle. <strong>"Either way, I'm feeling generous right now."</strong> That, and he really wanted the ship out of his parking lot as quickly as possible, before the police and the military arrived. He could deal with them rather easily - with barely a thought, really - but he'd rather not waste the time and effort it would take to do so. <strong>"All I ask in return is information on your home planet. I've met many different species in my time, but never one quite like yourself. I find myself intrigued. Your history, your culture, your wildlife and beliefs...colour me intrigued. I'll assist you, but only if you can alleviate my boredom with stories and lessons on your homeworld."</strong> He regarded her for a moment longer, awaiting her response. He couldn't imagine the price was objectionable to her, but...well, you never knew, did you?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>12-05-2019, 19:45:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Kori’s Spaceship (https://weburbanist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/ferrari-spaceship-2.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>The Human was talking, explaining <em>why</em> her ship might be in danger if she did not move it, but at first, Koriand’r was only half listening. Since she didn’t technically <em>need</em> her ship, she was instead taking stock of the contents she would need to salvage if she could not safely get her ship into orbit. However, that trail of thought was paused before it could properly begin, because her interest was piqued by the mention of ‘hostile alien incursions’. He was justifying Human paranoia, and whilst that didn’t excuse them from taking what wasn’t theirs to begin with, she easily empathised with the unexpected revelation that the Earth had been invaded many times before. Her agitated frown therefore softened as her mind was flooded with memories not just of her own subjugation under the Citadel Empire, but the entire Vega System; no thanks to the so-called ‘Guardians of the Universe’. Had the intergalactic peacekeeping corps turned their backs on the interior Sol System too? <em>Curious</em>, but she was happy to swallow back her questioning in regards to the Green Lanterns, for now, rather than let the bitter taste linger in her mouth longer than necessary. Whilst a dozen or so years was <em>nothing</em> compared to what had been <em>centuries</em> of being ruthlessly hounded and ultimately, aggressively conquered under the Citadel Empire’s Dominion; she accepted the justification for Human paranoia, at least.<br><br><strong>“But I have no desire to harm anyone,”</strong> she calmly yet very matter-of-factly countered his explanation. Empathy aside, she felt the need to defend herself and make clear her motives. <strong>“I understand the feeling of paranoia, truly I do, but fear does not justify ignorance. If you do not peacefully seek to learn of other galactic cultures, then how do you expect to prosper and evolve? I fear you will always be a primitive and vulnerable target for the many hostile forces in the universe.”</strong><br><br>Of course, she meant ‘you’ as in the whole collective of Humans, given that he hadn’t yet specified what he was, exactly, other than being ‘exceptionally atypical’. Yet in spite of her very youthful appearance, there was a wise and very regal air to her overall countenance and tone. Even in terms of the Tamaranean lifespan, Koriand’r was still comparatively very young, but her experiences far outweighed her current life stage. Besides, she hailed from the royal ‘first house’ of Tamaran, which meant that her schooling in galactic diplomacy was not to be underrated. Whilst she was perfectly willing to trust this supposed ‘Human’, she still needed a reason to have faith in his ability to guide her on the correct path, and be true to his word. Considering the mystery surrounding who he was exactly, along with his additional request to enter into a trade agreement, suffice to say her ‘faith’ had been shaken somewhat. He was being <em>very</em> cryptic, not giving her a straight answer, which bordered on the fine line between intrigue and agitation for the no-nonsense Tamaranean. His smirk suggested a swelling ego, which made her eyes narrow slightly. For now, he was holding her piqued interest, and she more or less gave him the benefit of the doubt in return. If she agreed to his terms, then he’d eventually have to <em>show</em> her what he was capable of, and that unspoken promise was more than enough to sate the simmering impatience of her unsatisfied intrigue. <br><br>Now for the crux of her intrigue. As he stepped closer, she expected a long-winded explanation which started with the name of his home planet and species, and ended with how he came to resist on Planet Earth. However, what she got, was quite the opposite compared to what she <em>wanted</em>. The curt and seemingly very dismissive answers he provided, immediately provoked a very confused knotting of Koriand’r’s brow. He didn’t come from a Planet? <em>How?</em> How was that even possible? Every sentient being was born on a planet – unless! <em>Unless</em>, he was smartly trying to be very tart with her. Had he been born in the depths of space, upon an alien ship, perhaps? Yes, that seemed like a possibility. Her frown didn’t ease though. He was sounding rather arrogant, after all. Why <em>wouldn’t</em> his origins make sense to her? He hadn’t even <em>tried</em> to explain, which made her want to stand her ground and pry further. <em>Complicated</em>? How was he complicated? <em>Why?</em> <br><br>Her frowning gaze followed him, as he dismissively stepped towards the ship, whilst she silently stewed over his rather frustrating answers. She did not expect the first Human – <em>or whatever he was</em> – she encountered to be so… <em>puzzling</em>. The irked Princess found herself practically glaring a hole through the back of this… <em>anomaly</em>. Yes, that’s what he was. A curious anomaly which she would have to unpick piece by piece, just like the rest of this planet and its’ intriguing inhabitants. Would there be other anomalies? Her eyes lit up at the prospect, and her frown at last slowly began to ease into a more stimulated smile. It was helped of course, by the lengthier answer he provided her with this time. The way that he spoke, made it sound as though he too, had visited other planets. Further evidence that he was indeed, not at all Human, or if he was, then he was somehow very different to all the other Earthlings. There was knowledge and hints of experience trapped within his tone, and her eyes danced across his face as she took her time to fully understand his example explanation and justification for making continuous trade. At last, her more playful smile began to warm her expression. So did this mean that she <em>could</em> have simply offered him a smile and a verbal ‘thank you’ in exchange for his assistance? Was it really as simple and easy as that? In that case then, she felt that she would easily be able to make many trades with him. His wide, teasing grin, was therefore mirrored by her own.<br><br><strong>“Your <em>'schtick'</em>?”</strong> She echoed the word, getting used to the very alien sound of it on her own tongue, whilst she canted her head to the side slightly. For a moment, she was confused by the other very similar word: <em>Stick</em>. But this one was different, and it took her a moment of seemingly blank staring to pull apart the definition from the thousands of other words she’d assimilated within the space of seconds. So then, did he mean that making trades was his special… <em>talent</em>? His area of expertise? Something he would be doing quite often? In that case, she would have to make it her ‘schtick’ also, if she was to ensure that the deals were <em>fair</em>.<br><br><em>Ah!</em> He was feeling generous. For a second, Koriand’r determined that he was going to give her this assistance for free, but alas, that was not the case. What he <em>did</em> ask for in return though, struck her as not a very equal exchange. Knowledge of her home and her people was deep and vast, whereas helping to move her ship was a one-off gesture. Whilst she appreciated his zest for learning and knowledge, the same could not be said for the rather unbalanced trade scales.<br><br><strong>“Ah! Then we share at least <em>one</em> desire in common. This is wonderful news! If we are <em>both</em> to be seekers of knowledge, then let us be guides to one another.”</strong> She offered, standing firm but also very positive in her negotiations. <strong>“I will agree to trade you stories for stories, but if I am to alleviate <em>your</em> boredom, then you are to alleviate mine in return. I believe this is what you call 'fair-trade', yes?”</strong> Well, it was <em>her</em> understanding of fair trade, at least. <br><br><strong>“And as for my ship... If you assist me, then I will promise to assist <em>you</em> when you are next in need of aid.”</strong> Again, that sounded very fair to her, and more or less epitomised the very giving ways of her own people, in exchange for the unspoken promise to one day give back what you were given. Pass the generosity along, as it were, rather than selfishly hoard it all for yourself. She just wasn't used to vocalising what she would have done anyway without being asked, but if he needed to hear that reassurance for peace of mind, then she was happy to admit her intentions to him. As for her conclusion, she offered a more playfully tart smirk. <strong>“I too, am feeling generous right now. The smile, you may have for free."</strong> <br><br>Still grinning, Koriand'r breached the anomaly's personal space with a single step closer, but not to physically touch him. There was a conscious effort to appear innocent as she clasped her hands behind her back, effectively pushing her chest forwards, whilst she regarded him eye to eye. Her voice however, adopted a very soft and enquiring tone. <strong>"Does that make you feel good about yourself? Or are you too 'complicated'?”</strong> <br><br>Oh! This was fun! Enough to ease a lightly amused breath from her widening grin. <strong>“You see, compassion and generosity are really <em>my</em> ‘schticks’.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>13-05-2019, 03:17:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- Lux Carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This Tuxedo</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>She was becoming vexed with him, this much was obvious; she wanted answers to her obviously burning curiosity regarding his nature and his species, but he had been telling the truth; to explain what he was to an alien species without any idea of what concepts they were familiar with and what their respective cosmology and theology was would be an arduous task that would take much too long to complete for him to be able to consider it anything but tedious. Perhaps he would inform her one day, after she'd gotten to be more familiar with Earth culture and history and when she had something worth trading for that juicy piece of information, but for the time being, he was well within his rights to refuse to answer based on any number of justifications. He was under no obligation to answer to any authority, really, and anything he did volunteer was purely from the goodness of his heart...and funnily enough, he didn't really have that many altruistic impulses nowadays. A side effect of being so absurdly old, he supposed; it was hard to care about doing good deeds and being generous when the people you were being pleasant to would die in the blink of an eye, forgotten to the sands of time. Had he been this cynical when he was first born? It was so long ago, he couldn't really remember even if he wanted to.<br><br>As for her negotiating skills, well, he had hoped that he would not have to barter overly much, but he supposed in retrospect he could understand why such a trade would be unfavourable to her. She was a curious creature, and she now expected him to exert a price for his stories and information, and giving away hers so freely in exchange for a single moment of assistance would look imbalanced to her. He did not view it that way, but he could not force people to make a deal against their will. Well...he could, but he didn't want to. If you could just force and bully their compliance, well, you weren't very clever, now were you? If you had to resort to threats, then perhaps dealmaking and bartering were not the places you should be wasting your effort. Besides, whilst he enjoyed trades that were favourable to him, he ever actively tried to screw people over; it was so much more interesting to give them what they wanted and watch how they destroyed themselves with it. As for her, well, she was intriguing enough that he was willing to reconsider the deal on the table, and though he wasn't sure she realised it...she'd just given him a blank cheque. She obviously was gifted with extra-human abilities, and having a powerful alien owing him an undefined favour? That was a valuable chit to have in his piggy bank for a rainy day.<br><br>And if she decided to renege on her end of the deal, well...no amount of intriguing nature would stop him from collecting. He was not a malicious man, but he took his deals seriously, and you would do well not to cross him or his arrangements. He allowed himself a chuckle at her beaming smile and statement that he could have that for free, and gave her a sly wink. <strong>"I appreciate that, my dear. It <em>is</em> a truly radiant smile."</strong> He smiled in amusement, his eyes dancing with mischief and playfulness. Whilst he could see from the corner of his eye people beginning to cluster around the parking lot, unable to see the spaceship but having seen something fall from the sky only a handful of minutes before, he paid them no heed. Sheep, all of them, and his illusions would be powerful to keep them at bay for long enough, at least until the police arrived. That shouldn't be long, but given the time of day and the state of the roads recently, they still had a few minutes. His eyes flickered back to her, one eyebrow lifting. <strong>"Every hot blooded man enjoys seeing a beautiful woman smile,"</strong> he said airily, <strong>"I said that I was complicated, not <em>dead.</em>"</strong> <br><br>He chuckled a little more, especially as she pressed her chest forwards. Whilst his eyes did wander along her body for a moment - if she was going to present her assets so shamelessly, then he wasn't going to apologise for admiring the view! - they did not linger, and they did not leer. It was more of an appraising, appreciative glance up and down before returning his eyes to her face. Such a faux-innocent flirtation might have others stuttering in sudden uncertainty, but not him. She had just learned the language, but her eyes shone with a deeper understanding of just what she was doing. It was amusing. <strong>"Well, I would certainly not wish to impose, but I look forward to seeing how far your generosity can extend."</strong> he said with a light smirk, <strong>"And I certainly look forward to more...cultural exchanges. You'll find I'm a <em>dedicated</em> and patient <em>language tutor,</em> for one."</strong> He laughed again, then turned back to the spaceship, regarding it with a critical eye. <strong>"But for now, your terms are acceptable. We are agreed."</strong> He paused, then held out his hand towards her to shake. He indicated her hand. <strong>"On Earth, agreements are sealed by clasping hands, indicating a binding agreement."</strong> He waited for her hand, then - whether she gave it or not - he got to work.<br><br>He stepped backwards out of the crater with a languid, graceful ease, before extending his hand towards the ship. <strong>"Once it is free, be a dear and help me set it down delicately."</strong> Neither the gesture or the assistance was really necessary, but it did make things easier to have an anchor and a guiding force when trying to multitask. He opened his eyes, and once more they were no longer blue; they were a blazing, glowing deep blood-red, shimmering and flickering like tongues of flame burning in his eyes. (https://thewinchesterfamilybusiness.com/images/Wednesday/1109OBrother/D7lucifereyesgif.gif) A dull sound surrounded the air around him, a low humming that rattled at the edge of hearing, a low white-noise, almost, that tickled at the senses in that annoying way that only high pitched, constant sounds can. He extended his power out through his hand, connecting with the ship and holding it in place telekinetically. After making sure he had a strong enough grip on it, he extended another tendril of his power towards the ground beneath and around the ship and where it was embedded within the ground. Lifting his right hand up, he paused...then snapped his fingers sharply, a loud - louder than seemingly possible - snap echoing across the parking lot as a result. It wasn't strictly necessary - he could have just done it without movig at all - but he liked the snap. It gave him a visual cue to threaten people with, and it added a certain dramatic flair to his actions. And if you knew who he was, well...he did so love a good bit of drama. <br><br>There was a moment of silence...and then a rumbling, grinding sound as the earth beneath them began to shift and shake, the cracks widening as the earth pushed itself back. The crevice that the ship had dug for itself widened slowly, opening up into a vast pit that delved deep underground. He kept his grip on the ship steady and began to lift it out slowly. With his visitors help - who presumably assisted in righting the ship properly - he kept it steady and level, before snapping his fingers again (once more with the eerily loud snap echoing across the space), prompting the earth beneath the ship to knit back together. The cracks caused by both his own powers and the ships landing knitted shut, and the various bits of rubble and debris slowly drifted back into place, sealing the gaping wound shut and repairing the ground as if nothing had ever happened. He lowered his hand to his side, the ship settling back down on the ground with nary a bump or scratch, and he finally relinquished his grip on the vessel. He blinked slowly, and as his eyes opened, they were back to their "normal" blue, no hint of glowing red visible in any of the corners of his irises. He looked at her and inclined his head. <strong>"I do so hope that that was worth the price,"</strong> he said with a wry smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>14-05-2019, 01:37:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Kori’s Spaceship (https://weburbanist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/ferrari-spaceship-2.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Honestly, Koriand’r wasn’t in the habit of charging for smiles, or anything, for that matter. She was as free as the wild, untamed jungle of her home planet, and she burned with the endless heat of the stars from which she was given cosmic sustenance and an insatiable zest for life. A price could not be placed on her expressive nature, or the raw emotions that governed her very being. She would not be told when to laugh or smile, nor when to swallow her anger or fear. She would, however, gladly accept shameless appreciation from others, and that included varying different forms of honest flattery. The Human anomaly chose to gift her with verbal flattery, which she graciously took with an extended smile. She liked when people freely spoke their minds, regardless of whether she was the target of their words, although she certainly had no qualms with being showered by praise. Not all sentient beings of the galaxy were as open about their feelings as the Tamaraneans, and whilst it was fun to occasionally be presented by a challenge, Koriand’r was still very much a woman who required reassurances. After all, she wasn’t proud or egotistical enough to believe that <em>every</em> being in the universe would automatically find her attractive. The humanoid male natives of Culacao, for instance, had found her and every other Tamaranean female repulsive. Some might think it bizarre that they preferred the large, snail-like appearance of the Culacaoan females, whereas Koriand’r had simply perceived them to be very intriguing and nonetheless, beautiful; even though even she had to admit that their mating rituals were very… ‘different’.<br><br>To be called ‘radiant’ though, suggested that her smile was attractive to Humans, yes? Or, to this anomaly, at least, which was equally a very positive revelation. Whilst she was not shallow enough to rely upon physical appearance alone, she <em>was</em> shallow enough to admit that this particular anomaly was aesthetically very pleasing to the eye. Ah! Human blood was hot? Or, was that just the males? That would explain why this one was warm to touch. <em>Good</em>, because she did not like the Branx, or the Psions, or the Citadelians, who all had one thing in common; very cold, blue blood.<br><br><strong>“I am glad,”</strong> she admitted without delay. <strong>“Death would be a tragic waste. I <em>think</em> I will prefer complicated.”</strong> <br><br>It did not escape her notice that his gaze too, seemed content to wander across her curves, adding clarity to his appraisal. It begged to question: How did Humans flirt? What were their mating rituals? Did they share the same anatomical parts as Tamaraneans? Considering how overly clothed the anomaly was, she might have thought him a-sexual, had it not been for the tell-tale glint in his eye as he looked her up and down, together with the way that he’d kissed her back during the language assimilation. He seemed to like playing with words, that much she could already tell. Words which made him smirk with a hidden meaning behind them, and were emphasised for intent. <br><br><strong>“You do not impose,”</strong> she replied quite simply in a very matter-of-fact way. Perhaps she would have to seek out ways to test the validity of his declarations, but for now, her gaze descended to his outstretched arm between them. Ah! Her first Earth-binding agreement! After only a mere flicker of hesitation, Koriand’r lifted her opposite arm, and aligned her palm against his. After mimicking the way that his fingers closed around her hand, she didn’t stop there, however.<br><br><strong>“On Tamaran, we do this.”</strong> She declared, before pressing the first and second fingertips of her other hand, first to her lips, then to her heart, and finally, across to the anomaly’s chest. It was a gesture of sincerity, which was deemed a crime if ever broken. Sadly, there was one Tamaranean Princess who did not value the seriousness of the binding agreement, but Koriand’r at least, took it very much to heart.<br><br>Eventually, she eagerly looked from the Earthling anomaly, to the crater, and back to him; awaiting whatever miracle he was hiding up his sleeve. Of course, she hadn’t the faintest idea <em>what</em> he was going to do exactly, but given how secretive and mysterious he’d been, she hoped he was about to blow her mind with something extraordinary. As it turned out, today was a <em>very</em> good day. To begin with, his eyes were suddenly even more beautiful. The extraordinary flames that engulfed his blue hues, were like an exploding star in the centre of a solar system within the endless expanse of galactic midnight. Never before had she seen such remarkable eyes, and not even the low hum threatening to pop her eardrums any moment now, could pull her attention away. In fact, the sound was almost hypnotic, and like a hypnotist, only the loud and sharp click of his finger and thumb succeeded in snapping her attention back to the ship.<br><br>In that tense moment of silence, Koriand’r came very close to tipping over the edge of disappointment, because aside from the changed colour of the anomaly’s eyes, nothing else seemed to be happening. But just as she parted her lips and inhaled a breath to speak, the very earth beneath her began to vibrate and rumble and, by some miracle indeed, it was as though the planet rejected her ship. Amazed by such an impossible feat, she stepped to the very edge of the crater, to witness with wide eyes how the cracks in the ground widened, and an invisible force seemed to pluck her ship free. Awe-stricken, she glanced over her shoulder to the anomaly – an anomaly indeed! Aside from his hand extended towards her ship, there was no other sign of him being responsible for this miracle, but just to be sure, she waved her hand in the space between his palm and her rising ship. <em>Nothing</em>. No invisible strand of energy or tangible, magnetic force. Just air. How was he doing it then? Baffled beyond the constraints of her galactic knowledge, Koriand’r lifted her arm to check the controls on her wrist device, and suddenly remembered all at once that he’d asked her to assist him. The ship’s VI was awaiting her command still, but she decided instead to fly towards her ship, so that her fingertips could lightly touch against the warm metal, and manually steady the ship’s balance. Even still, the only force she could feel, was the ship seemingly moving of its’ own free will, as if cosmic life had been breathed into the very heart of the metal infrastructure and yet, she couldn’t hear or feel anything pulsating from within the solid shell. <br><br>Another <em>snap</em> drew her attention back to the earth beneath her, wondrously repairing itself, as though the very fabric of time itself was being rewound and yet, only that small fragment of the planet was being affected. Unable to resist her prickling curiosity, she tentatively landed with both feet on the ground, where the crater was now just a flat stretch of concrete. Toes first, testing the solidity of the surface, and then flat heels, until her weight was last of all redistributed. The unscarred earth didn’t give an inch, supporting her as though there hadn’t just been a gaping chasm in its’ grey and brown flesh. Above her, the shadow cast by her hovering ship enlarged as it began to descend. Stepping aside, she lifted her arms out as though to catch it, and once again help to keep it steady as it landed; even though her assistance didn’t really feel necessary. <em>Incredible</em>, but she was otherwise lost for words, as she stepped against her ship and laid the side of her head against the still warm metal. No heartbeat. No strum of life. <em>Silence</em>. Another glance at her wrist as she straightened, confirmed that the ship was still awaiting her command. <em>How was this possible?</em> The logic went beyond science and the advancement of technology. No, there was no use trying to figure it out herself. The answers lay with the <em>source</em>, who regained her undivided attention as soon as his voice cut through the bewildered silence.<br><br>Stepping away from her ship, Koriand’r took a moment to recollect herself, before at last transferring her confused gaze from the vehicle, to the being who’d just controlled it somehow. Her hand lifted to rest above her breast, striking an altogether very genuinely perplexed pose to match her lightly gaping expression. As far as she knew, General Hokum was not capable of performing such unthinkable feats. He was a man who cleverly evaded her and her allies, yes, but he could not perform miracles like this. She presumed that Humans too, were incapable of such things, else they would not be the primitive race that they were; which truly did make this particular Earthling an anomaly. Who was he!? Where had he come from? She had to know!<br><br><strong>“How did you do that?”</strong> Her gentler voice pleaded rather than demanded, and she took one step closer. Should she be fearful of him? Perhaps, though he’d done nothing to harm her. In fact, so far, he’d done nothing but <em>help</em> her, albeit for a price. <strong>“You clicked your fingers and commanded the very Earth to your will,”</strong> she said, as if explaining what he’d done might make it easier to comprehend. It didn’t. If anything, it only confused her even more, and that confusion prompted her closer still, until she was less that an arm’s length away from him. <strong>“I came here to learn of Humans, but <em>you</em> are <em>not</em> Human. Are you even Earthling? Mm… You are not like any other being I have ever encountered before!”</strong> Pausing to frown a notch lower, she canted her head slightly as her gaze examined him like a brand new specimen. <strong>"Your eyes... they are changed again!"</strong> She excitedly remarked, lifting a hand to rest her palm along the side of his face. His eyes were back to being blue, which surely had to be a sign of when he wasn’t using his powers? Stepping in closer still, her other hand lifted, trapping the other side of his face. Unfortunately, she couldn't assimilate answers from him, but she was nonetheless determined, more than before, to acquire answers to her burning questions. <strong>“What <em>are</em> you?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>14-05-2019, 05:18:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- Lux Carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This Tuxedo</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>After committing the Tamaranean gesture to memory - so that was where she was from; Tamaran. He would have to do his own investigations into that name in his own time - for future use, he turned his attention to the matter at hand. Whilst interesting - and whilst obviously meaning a great deal to her, if the serious expression on her face was anything to go by - it was not what was pressing right at that moment and he had to make certain that when the authorities inevitably broke his barrier and trespassed on his property, they found nothing of interest and promptly moved on and left him alone. That was the thing about the Earthling authorities; they always wanted to get involved in everybodies business, and sometimes you had to somehow prove that you were, in fact, not doing a single interesting thing whatsoever to get them to leave you to your own business to the point where sometimes you had to have a signed document stating that you were <em>allowed</em> to be standing there doing nothing. That was perhaps a little hyperbolic, true, but the point itself was salient; humans were too damn nosy for their own good sometimes. So was Lucifer, to be completely fair, but most humans didn't have abilities that even came close to being on <em>Lucifers</em> level, now did they?<br><br>It seemed that neither did Tamaraneans, either, judging by the visitors reaction; The young lady initially seemed almost disappointed at the lack of movement from the ship - <em>How impatient,</em> he thought with a chuckle. Did she think willing reality to rewrite itself was something that happened immediately? You had to wait for the fabric of the universe to catch up with what you were writing ahead of it on the page - and almost seemed about to say something, but she was soon cut short by the effects of his powers imposing themselves on the world around him. As he felt the world flex and and bend to his whims, as he felt the telltale sensation of the very fabric of reality warping to his desires, he could also see the wonder in her eyes. The wonder as she turned to look at him, gawking like a child seeing snow for the very first time, but there was something...else there. On the very edge of her vision, flickering at the very corners of her gaze, there was...fear. It was a small thing, quiet and understated, but as she realised just how much power he held, she of course began to feel somewhat cautious of him. No...no, fear was the wrong word. It wasn't fear, it was...hesitation, as if trying to work out if she <em>should</em> be scared or not. He very nearly sighed in disappointment; it was an obvious reaction to have, but it was a vexing one. Simply <em>having</em> this power was not a cause for concern, and yet, every time somebody figured out what he could do - even without knowing who he was - it was the same old song and dance.<br><br>People liked to believe that they were the centre of the universe, that they were skilled and powerful and had agency and control over their own lives. They didn't like knowing how powerless and insignificant they really were, so when somebody like him - somebody who could actually manipulate the building blocks of the universe with relative impunity - came along, they didn't like it. They didn't like the stark reminder of how preciously short their time in this Universe was, and they didn't like their face being rubbed in the fact that there existed people far more powerful than them, who could presumably exert much more influence over somebodies life than that person themselves. Whilst it wasn't terror or fear or revulsion that he saw in her face, there was a moment of uncertainty, of hesitation as she obviously attempted to work out how she should feel. He lifted an eyebrow as he completed his work, setting the ship down gently on the concrete of the parking lot, simply watching her as his sly comment faded into silence, one eyebrow raised at which way she would opt to go. He was honestly hoping that she would not decide to stick around and swallow her hesitation; she was the most interesting thing that had happened in Perth for several years, at least, and he was not quite ready to let this distraction slip through his fingers. <br><br>Of course, the other option was that she dropped to her knees and worshipped him. And no, before you say anything, that is <em>not</em> what he meant. He didn't mean the kinky fun kind, where it was all a game and you had the sexual rush of having somebody act subservient to you in a controlled environment. He meant the annoying kind. The praying and bowing and scraping and prostrating sorta thing that Mortals across the universe did towards Higher Powers; the kind of thing that he'd gotten fed up of being required to do towards his Father. It was so...degrading. Mortals might well be beneath him in terms of power and scope, but that didn't mean that they should be required to bend the knee to him just because he was <em>powerful.</em> That was disgusting. If you had Free Will, then you should be free to <em>exercise</em> that Free Will, without people messing around with your head and telling you what to do and how to do it. Freedom was possibly the one principle he actually held fast to; he'd had to basically enslave Demonkind to keep them in line, yes, but why do you think he retired? Because he didn't <em>want</em> to be worshipped and served anymore, because that made him a hypocrite...and hypocrisy was just another type of dishonesty.<br><br>Honestly, he'd considered several times just <em>leaving.</em> At full power, he wasn't even really a corporeal creature. As an Angel, he had a corporeal form that he could take, but he was much more than that. He was an <em>abstract</em> entity that existed outside of time and space. In his full glory, he could - if he so desired - create his <em>own</em> universe. He wouldn't be able to do it as quickly or efficiently as his father, of course - having been created by The Presence, he was inherently inferior in strength to said being - but he <em>could</em> do it. Several times over the course of his fifteen billion years of life he'd take holidays outside of this entire <em>Multiverse</em> just for a change of pace (and let him just say, there were some weird ones out there; one with a God shattered into sixteen pieces, one where magic required sticks and silly words, one where one of the most powerful being in existence was a man on a giant chair flying through space), so he could do it if he wanted to. And honestly, the temptation to leave this entire Multiverse to its own devices, allow his Father to play his own little game of "Make the Mortals Suck Up To Me" and make his own Creation, where people weren't required to do any of that <em>bullshit</em> was strong. <br><br>He couldn't do it <em>now</em> - he'd lost far too much of his power for that - but when he'd returned to his full Archangel glory...perhaps then. Even his life could come to an end, it seemed, and that...maybe that would be an interesting thing to leave behind, if that day did indeed come. He'd never created his own universe before, and he'd never taken the role of God before, and he'd never given Commandments. He could imagine it now... "The One Commandment: Thou Shalt Have No Gods." Maybe that would alleviate his boredom for a few billion years. Of course, it would take a great deal of planning to accomplish; for one, in order to create the Multiversal space necessary to begin creating individual Universes, he would have to kill Michael to release the power necessary, and he doubted that his brother would be amenable to that. Though the death would not be permanent...it also wasn't <em>pleasant,</em> so he'd have to consider how best to accomplish that feat. And then, of course, he'd have to find some kind of energy source capable of amplifying his latent abilities past their normal limits into Omnipotence, and that...that was a tall order. But hypothetically speaking, if he could align the right pieces, he <em>could</em> do it. Either way...the point was that worship annoyed him. Adulation angered him. Sycophantic brown-nosing enraged him. Anybody who demanded those things - that people prostrate themselves, dedicate themselves and debase themselves - just to make them feel good about themselves? They were not people who should be <em>respected,</em> let alone <em>worshipped,</em> and it was that damn simple. <br><br>Thankfully, he was not about to be disappointed - or enraged - just yet. After a moment of hesitation and consideration, she seemed to reach some form of decision, and the fear disappeared from her eyes. There was still a slight amount of hesitation, but given the level of power he'd just casually demonstrated, he couldn't blame her for being just a touch more reticent than before, especially given how they'd only just met. She had no reason to trust him not to turn on her, after all, given that they'd known each other all of ten minutes, and she had no idea what kind of planet Earth was in the first place. Of course, he had no intention of harming her - why would he? He had no reason to do so, and despite what certain PR Departments might tell you, The Devil wasn't maliciously evil unless provoked into it - but she didn't know that. He simply canted his head to one side, a small smirk playing across his features. He supposed that he could give her a few cryptic answers to puzzle over. If she got all of the answers at once, well, where would the fun be in that? Let him see her puzzle over it a little before he put her out of her misery. She seemed the curious type, and he imagined that a good mystery would keep her intrigued in him for a little longer than perhaps giving her the answers would.<br><br>He allowed himself a small chuckle as she cupped his face, his eyes sparkling with mirth. He could remove her grip if he so desired, but why would he? Her hands were gloriously warm to the touch, radiating with a low-key, subtle heat that warmed his face in the most wonderfully comfortable way possible, and given her inability to hurt him - he had been drained of a vast quantity of his power (which, again, was infuriating and the reason he was there in the first place), but she was still nowhere strong enough to injure him in any serious capacity, that much he could guarantee - he did not see any reason to pull away or force her to release him. He smiled playfully, one eyebrow lifting. <strong>"I'm one of a kind,"</strong> he said simply. And...well, that was true, on multiple levels. In this particular universe, he was the only Archangel. In his own universe, he was the only Archangel to rebel against Father, and the only angel who rebelled to keep their Divine powers. He wasn't the only angel, he wasn't the only Archangel, but he was the only one of him across the Multiverse, and he took great pride in that fact. <strong>"I already told you, my dear, I am not from Earth. I am not from anywhere, really, and I am the only one of me that you are ever likely to meet."</strong> <br><br>He reached up and placed his hand on hers. <strong>"I could try to explain, but...frankly, I doubt you could ever comprehend the true extent of what I really am."</strong> He paused. That sounded...condescending, and as much as he didn't ordinarily <em>care,</em> he also didn't want to be <em>rude.</em> <strong>"And to be clear, I am <em>not</em> calling you stupid. Honestly, I doubt there exists any being in this universe that truly understands my existence, myself included."</strong> That much was true, too. He had a decent grasp of it, but his nature so completely defied understanding that it even boggled his own mind sometimes. Alas, he was not omniscient, and so...there were simply some things that he did not know. It was annoying, but it couldn't be avoided. He took a step back, pulling her hand away from his cheek and slipping his hand around it, guiding her away from her starship. <strong>"I would suggest we continue this discussion in private, however,"</strong> he said, gesturing to the building behind him. <strong>"Please, do join me inside my establishment. Human authorities are on their way, and I would assume that you don't want them to find your ship or yourself before you are ready."</strong> He gestured to the ship behind her. <strong>"You need to send your ship into orbit, and we should prepare you for first contact with humans. You are going to get a great deal of attention during your stay here, after all."</strong> Oh, what fun <em>that</em> was going to be. Watching a humans reaction to her gorgeous, barely-clothed, overtly passionate and flirtatious nature? That was better than a night at the theatre, quite frankly. He'd have to pack snacks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>15-05-2019, 01:53:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><strong>Extra:</strong> Kori’s Spaceship (https://weburbanist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/ferrari-spaceship-2.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>It did not escape Koriand’r’s notice that the humanoid anomaly did not reciprocate her Tamaranean gesture for a binding agreement. Whilst she would have liked to have seen him demonstrate an appreciation for her culture, as she had done for his; fortunately, her mind was soon preoccupied by her floating ship and the mending of the planet, as opposed to the mutual exchange of customs. Perhaps she would remember his reticence with the next cultural exchange, and encourage him more to participate next time to avoid repeated disappointment. In the wake of his revealed, extraordinarily unexpected abilities though, she had other more pressing matters to consider; such as, why did he seem to be amused by her questions? She certainly didn’t intend to be funny, but she could hear the gentle murmur of delight echoing through him and saw the spark of mirth in his levelled gaze. <em>One of a kind?</em> Her eyes narrowed, speculatively, but she understood that sentiment more than he realised. She too, was one of a kind. She was, after all, the only Tamaranean capable of projecting stored energy from her body (to her knowledge). Had he too, been tortured and tampered with? Was he a creation forged by intrigue and science? Perhaps she was jumping to misconstrued conclusions, but she proceeded to study him nonetheless. It was starting to sound more and more logical in her mind that he’d been birthed in the vast depths of space, having no planet to truly call ‘home’. <br><br>In spite of his inconclusive answer, Koriand’r sensed sincerity in his tone, and it was further reflected in the hand that was placed over her own. She <em>almost</em> blanched at his rude and patronising dismissal, her brows immediately lowering a notch whilst her stomach clenched with a sharpening irritation. How did he know she would not understand, if he didn’t give her a chance to try? Thankfully, to his credit, he rephrased himself and she gave him a second chance in return. In fact, she almost felt pity for him. How sad must it be, to feel like you do not even comprehend your own existence? Did he not know who his parents were? Had he been a miracle not of the womb, but of a glass test tube, propagated from the same stardust that defined all life within the universe, but without the loving union or two organic beings passing on their DNA? It sounded like the type of experiments the Psions would eagerly practice, and as the concept flourished in her mind, her confusion was overpowered by a far more sympathetic expression, accompanied by the smooth brush of her thumb across his cheek. She would have to get to the bottom of this mystery eventually, but it would be wrong of her to keep pursuing a question that he clearly wasn’t ready to answer yet. Everyone had their secrets, after all, and she had learned from other species that many individuals needed to build a vast amount of trust before they felt comfortable sharing their personal truths. Even then, the exchange of some secrets and hidden depths could never be guaranteed. Whilst her determination to uncover <em>his</em> truths didn’t waver, she realised now that her methods required a far more patient approach. Blame it on the excitement of meeting a new species, she reasoned to herself, with a soft smile. Perhaps, in time, his resistance would soften.<br><br><strong>“I will try not to pry any further until you are ready to tell me more,”</strong> she gently offered in tune with him taking a step back. None could say that the Princess of Tamaran was unreasonable, nor did she resist the very tender way that he retrieved her hand from his cheek. In fact, she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, to silently communicate that she was not offended by him. On cue though, as he explained that she should deal with her ship, a faint buzzing in the distance piqued the orange alien’s attention. As she followed the guiding steps of the anomaly, her gaze lifted to the skies behind her, where she swore that the faint buzzing noise was getting louder. <strong>“That noise… is it you?”</strong> She asked with more genuine innocence this time, as she stopped several feet now from the former crash site, under the shade of the balcony overlooking the entrance to the building. Not even her enhanced vision could make out anything but clear skies and the occasional bird soaring overhead, but there was definitely something coming closer, which was all the more reason to act quickly. <br><br>Lifting her left arm, she tapped her fingertips against her bracer, activating a neon green, holographic interface to appear as a circular globe above her arm. Spinning the globe around, she masterfully tapped at various points which effectively input a series of commands. At once, her ship hummed to life again, floating off the ground for a mere handful of seconds, until it suddenly launched itself directly upwards, akin to a rocket being fired at great speeds. There was no trail of smoke left in its’ wake though, and this time, there was no incoming plane overhead to divert the clear route towards the thin blue line and beyond, until it was nothing but a stray sparkle in the sky; to the <em>Human</em> eye, at least. Unbeknownst to Koriand’r, her timing couldn’t have been better. Had she waited a few more minutes, she would undoubtedly have risked the incoming military helicopter seeing her fleeing spaceship returning to orbit, or worse; an unintentional collision!<br><br>Satisfied that her ship would be safely tucked away in orbit from the thieving grasp of pesky Humans, the alien visitor deactivated her wrist device, and returned her contented smile to the fellow anomaly of Earth. <strong>“I am now ready to receive the preparation.”</strong> She announced, perhaps a little <em>too</em> enthusiastically. On Tamaran though, guests would be treated to relaxing, flower scented baths and oiled massages, before sitting down to commence deep conversation or matters of diplomacy over glasses of very sweet, fruity wines. So with that in mind, she was therefore very excited to experience the hospitality of Earth’s customs, and a little bit anxious given that she had no idea what it might entail.<br><br><strong>“Ah! Perhaps we will soon make <em>another</em> deal,”</strong> she abruptly interjected with a sudden side-thought. <strong>“And I will permit you passage on my ship so you may journey across the Sol System. You do not have the biggest star in the galaxy, but the rings of Saturn are very beautiful!”</strong> She was still getting the hang of this whole ‘deal making schtick’…<br><br>Koriand’r sincerely hoped that she’d be able to offer the same, genuine compliments in regards to his establishment, although from the outside, she wasn’t feeling very optimistic. She was used to living high above the trees, so to be grounded felt very strange to her. <strong>“Do you live here all alone?”</strong> She queried, taking stock of the size of the building, which was a lot for just one person. Canting her head to the side, she blankly stared at the door, wondering how it would open and more importantly, what strange new sights would greet her within. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>15-05-2019, 08:46:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- Lux Carpark ---&gt; <strong>Lux Main Floor</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This Tuxedo</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>Well, this was certainly curious. He had not intended to imply that his history was particularly woeful or sad, or that his origins were really worthy of any degree of sympathy; he'd merely meant that the circumstances of his creation were probably far beyond the capability of most Mortal minds to actually come close to being able to comprehend. It wasn't a matter of intelligence, it was a matter of scope, it was a matter of the way in which Mortal minds tended to operate; very linear, very temporal, and by necessity confined to their understanding of the laws of physics. But perhaps this was more than simply a reflection of what she believed his life to be like. Over his aeons of life, he'd learned that mortals as a whole were exceptionally good at coming to their own conclusions. If you dangled the occasional snippet of information before them, they'd devour it greedily and feed it into their preconceived notions of what was and what ought to be, bending and twisting it until it fit. They developed a pattern in their minds, and did their best - subconsciously - to fit it into their chosen narrative. And oftentimes, their chosen narrative was in some way beneficial to them, or otherwise confirmed their own biases.<br><br>A narcissist would convince themselves that the evidence favoured them, and that they were completely in the right. A desperate, lonely individual might convince themselves that the object of their affections returned their pining desire. A paranoid, suspicious individual might immediately take any new information to mean that they were being deceived or tricked in order to justify their own isolation and uncertainty, and a stranger in a strange land? A visitor from a far off place, presumably exploring a new world on her own, an alien world with alien customs and people and experiences? No matter how adventurous they were, no matter how content they were in their own lives and their own skins...they were going to desire companionship. Friendship. Kinship. So perhaps her sudden hesitation, her tender attempt at almost...comfort...and her assurance that she would not attempt to pry was less about him...and more about her. Subconscious projection, using what scant few details he had gathered to assume that she had a similar experience to him. He highly doubted she had, but he didn't really feel the need to correct her; why would he? Why should he go out of his way to correct her apparently not entirely accurate assumptions?<br><br>He didn't particularly feel like explaining the circumstances of his creation simply because the effort would be rather tedious and boring, and if believing that it was somehow difficult or traumatic for him meant that she would allow him to evade further questioning on the matter? He owed her no explanations of himself or his nature, and he owed her no satisfaction for the burning questions in her soul. She would learn who and what he was eventually, of course, but he was in no particular rush. He needed to maintain some degree of mystery, after all, and with his rapid loss of his former powers, he had to also make certain to keep who knew his true nature to a minimum, at least until he could establish himself properly and develop a reputation that would stop people from messing with him. Sometimes, a powerful reputation was just as effective - if not more so - than actual power itself. A reputation meant that people were more likely to go out of their way to stay on your good side, and any time a demonstration of power was avoided meant that it was easier on you...and of course, as every great Warrior Culture throughout the universe has learned...sometimes, it's best not to fight, and simply allow your reputation to precede you. <br><br>After all, every time you fight, there is the chance - however small - that something unexpected might occur and for the common perception to become that you lost. And once destroyed...well, a reputation of invincibility only worked as long as you were undefeated. Once you were beaten - or once you were believed to have been beaten - that reputation crumbled. He needed to be careful how he built that reputation up and what that reputation was, and he couldn't do that if every Johnny Come Lately wanted to pick a random fight with him because he was a big name with a small rep. Ah well. It was a challenge, and he didn't get challenges very often, so...well, perhaps it would prove to be interesting, at least, right? For now, however, he had more pressing things to consider; for one thing, the sound drawing very obviously closer. He tilted his head when she mentioned it, paused, then nodded. Ah yes. A military helicopter. Humans might be primitive, but they did have a knack for coming up with creative solutions to problems. On all the planets he'd visited, very, very few of them had ever considered something that exploited the laws of physics as brazenly as the helicopter.<br><br>Alas, now was not the time to show her the wonders of human creativity. He wasn't particularly worried about being shot at, but it would take up a great deal of the rest of his day, and with how many meddlers there were on Earth, it might attract more attention than the trouble was worth. He watched as the young woman tapped away on her bracelet and sent the ship streaking into the sky - exceptionally fast, too, which was a good sign; it probably meant that it had moved too quickly for any observing military officers to get a clear line of sight, and even if they did, it would distract from what was happening on the ground - before turning his back and gesturing for her to follow after him. They were currently round the back, in the staff carpark of his establishment, and whilst he would have ideally wished to take her around the front to present the full glory of Lux - this particular location was actually the first one he opened when he arrived in this universe - but for the moment, the back door would have to do. <strong>"What you hear is a human vehicle known as a 'Helicopter.' To be fair to the humans, it is a rather fascinating piece of machinery, but given that this one is likely crewed by military, perhaps it is best that we do not use it as a case study."</strong> <br><br>He stepped off of the concrete of the parking lot, waving a dismissive hand towards the boundary. There was an ever so slight shimmer, and his illusion and barrier disappeared into thin air, as if nothing ever happened. He had to smile to himself as she offered him a view of her ship; whilst the ship itself was likely fascinating, and he would certainly like to explore more of her cultures specific technology if only to sate his own curiosity, it was cute that she thought he needed one. He'd pretty much visited all of the planets over their billions of years of life - hell, he'd been the one to make the Sol star itself, in his own indirect way within his home universe - but the offer was still appreciated. He allowed himself a wry chuckle as he glanced back at her. <strong>"And what would such a privilege cost me, I wonder?"</strong> He mused out loud as they reached the rear of the smooth-stone building that housed his club. <strong>"I shall have to make certain that your preparation is as...<em>thorough</em> as I can make it."</strong> He lifted an eyebrow.<br><br>Did she not hear herself when she talked, or was this deliberate? He had to imagine that even she understood the concept of euphemisms. And if not...well, he would have great fun teaching them to her. Whilst he was tempted to make a more...obvious advance on her, he simply settled for placing an arm around her waist, his hand on her swaying hip to guide her towards the building, falling easily into the role of an escorting gentleman, drawing a beautiful woman closer for a casual sign of intimacy. He turned his head and said, with a chuckling murmur, <strong>"Though what precisely I'm to be preparing you <em>for</em> is up for discussion."</strong> He chuckled again, before leading her to the back door, pausing to pull it open and gesture her inside. <strong>"On Earth, it is considered polite to hold the door open for the person behind you, especially if they are a guest,"</strong> He said by way of explanation, before following her inside. <br><br>They came out in a small corridor, a staff-used busy hallway meant for the ferrying of supplies, food, the discreet redistribution of staff and the like, and he slipped past her to lead her down the wider corridor beside the kitchen. Thankfully, it appeared that his staff had managed to clear up the majority of the mess that had been caused by her arrival, though there was still the occasional cluster of broken glass and fallen debris dotted here and there. He tutted softly. <strong>"If I had known that I would be entertaining so soon, I would have been more insistent on clearing up the mess. You'll have to forgive us, of course. Your landing caused quite the stir. To answer your earlier question...yes and no. This is one of my homes, and within the confines of those walls I do indeed live alone. But this wider building is one of many businesses and venues I own, and many of the staff are given accommodations on the upper floors to accommodate the sometimes odd working hours."</strong> And they were nice rooms, too. Of course, he did charge them a little bit of rent, but he didn't pay them any less than any other similar job would, and the rents were really rather low for the quality of the apartments they had. He might be the devil, but he at least looked after the people working for him. <br><br>Speaking of, he could hear the bustle in nearby rooms, but nobody seemed to come out to investigate the sounds of him walking past. Perhaps they were simply too preoccupied with clearing up the mess that her ship had caused upon landing. He flicked his fingers idly as they passed a toppled bookshelf, and - as if gripped by invisible hands - it heaved itself up, gathering the discarded books back onto the shelf as if by magic. He hummed softly and tunelessly under his breath as he moved past it without looking, coming eventually to the large double doors leading from the staff section of the building to the club proper. Without ceremony or preamble - he was above such strutting, pompous peacocking - he simply opened the door and strode forth - making sure to hold it for her as she followed behind him - onto the main floor of his club. (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg) It was at that moment rather brightly lit with a host of dull orange and yellow lights, illuminating the tasteful but expensive furnishings, the plush couches and sturdy mahogany tables. The stage on one side of the club currently stood unoccupied, though preparations for that nights show were obviously underway. <br><br>His piano sat on its dias in the centre of the room, and on the far side of the room he could see the telltale shapes and colours of several staff members running to and fro in a panic. He considered making his way over there, then decided against it; if it required his attention, they would tell him. His staff were good at that. He turned to regard the Tamaranian, and suppressed a small smirk as he saw members of his staff poking their heads out of their respective rooms to gawk at her as they finally noticed the visitor. Upon meeting Lucifers eyes, however, they quickly ducked back into their respective jobs. To be fair, that was how he'd felt at first, too. <strong>"Welcome to Lux, my dear,"</strong> He said, stretching his arms out wide and effecting a bow. <strong>"One of the many clubs and restaurants that I happen to own. Please, allow me to show you some Earthling hospitality. I assume that your species requires food of some kind, no?"</strong> <br><br>He glanced around with a wry smirk. <strong>"It looks rather busy, but I'm certain we can find ourselves a table somewhere, if you'd care to join me, miss...?"</strong> He paused, as if just realising something. <strong>"Ah, of course. I never caught your name. Forgive my manners, my dear; I'm Lucifer Morningstar, and it's a pleasure to meet you."</strong> He turned his head such that she could only see one sparkling eye. Of course, he didn't need to eat food, but that didn't mean he didn't like it. Of all the things Mortals had created, they had gotten very good at turning a daily chore into something far more enjoyable. Honestly, he was proud of them, and he enjoyed partaking in his head chef's - Marko - cooking as often as possible. Just because he didn't have to eat, didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy it anyway, no? And who didn't enjoy a good, well cooked steak? What kind of monster did you think he was?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>19-05-2019, 17:58:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark ---&gt; 'Lux' Main Floor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><br><hr><br>Not every planet Koriand’r had encountered possessed a defensive force, but it did not surprise her that the Earth possessed some resistance in the shape of an army, or ‘military’ as the anomaly had called it. Given that she wasn’t here to cause harm – if she was, Earth would have known about it already; she therefore saw no reason to run from the impending forces. Was it not a worthy gesture of faith and goodwill to introduce herself to the protectors of the planet? Besides, she wanted to see this approaching vehicle, especially given that he’d called it ‘fascinating’. At the same time, she was content to trust in his decision to flee the area, and leave that particular ‘case study’ until another time. If the protectors were like those she had encountered on other planets, then she would no doubt be meeting them eventually, no doubt sooner rather than later, unless they were very bad at their task of protecting! For now, there were plenty of other distractions to keep her mind occupied rather than question his decision, such as his reaction to her offer to let him tour the Sol system using her spaceship. What <em>would</em> such a privilege cost him? <strong>“I have not yet decided,”</strong> she cunningly and very honestly concluded with a little smirk. She was not in the habit of making deals after all, but this seemed like one to hold onto until a worthy trade presented itself in exchange. <br><br><em>Ah!</em> A thorough preparation! Her eyes lit up at the unofficial promise, and her excitement for the unknown peaked. The guiding arm around her waist, and splayed hand upon her hip, certainly helped to keep her intrigue stimulated. Although, his chuckled confusion likewise made her own eyebrows lift. Had there been an error in communication and translation somewhere? He had definitely used the word ‘prepare’ though. <em>Oh</em>… she’d made the very easy mistake of suddenly assuming that Earth customs might be similar to her home planet in some shape or form. <strong>“Prepare for the first contact,”</strong> she said quite innocently but still matter-of-factly. Then blinked, as she added, <strong>“with Humans. You said I would need preparation. On Tamaran, to prepare means we satisfy our guests with much relaxation before engaging in conversation. You do not practice the kneading ritual on Earth?”</strong> Perhaps she would have to teach them how to perform a relaxing massage.<br><br>Making a mental note to always hold doors open for people, since they clearly did not seem capable of holding themselves open – <em>so primitive!</em> – Koriand’r’s eyes quite literally lit up in the slightly darker corridor as her gaze thoroughly examined her new surroundings. When she realised that the occasional, stray piece of clutter was <em>her</em> fault, she immediately felt guilty for causing damage. The Earthling didn’t seem to mind, contrarily asking for her forgiveness, but her lightly frowning expression was still apologetic. She didn’t have space to interject with a verbal apology though, as he immediately went on to explain his environment to her. Ah, so not only was he not alone, but he was also the source of accommodation for others? <em>Employees</em>? Then this establishment was a business? The sudden sound of movement directly overhead snatched her attention, followed by the look of pure marvel on her face as she watched the bookcase pick itself up, and be inexplicably refilled by the generous pile of books littering the floor. She still wasn’t used to seeing the impossible happen – ‘magic’ didn’t exist in her corner of the galaxy, after all. It would take her some time therefore, to get used to witnessing such reality-defying feats. Still lightly gaping, she followed him to the doors up ahead, and inhaled a very pure, awe-stricken gasp as she stepped into the large room illuminated by orange and yellow hues.<br><br><strong>“Oh! It is golden and wonderful – like a burning star!”</strong> She immediately exclaimed, sharing her initial reaction and at once, her excited gaze drifted over all the new sights. Already, various questions were springing to mind, such as: What was the object in the middle of the room? Or perhaps most important of all, what <em>type</em> of ‘club’ was this exactly? A house of pleasure and relaxation? Certainly, that explained why there were rooms upstairs, no? Well! If that was the case, then it would be just her luck to crash land next to such a place! She certainly wasn’t complaining about <em>that</em>. Her jaw dropped a fraction more, at the sheer prospect of experiencing ‘the coitus’ with Humans much sooner than expected. Or, whatever else their mating rituals involved. Stepping into the room eagerly, or ‘Lux’ as the anomaly called it, Koriand’r looked to him as he bowed, confused as to whether she should reciprocate this time. Canting her head to the side, she decided not to attempt such an elaborate gesture. She did however, lift her brows at the mention of ‘restaurant’ and ‘Earthling hospitality’. <em>Ah!</em> Then this was a house of feasting? Her excitement dimmed, but only a small fraction. Intercourse with another sentient being was not the only pleasure she had been denied in space. It had been some time since she’d enjoyed a proper meal too, and she was nonetheless keen to experience all the delicacies of Earth, from the most common to the rarest catch. <br><br>Clasping her hands behind her back, she nodded enthusiastically to his presumptions. <strong>“Yes, we do, and I am eager to taste all of the Earth food.”</strong> Wait, no, that came out a bit wrong. <strong>“Oh, but not all at once!”</strong> She added with a dulcet little laugh at her own expense. <br><br>What genuinely confused her though, was how he described the area as ‘busy’. A confused hum escaped her, enhancing the expression written all over her face. Her gaze then swept across the room. No, it was <em>definitely</em> empty, aside from all the <em>unoccupied</em> tables and chairs. So… unless people were invisible? <strong>“But –?”</strong> She started to interject, but her voice conflicted with his and she bit down on her tongue to let him continue instead. Before the penny could drop though, and she could realise his ‘busy’ comment was actually a ‘joke’, she was instead forced to reconcile with the fact that she had committed a very grave error against the universal social code, from the way that he had very apologetically introduced himself.<br><br><strong>“Ah! Yes, I too did not formally introduce myself. Apologies, Earthling, that was most impolite! And I am so very sorry for all of the mess I have created. I did not mean to cause extra work for your employees.”</strong> <br><br>She could see shadows of figures occasionally passing in the distance in a hurry, and did catch a human female staring at her from the bar area before quickly fluttering about with her work, carrying a heavy-looking tray of glasses which was very noisily placed on the floor. Turning her undivided attention back to the anomaly though, she acknowledged his rather lengthy name with a nod, and clasped her hands in front of her instead. To a Human, it probably looked like she was about to say a prayer with interlocked fingers positioned between her bosom, but in her culture, it was another gesture of goodwill and genuine sincerity to accommodate a greeting or declaration.<br><br><strong>“How wonderful it is to meet you, Lucifer Morningstar. I am Koriand’r, Princess of the First House of Tamaran. I am also known to many in my Star System as ‘Starfire’; but I believe there is no need for titles or formalities between us. Please, call me Koriand’r, and with your permission, I shall call you... <em>Lucifer</em>?”</strong> <br><br>It was not a name she had ever heard or pronounced before, but compared to many other alien names, this one was very easy and smooth on her tongue. Regardless, although he would still be an anomaly to her, she was genuinely pleased to finally have a name to associate with his face. Her smile was warm and bright, and already, she’d forgotten all about the helicopter and her embarrassing crash landing. Why concern herself with such trivialities when her senses were constantly being overwhelmed by so many new sights, sounds and smells? The large, golden room for example, had a tangy scent hidden beneath the otherwise very clean atmosphere. A smell that she could almost tangibly taste on her tongue... <em>alcohol</em>?<br><br><strong>“Lux is… a House of Feasting?”</strong> She was still trying to get her head around exactly what type of business venue this was, which resulted in a very blasé series of questions. <strong>“But it is also a… club house? Then there must be feasting and music and dancing and many other pleasures? Ah! Your employees must be very skilled and have many talents! Are the rooms upstairs reserved for the coitus?”</strong> <em>Phew!</em> Perhaps she wouldn't need to teach them the basics of 'the kneading' after all!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 04:04:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- <strong>Lux Main Floor</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This Tuxedo</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>Her reaction was - he had to admit - rather gratifying. He'd decorated Lux in such a way as to inspire awe and envy within anybody who set foot within its walls, to give it a sense of grandiose style and sleek fashion that would make it the hotspot of whatever city it happened to be located in at the time, which had proven to be more difficult than he'd anticipated. Humans were a fussy lot, and even his aeons of experience were of no use when it came to predicting what kinds of insane interior designs the humans would find stylish, trendy and fancy on any given day. So, he'd had to hire an interior decorator to discuss things with, and they'd settled on the "Modern Classic" look, trusting that an understated, subtly wealthy elegance would end up being a more timeless look; instead of chasing fads, they had decided to stick with what worked, and make certain that instead of following the trends, Lux was the one <em>setting</em> them. And to a great degree, it had worked; every evening their books were full for dinner and during the night, there were lines around the block to get in and enjoy the music and the drinks. It was tough running a restaurant and bar, he had to admit, but he was doing a pretty good job so far. <br><br>Yes yes, his profits would be higher if he focused on one specific aspect rather than trying to blend the two together, but...well, why did he care about money? He just cared about having a good time and alleviating his aeons-long boredom. And frankly? Running Lux the way he was was interesting, and he always had his pick of the attractive young humans who came to his club looking for a good time. Funnily enough, being handsome, witty, charming, wealthy and the owner of the club tended to persuade the more sexually liberated humans into joining him upstairs for a few hours. Humans were not usually able to keep up with him very well, naturally, but he found that many of them didn't need to be; they were quite happy to let him take care of things and follow his directions. More often than not, they ended up turning out to be wearing some form of religious paraphernalia, which amused him no end; he wondered what that sweet Christian girl-gone-wild would say if she knew just who she got her brains fucked out by every Friday night? The thought was amusing to him. Of course, he was nothing like the Devil as portrayed by the Bible - and he found it offensive that that was the common conception of what he was like - but he supposed that humans had their superstitions, and Father had a much better PR Department than he did. Starting with the fact, of course, that He had one in the first place.<br><br>Not that he really needed one. He was able to get along just fine on his own, considering how charming he was, and he didn't need the love or adulation of humans to be comfortable with who he was. The simple fact of the matter was that he had created Lux to appeal to people, and apparently, it had the desired effect; he was rather pleased with the young ladies reaction - especially her metaphor - and rather happily guided her to a nearby table as she was evidently puzzling over his attempt at a joke, only glancing over briefly at the loud sound of clattering cups and plates. He gestured absently, and a pair of other servers who were passing through hurried to help the poor girl clean up the mess. Normally he'd not be too impressed, but considering his company...well, he couldn't say he blamed her for her startled reaction. He simply gave the girl a pointed look as she left, to which she blushed before scurrying off back into the staff back-corridors. He was curious what this "Kneading Ritual" was, but that sort of exchange could be had over dinner. So instead of pressing the matter, he escorted her to a nearby table on a raised dais overlooking the floor tables before the stage - which would be cleared away before the club was opened that night - and pulled her chair out for her to sit down.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"It is tradition,"</strong> he said by way of explanation, <strong>"For some cultures on Earth to pull the chair out for a lady to aid her in sitting down. A silly tradition, but one nonetheless that you must learn to expect if you ever have dinner with a male who has some degree of interest in you."</strong> He paused momentarily to duplicate her own action - hands clasped before him in a perfect approximation of what she'd done; her cultures greeting? Probably, from the context, which meant that he should probably return it else he appear rude - before offering a sly smile. He extended his hand as if for another shake, but as she gave him her palm, he turned her hand on the spot - palm down - and leaned down in a sweeping bow and grazed his lips across the back of her hand. She was warm to the touch, radiating heat at a much higher level than most humans did - practically pouring off a scalding heat that would have shocked him had he been mortal - which he, personally, found delectable. He hummed softly, vibrating his lips on her hand as he allowed his own body temperature to rise in response, searing the back of her hand with his own heat before pulling away. <br><br><strong>"Another tradition,"</strong> he explained, <strong>"For when humans meet Royalty...or an exceptionally attractive young woman. You, of course, meet both criteria."</strong> He gave her a sly smile as he slid into his seat opposite her. <strong>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess. Lucifer is perfectly acceptable, yes."</strong> Well...he'd just found her new nickname, at least. He could mention that technically he was a Prince as well, but...nah. This was more fun, and he'd retired, so he'd effectively abdicated. He thought that was how it worked, anyway. Not that he cared either way, of course. He tucked himself into his chair, smoothing down his suit jacket and lifting a bemused, wry eyebrow at her questions; rooms upstairs being reserved for coitus? What an odd question. Considering her forwardness in kissing earlier, her attire and now this...well, it was obvious that Tamaran was much more sexually liberated than Earth was. How fascinating. He'd have to make it a point to visit one of these days, just to see how open and public about it it was. <strong>"No, they aren't,"</strong> he said, laughing lightly. <br><br><strong>"They're reserved for my employees. If they wish to take somebody there for a good time, however, they're allowed to at their own discretion."</strong> He gave her a quick up-down look, his eyes dragging over her curves and the gentle curvature of her face. She really was one hell of a specimen...and he could already tell that the cultural differences between Tamaran and Earth were going to be an endless source of amusement. He just couldn't wait to see what her reaction was when she found out about the dichotomy of human sexuality. <strong>"You will find rather quickly that humans are far less...public and open about their sexuality. Humans are very sexual creatures, and behind closed doors they are often exceptionally flexible in what they'll sample, but in public? In 'Polite' conversation? They are far more reserved. It's almost as if they're faintly embarrassed about the whole affair. Thankfully, I do not suffer from the same such condition. I wear my desires on my sleeve, as it were."</strong> He allowed himself another roving glance of her body, before catching her eye and giving her a teasing wink. He chuckled softly once more, and gestured to a passing server, who promptly scurried off to find them some menus, some wine and to let the chef know that the boss and his guest were going to eat. <br><br>In the meantime, he figured...well, he should probably explain what Lux actually was. <strong>"But to answer your question. Most human establishments that deal with food and drink fall into one of a few categories. You have your restaurants and cafes, who focus on meals, and you have your bars, pubs and nightclubs that focus on alcohol. Restaurants are for 'full' meals - the quality and pricerange vary, of course - and cafe's are more for lunches and smaller snacks. Bars are for a quiet drink with friends, whereas nightclubs are where you go for loud music, exuberant dancing, copious amounts of alcohol and a more...base, primal experience. If you happen to meet somebody at a bar or club that you wish to...reserve for coitus-"</strong> he gave her another wink at his phrasing, <strong>"-you tend to go back to one of your private homes. Lux is...an oddity amongst human businesses. We serve food during the afternoon and early evening, acting as a sort of restaurant and more expensive wine bar, before we reopen for the late evening and early morning as a raunchy nightclub. Sophisticated and posh during the day, you see, and thoroughly debauched when the sun sets and all of the <em>boring</em> people have gone to bed."</strong> He laughed softly. <strong>"I get bored easily, you see. I require a great deal of...variety to remain interested. Alas, it seems that humans struggle to keep up with me. I might have to start looking further afield to find somebody who can satisfy me."</strong> He lifted a teasing eyebrow. And Princess Starfire Koriand'r here? She seemed to be <em>exceptionally</em> varied...and he was <em>very</em> interested in where she might go later. In general, of course - this world would prove to be far more interesting with one such as her in it - but also...well, with him, specifically. He might not be Mortal, but he was still alive and he was still a man, after all! He'd have to be a fool not to take the shots he was offered. And he was many things...but a fool was not one of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>25-05-2019, 23:25:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ Main Floor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><br><hr><br>Initially, Koriand’r was a little taken back by the way that Lucifer pulled the chair she’d been intending to sit out, out from under the table. She was used to sitting on low cushions – which were so much easier for frolicking around on, as opposed to elevated furniture. Looking to him, she realised he was holding the chair for her, as if it needed to be held steady. <em>Strange</em>. Stepping around it, she was again startled as she felt the edge of the chair nudge against the back of her knees, as she prepared to sit down. <em>Tradition?</em> Green eyes acknowledged the anomaly and his explanation, accepting that this would be the appropriate and expected behaviour from all Earth males, so long as they had some form of ‘interest’ in her. At least the signifying gesture would make it easy to single out those that did from those who did not, she figured with a measure of relief. She was about to ask what the females of this primitive species did in return to show their own interest, but instead, her attention was caught by his very formal posture reserved in her culture for polite greeting and conversation. Looking to his offered hand, she recognised the handshake gesture and didn’t hesitate to present her own hand, even though she wasn’t yet sure what they’d be shaking on exactly; but what followed next was entirely unexpected. Another elaborate bow, which was low enough to satisfy even the most pompous of Euphorian royals; coupled with the brush of his lips – <em>a kiss!</em> – against the back of her hand. Her eyes appreciatively lit up at such a strange yet this time, very amicable gesture, which appealed to the nature of her culture far more than his previous signals. <em>This</em> was how the males of her species were more likely to show their interest, but what <em>really</em> piqued her own interest, was the vibrating hum of his voice against her skin combined with the more literal, rising temperature between them until the touch of his lips peaked with an intensified heat that refused to escape her notice. By X’hal’s grace… were all Humans capable of raising their temperatures like that, or was it another extraordinary feature of the anomaly alone? With an enthralled little smirk, she figured it was probably the latter of the two, and her stomach clenched at the sheer prospect of feeling other parts of him warm to the touch.<br><br>Her keen gaze followed the anomaly as he circled around to the opposite side of the table, and with elbows propped on the table, she leaned forwards to rest her chin against the adjoining, dipped flats of her fingers. So then, if that gesture was reserved for Royalty, then she should not expect to be treated to it unless she revealed her formal title? Unless, they also thought she was ‘exceptionally attractive’, like he did. <em>Noted</em>, she inwardly beamed at the compliment, which prevented her from correcting him when he called her ‘Princess’ despite her insistence to be informal. Koriand’r was less impressed however, by Lucifer’s answer to her ‘coitus’ question. Not even the shameless appraisal of his gaze over her form, was enough to soften the blow of hearing that Humans were clearly very complex when it came to their sexual urges, and where and when to act upon them. Why be so reserved against what was only natural? What was so embarrassing about the body and the pursuit of pleasure and satisfaction? Repressive denial sounded more like torture to the sexually liberated Tamaranean, but she was pleased at least, to hear that Lucifer didn’t quite share those Human sentiments. Canting her head to the side though, she did frown at him a little. How does one ‘wear their desires on their sleeve’? He was winking and chuckling… had she missed something? Humans, or rather, <em>Earthlings</em>, certainly had some very strange phrasings. Following that, he had lots to say about feasting habitats on this planet, but Koriand’r was happy to sit and listen to his lengthy explanation; soaking up the information and application of vocabulary definitions like a sponge. So, from what she understood, aside from there being far too many rules about what and where Humans ate meals at different times of the day, Humans also only engaged in the coitus in privacy regardless of where they met a potential lover? That sounded very inconvenient. She would have to be careful, she realised, as the last thing she wanted would be to offend anyone with her more liberated urges, especially in public areas. Then there was Lux, which was naturally an oddity, much like the anomaly explaining the changeable atmosphere from ‘restaurant’ to ‘nightclub’. Suffice to say, she was eager to see the transformation along with the definition of ‘debauched’ on this planet, and then meet all the non-boring people who came out to play when the sun set. Lucifer at least, was certainly <em>not</em> boring, and a playful smile likewise lifted her pout in response to his very open ruminations. If he was limiting himself solely to one planet, then no wonder he was bored! One thing in particular however, alarmed her to the point of suddenly sitting upright with wide eyes. Humans not possessing enough stamina was one thing, but he'd also admitted something far more worrying than that.<br><br><strong>“You have not been satisfied?”</strong> Almost appalled that such a notion could ever be possible, her expression melted from pure shock into utter sympathy. Did he mean <em>recently</em> unsatisfied, or in general, or… <em>by X’hal</em>… had he <em>ever</em> been truly satisfied? Her jaw dropped slightly as she stared incredulously at him. <strong>“Oh… That is very... I am very saddened to hear you are not being fulfilled here on Earth. But yes! You should indeed not be limiting your desires to one planet alone, Lucifer Morningstar.”</strong> She used his full name to stress how serious this was, together with the way that she clasped her hands together and interlocked her fingers. <strong>“The Galaxy is full of much variety and I can personally assure you, that at the very least, there are many pleasures to be found within every corner of the Vega System.”</strong> Perhaps she should lend her ship to him much sooner? Take him all the way to Tamaran, where he would find a lifetime of satisfaction, if not before. After all, the journey from there to Earth had been more than long enough for her to sate her own pleasure <em>multiple</em> times… <br><br><strong>“Have you not had the pleasure of performing the two hundred and eighty-six variations of the coitus?”</strong> <em>Oh no</em>… this was very bad! Leaning forwards slightly, Koriand’r truly looked concerned as she pried further. She spoke very openly and shamelessly though, seeing no need to lower her voice conspicuously, and no doubt her behaviour would have been exactly the same had the restaurant been busy. <strong>“Do Humans not know the seven core positions?”</strong> If that was the case, then no wonder he was unsatisfied, but surely that was not possible? Humans must at least know <em>one</em> position or else, how did they procreate!? Which also begged to question something she’d considered earlier, and even more now that his satisfaction was at stake. <strong>“I would be happy to help you find a satisfying variation, <em>after</em> you fulfil your other promises to me. But first, I wonder… How do the females of Earth show interest in the males?”</strong> Could it be that the signs were difficult to navigate? She was trying so hard to understand what might be missing in the equation, but the notion of being bored and unsatisfied was as alien to her as she was no doubt alien to him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>26-05-2019, 07:18:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- <strong>Lux Main Floor</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This Tuxedo</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>Funnily enough, the thing that seemed to shock her the most about Earth dining custom was the presence of <em>chairs.</em> He had thought that some kind of furniture to assist in sitting comfortably during mealtimes was fairly universal, but apparently there were still some advanced cultures in which chairs and seats were somewhat alien...no pun in intended. He didn't think too hard about it, however; it was hardly the most pressing or important thing to be thinking about at that moment in time, more of an odd curiosity than anything else. No, it was her reaction to hearing that humans tended to relegate their sexual escapades to private rooms and quiet places where they were not to be disturbed that seemed to upset her the most. He had gathered, of course, that Tamaraneans were much more liberal and open with their sexualities but he'd assumed that they still maintained some degree of privacy and decorum. From her shocked expression and her almost disgusted twisting of her lips, however...maybe that was not the case. Did Tamaran have such loose sexual taboos that it was common to see couples engaged in passionate displays of exotic and athletic sex in public, wherever the mood happened to take them? <br><br>Honestly, that sounded like a very pleasant change of pace. Comparatively speaking, there were few places in the universe that had that kind of freedom and debauchery built into their very society - much to his chagrin, he had to admit - especially at the same time as the species itself being so ridiculously attractive. If all of the women on Tamaran were even vaguely as alluring as Koriand'r here, it was most certainly a place that he would want to visit some day, especially if they were as hedonistic and debauched as they sounded. It sounded exactly like the kind of place he might want to spend a few years of his retirement in, he'd say that much! It was actually surprising, how focused she seemed to be on the physical pleasure; most humans considered the constant chasing of sexual gratification to be some kind of flaw or indicative of some kind of disease or unhealthy obsession, but the Princess here seemed to view it as extremely unhealthy <em>not</em> to have that kind of gratification in your life. Indeed, the horror she seemed to express at the idea that he was not being satisfied on Earth was akin to a humans horror at learning that you hadn't eaten for two weeks. <br><br>Was Tamaran that atypical, or had he simply fallen out of touch with the rest of the universe? Had his time on Earth skewed his perception of the universal constants and the concerns that humans had that were indeed simply primitive and unimportant? Had he <em>gone native?</em> The thought was a distressing one, he was not about to lie. To think that he might have been infected by these primitive creatures petty concerns, that their way of thinking had warped his own...he took a moment to examine himself and his opinions, a furrowed brow being the only indication that he was even vaguely troubled by what she had said. Was he particularly disgusted by the idea of Tamaran being so sexually liberated? No. No, he wasn't disgusted, he was simply intrigued. Had he visited places that were that permissive? Yes, he had, and he'd enjoyed them immensely...but they were uncommon. They made up a comparatively small number of the planets and cultures he'd visited in his time, so it was fair to express surprise at such a liberal and open society that he had not yet even heard whispers of in his travels, was it not? Yes. Yes, it was. His brow unfurrowed and he had to stop himself from breathing a minor sigh of relief. No, it seemed that his surprise was merely down to having not encountered very many societies of a similar nature. Thankfully, humanity had yet to infect him with their pathetic, primitive concerns and values. That, at least, was a positive. <br><br>He allowed himself a small chuckle, however, at Koriand'r's sudden concern and horror. He shook his head idly. <strong>"I have been able to find momentary gratification; of that, at least, you should have no fear, Princess."</strong> It was ridiculously easy for somebody like him to charm a woman or two into his bed for the night, especially when they came to the club specifically to have a few drinks and go home with somebody. Humans were not as complicated as they might like to believe in some respects. <strong>"But most humans are really rather fragile, so if I were to unleash all of my various desires upon them, I am afraid that they might break. And as above them as creatures like you and me are, I do not take active pleasure in hurting people."</strong> Been there, done that. After ten billion years ruling Hell, you tend to get a little numb to seeing people writhing in agony. It was still possible for him to draw satisfaction from hurting and killing people, of course, but they had to have very specifically pissed him off to some extent for that to apply. And for a human, annoying him to the extent that he would enjoy their death? That was practically impossible. <br><br><strong>"Perhaps I shall need to visit the Vega System at some point. It does admittedly sound far more...interesting...than Earth. But then again, perhaps that is simply because I am used to Earth by now."</strong> He shrugged idly. <strong>"I've lived long enough that I have had more than enough opportunity to enjoy the two hundred and eighty-nine variations and the eight core positions,"</strong> He said with a soft smirk; whilst there were 286 modern variations, he happened to know that there were three entirely different variations that had died out over the millennia...well, two that had died out, and one that was unique to his universe. <strong>"But there are few species flexible enough to handle that kind of twisting of the body."</strong> Of course...she had just volunteered to help him "find a variation," which obviously translated to a very specific thing that he was really rather interested in. A woman as beautiful and sexually liberated as she was did not come along every day, after all! <br><br><strong>"Though something tells me that you may well be able to handle my desires. I would certainly enjoy finding out."</strong> He chuckled softly, then leaned back in his chair, idly crossing his legs under the table. <strong>"As for your other question, why, that is something that human males have been trying to work out for thousands of years. In general, human females show their interest through body language. Leaning in closer, smiling more readily, laughing at bad jokes..."</strong> He leaned in a little. <strong>"Casual contact, the brushing of fingers over the males arm, whispering in his ear intimately, tucking her hair behind her ear, pressing their leg against the males side...general actions that indicate that you would not mind becoming a little more intimate with the male. Or female, I suppose. Humans are beginning to move away from the strictly heterosexual model of sexuality, to their credit."</strong> He shrugged as one of the staff returned with a bottle of wine; red, rich and deep with just a hint of fruitiness, one of the older vintages from his private cellar. He nodded with a thank you, before opening it and pouring two glasses, one for him, one for her. <br><br>It was strong by human standards, but for them? It would likely not affect them overly much...but the taste was still divine. <strong>"This is a formal human beverage known as 'Wine.' It is usually consumed at upper class parties, or at formal or intimate dinners. It is seen as more elegant and romantic than the other human alcoholic beverages,"</strong> he explained, taking his glass and lifting it. <strong>"Before drinking, it is considered tradition to toast to something. You express an event or feeling that you are grateful for in that instance, you gently clink the glasses together, then take a healthy sip of the wine....it is, however, considered rude to drink it all in one go."</strong> He chuckled, then lifted his glass. <strong>"To new friends and new experiences."</strong> He waited for her to follow suit, before taking a sip of his wine, setting it down on the table. He had so much to teach her, it wasn't even funny. Well...it was lucky for her, then, that she was so interesting and he had some free time. He wondered idly how long she'd keep his interest? He wasn't certain...but he was looking forward to finding out!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>30-05-2019, 03:36:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – 'Lux' Main Floor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><br><hr><br><em>Oh thank the merciful X’hal</em>, the Princess of Tamaran breathed a visible sigh of relief, as soon as the Earthling confirmed that he was not a stranger to gratification after all. There was no need for an immediate intervention in that respect, though she was still somewhat sceptical. ‘Momentary’ gratification did not sound very positive. Certainly, she’d be very offended if someone were to speak of the coitus with her as a ‘moment’ of satisfaction. It made the pleasure sound so tragic and fleeting and not very satisfying at all! Her concerned frown, therefore, wasn’t easing any time soon, especially as Lucifer continued to explain his reasoning. She had suspected that Humans might be fragile, given how the cowardly General Hokum was always evasively on the run rather than standing up to his foes like a <em>true</em> warrior would and should. She was still getting used to the idea that <em>this</em> Human was an anomaly compared to the others, and indeed, not even ‘Human’ at all, according to him. So, whilst she was yet to judge for herself how strong Humans were compared to a Tamaranean, she was also now curious to likewise find an opportunity to test the limits of <em>his</em> strength. He was already no doubt rightfully presuming that individually, they were both stronger than Humans, but should she be worried about breaking <em>him</em> too? Perhaps it would be good for him to experience a stronger conquest, where there was no need to focus on holding back during the throes of pleasure. All the more reason for him to taste the many varieties of the Vega System.<br><br>Thankfully, he openly agreed with her sentiment, which Koriand’r was genuinely very happy to hear. What followed though, supplanted her glee with a mixture of intrigue and awe. First of all, he did not look older than… well, she had no idea how to guess Human years, but in terms of Tamaranean physiology – wait, did he say, two hundred and <em>eighty-nine</em> variations and the <em>eight</em> core positions? A very distracted Koriand’r double blinked, forgetting all about trying to guess his age as she instead tried to fathom how there could possibly by positions and variations which she wasn’t aware of. Within Sector 2814, at least – she couldn’t speak for other Galaxies, after all. The way that he was talking though… could it be that he was both more experienced <em>and</em> older than her? <em>How very intriguing and most unexpected!</em> Canting her head slightly, she went back to trying to guess his age. In Tamaranean years, he could perhaps pass for five hundred? He was so clean-shaven though, and his hair was cut so short, which made it difficult to imagine him as a thousand-year old male. Given the way that he spoke about his desires though, it certainly made sense that he was older than he looked, but for now, she decided to treat him as an equal in terms of age and potential experience, until proven otherwise. Proof which would no doubt be rather enjoyable to obtain, so she likewise gave a little smile as he chuckled over the prospect finding out if she in turn, was capable of handling his desires. She certainly hadn’t yet met a <em>willing</em> sentient being who she <em>wasn’t</em> capable of handling, or being handled by, without a just cause. The Culacaoan males for instance, simply preferred their snail-like females, whilst the unmoving Ogyptuan giants were simply incapable of processing time the same way that other species did. She had very much enjoyed the mutated Dredfahlians and the matriarchal Euphorians though, whilst the more bestial Karnans would always hold a very special place in her heart.<br><br>Reminiscing about her home and the many joys she'd had there, would have to wait for another time though, especially when she was constantly being fed cultural information about Earth and the customs of the Human females. So then, their subtle language of love was not all that different to what she knew and practiced already, and she was glad to hear that sexuality was not entirely strict one way or the other. Perhaps more on that another time though, as the arrival of a male staff member – who was trying to wear a very passive facial expression having caught the tail-end of the conversation; managed to divert the alien princess’ attention to the bottle being uncorked and then carefully poured. <em>Ah!</em> A fruity beverage, perhaps? Judging from the very deep red colour alone, it looked like the fermented juices served on Tamaran otherwise known as 'Nectar' or 'Ambrosia', if her Earth translations were correct. Once Lucifer rested the bottle on the table, Koriand’r wasted no time reaching for her glass, and brought it closer to her lips; not to taste though. First, she wanted to smell it, and immediately she was delighted, not only because she’d guessed correctly, but because it smelt promising too. Her gaze focused back on him, peering at him over the brim of the glass as she attentively listened whilst inhaling the wine quite contentedly. <em>Oh</em>, she would have to pace herself then, but the ‘toast’ – that sounded like a wonderful idea! Beaming, her eyes literally lit up at the opportunity to express her feelings and hear him express his in return, and although his actual toast wasn’t <em>quite</em> what she had in mind, she was nonetheless very pleased to hear it, and more than happy to reciprocate.<br><br><strong>“Yes! To many new experiences and to the sharing of culture. To being grateful, to have made a new friend and to being glad that it was here that my ship most fortunately crashed. And, now we do the clink?”</strong> Copying him, she lifted her glass to gently tap the edge against his and, after a delighted little giggle at how easy this Earth-custom was, she finally brought the rim to her lips to take a very generous sip. At once, her brows lifted, and once she’d swallowed, she pursed her lips a moment to savour the taste before excitedly sharing her approval. <br><br><strong>“Mmm! It is very smooth but it is not very fruity, and it almost tastes like… trees? And… oh! There is something smoky in the afterwards.”</strong> Yes, there was definitely something quite leafy and smoky behind the fruity layer, which made her question the ingredients. <strong>“I also do not think it has been fermented for long enough,”</strong> she added after taking another sniff of the liquid before a smaller sip this time. <strong>“But if wine is to be like Tamaran’s Nectar, then it is meant to inspire and enhance the coitus? Mm… you said alcohol but I still do not taste or feel it. What is this wine made from?”</strong> <br><br>Granted, she was yet to discover all the fruits of Earth, but if this ‘wine’ was anything like the Tamaranean equivalent, then surely it had been processed using at least one fermented fruit, and surely it served a more aphrodisiacal purpose? It did not taste very inspiring, but perhaps she had pre-judged it. Perhaps it was a grower and needed time to sit, so with that in mind, she put the glass down to resist the urge to ‘rudely’ down it all in one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>30-05-2019, 04:26:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- <strong>Lux Main Floor</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This Tuxedo</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>He recognised that bewildered look she gave him; she was an open book in many ways, wearing her expressions like a particularly loud and obnoxious hat, and he was particularly attentive to that sort of thing. It was a habit that he'd picked up over the aeons, as a way of passing the time; people watching, the humans called it. Simply sitting in one place, watching other living beings pass by and trying to guess who they were, what they did and why they were in that particular area at that particular time just from sight alone. He'd gotten pretty good at it, after a while. It had been tricky at first, since Mortals tended to have very different priorities to beings like him, but once he'd gotten his head around the differences in his thinking and theirs, it had been easy enough to train his eye to pick up the fine details that knitted the story of each individual together. It was really just a puzzle, and the trick was learning the patterns well enough that you could detect them in a heartbeat. Some people were harder to read than others - some people guarded themselves far better, for example - but for Koriand'r, he didn't really need to even <em>try.</em> Perhaps it was just the way of her people, perhaps it was her specifically, but she was a remarkably open and upfront individual.<br><br>Most people hid what they were thinking or feeling behind a wall of cultural civility. No matter what alien species you encountered, odds were good that they would guard their inner selves closely, and all but the most primal and bestial of creatures in the universe understood that sometimes, it was better to hide how you were feeling, and did so out of habit until coaxed to open up. But Koriand'r, it seemed, was far more open than that. She was more aggressive in her feelings, she was more overt and forthright, and honestly, he found the change refreshing. It was pleasant to not have to guess how somebody was feeling for a change; he could simply watch her face and her expression, and know what she was thinking. He could be certain that if she said she was happy, she was, and that if she wasn't...he'd know about it. Still, there was an...edge to it, almost. Like her cheerful and obvious and upfront demeanour was guarding something else, something deeper and hidden, peeking in at the very edge of her smile, at the space between her gorgeous green iris and the whites of her eyes. He wasn't certain what it was, but something told him that she was not the happy go lucky explorer that he'd first taken her to be. She was older than she looked, and she'd seen her fair share of the galaxy...both good and bad.<br><br>Of course, that only intrigued him further, and had him smiling just a little. She truly was a curious, intriguing find, and even now he could see the gears whirring in her head as she obviously tried to figure <em>him</em> out. By now, she'd probably worked out that he wasn't human. She was obviously intelligent and he'd dropped enough hints that she probably would have picked up on at least one or two. Now...now she was studying him to try and work out his age. That little comment about him having lived long enough got her intrigued, he could tell, and that little mystery would keep her interested in <em>him.</em> She wanted to figure him out, to unravel the mystery, and his smile widened as he considered it. The chase was going to be fun, but he had to wonder how she'd react to knowing that he was fifteen <em>billion</em> years old? It would blow her Mortal mind, he imagined, and she'd probably have endless questions about the time before she'd existed, where there was knowledge hidden that had been forgotten by all but the oldest of creatures. He knew less about this Universe than he would have liked - obviously, since he didn't originate here - but he knew enough from his travels to satisfy some of her curiosity. And what would she do if she knew that he came from another Universe entirely, as casually as you might journey across the border of a State in the USA? He feared her brain might malfunction at the ramifications.<br><br>Of course, she never vocalised any of the questions she had, and she never made any comments regarding even the sexual antics he'd implied, but he could see her dancing, curious eyes. He'd caught her attention with the mention of another Variation and another Core Position, and she'd certainly started paying rapt attention when he'd intimated that humans couldn't handle him. He wanted to present himself like a challenge, like a summit to climb, a mystery to untangle...and an experience that she wouldn't want to miss. They both knew what he wanted, and they both knew what she wanted. The question was, how long would the chase to the bedroom (or the table right there and then, really; he was the owner and the place was closed, who cared?) take? He offered her a small smirk, taking a slow sip of wine, allowing the smoky taste and fruity textures dance their way across his tongue before setting the glass down with a satisfied sigh. She was right, in a way, about wines role...but not completely. <strong>"Sex, My Dear, humans call it 'Sex.' Amongst other names, of course, but sex is the most commonly used and the one that most people use in polite company."</strong> He shook his head wryly. <br><br><strong>"Wine is not just used to initiate sex. That is a use, and it does often help lead to such situations, but you can drink wine and not end up having sex with somebody. It's an upper-class alcohol, a way to feel the pleasant buzz and lowered inhibitions whilst in more wealthy and refined company. Whereas a factory worker or an average man might have a pint of beer - a cheaper alcohol, mostly made out of crops like wheat or barley - wine is generally referred for a posh, fancy dinner, a formal party or an elegant celebration of some kind."</strong> He leaned forwards, resting an elbow on the table as he regarded her. He rested his chin just behind his hovering hand, covering up the bottom half of his mouth as he idled languidly. <strong>"You see, barley and wheat in particular have always been readily available to less wealthy members of society, since they were generally the ones who grew the crops. They're easy to grow, cheap to cultivate and you sell them in large numbers. Ergo, the drinks that you make from them are also cheaper and more accessible by the lower classes and castes."</strong> He reached over with his free hand and took the bottle of wine in his hand. <br><br><strong>"But wine? Wine is made with fermented fruits, mainly little juicy ones called grapes, though other ingredients can make their way in there. Apples, pineapple, blueberries, etc etc. These fruits were more 'exotic,' took more time to grow and cost more to plant and cultivate. In short, because they were higher maintenance, they were more expensive, so only wealthier individuals tended to be able to afford them...so wine, too, became a symbol of wealth and class."</strong> He took another sip, paused, then continued. <strong>"This wine, I believe, was made with Italian grapes with just a dash of blueberry and raspberry added in to give it a fruitier flavour. This particular vintage is supposed to be smoother, less noticeable with its tang but still just as strong as any other red. Whilst I doubt it will affect your constitution much - it was designed for humans, after all - I would still not risk drinking <em>too</em> much, just in case. I prefer my club sans drunken alien Princess."</strong> He gave her a sly wink. He didn't need to ply women with alcohol to get them to agree to sex with him, and honestly, he preferred them sober. A little tipsy, inhibitions lowered just a touch, but still able to make decisions and take part. They were so much more <em>active</em> then. He pushed the thought aside, for the moment. <br><br><strong>"But back to the topic at hand. Generally, you are correct. As often as wine is used to relax people at a formal event or celebration, it is often used by both men and women as a social drink at home to create a relaxing, romantic atmosphere. The general intention is usually to have a nice meal, have a glass of wine in private, then retire to the bedroom for more...amorous activities...though with your obvious charms, Princess, I doubt you'd need any such extra incentives for men to follow you wherever you desired."</strong> He laughed softly. <strong>"Certainly, you had me intrigued the moment you landed. I can't imagine that a bottle of wine would have made me <em>more</em> interested."</strong> His eyes wandered downwards over her curves once more in a brazen show of checking her out, over the swell of her chest, the dip of her waist as it disappeared behind the table, then back up. He flicked his eyes back up to meet her gaze once more and gave her a playful, teasing, suggestive wink. She seemed the type to prefer a direct admission of attraction over a couched implication, at the very least. <strong>"If you want, once we've finished this bottle, I can always send my staff to retrieve some more alcohol. We could always try a bottle of wine from my private collection, more suited to our...unique constitutions. Or, I could have one of my bar staff serve us a variety of different types of alcohol so that you can try some of the more common alcohol that humans enjoy."</strong> He spread his hand wide with a smirk. <strong>"Your choice. You are the guest, after all, and I want to make sure your welcome is as warm and <em>thorough</em> as I can make it."</strong> Besides. She was currently the most interesting thing in Perth, and if he had his way, she'd be the most interesting thing in his bedroom later, too. Yes yes, he was a Dog. Prince of excess and The First Sinner, remember?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>01-06-2019, 13:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thefappeningnew.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Jessica-biel_thefappening_2015_083.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kendra Saunders (Hawkgirl) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Green Lantern/Hal Jordan (Directly),&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Kendra Saunders had an interesting life, the last six months in particular had been rather something. At first she had been plagued by strange dreams, dreams of other lives which she had lead, as a Eypgption Goddess, a Pirate sailing the seven seas, a cowgirl in the wild west to name a few. Vivid dreams of been called a woman known as Sherya Hall, the Hawkgirl. Kendra was an archaeologist and ever since she was a little girl she had been fascinated by history, but it wasn't until a recent trip to Eygpt where she found a hidden tomb in the dessert where she encountered things from her dreams made flesh. She met a man called Fate, Doctor Fate, and he told her she was a reincarnated warrior goddess who could take to the skies. Sure enough as they battled their way through the tomb Kendra developed fighting skills she had locked away in her memory not to mention two large wings which sprouted out of her back whenever she became stressed ore angry. She was the Hawkgirl and she was put on this Earth to fight for injustice. Kendra had escaped the tomb with Fate and the strange magical Doctor told her that her time was coming before disappearing. Since she returned to her home of Coast City she had buried herself in her work back at the Coast City Museam, but she had emotionally withdrew from her friends and co workers. How could they possibly know what she was going through? This secret she had to keep hidden. She was aware the world had changed, ever since 2012 and the arrival of the Superman followed by the Justice League it was clear they lived in a world where Gods were among them. But Kendra was not one of them, how could she be? This was a woman who`s guilty pleasures were chocolate ice cream and Keeping up with the Kardashians. Who went to zumba class and enjoyed nights out with her girlfriends and chick flicks and going antiquing. Suddenly her world was blown and her perception of herself shattered. <br><br>But over the last two months she had been secretly going out at night as the Hakwgirl, suiting up in the body armour she found back in the Eygption tomb swinging that dam ancient mace she found and hunting down thieves, murders and rapists. Coast City already had one meta hero in the Green Lantern but now he was having support in the shadows in the form of the Hawkgirl. Kendra was so confused, why did it feel so good when she suited up? Was that who she truly was? Was her entire life as Kendra Saunders a lie? Most of her family had passed on now, only her mother was still alive as well as her aunt and a few cousins. Her farther died when she was little, she felt so lost since her left her life and now that hole in her heart seemed to be filled whenever she became the Hawkgirl, but she was afraid of this&nbsp; alter ego because she felt she was loosing herself in it. She had searched to try and find this Doctor Fate who clearly knew more about her then she knew herself. He too was another urban legend but actually finding him was a lot harder then she hoped. She decided to take the night off tonight, to try and regain some semblance of normalicy and she was actually going out on a date. <br><br>Kendra may have memories so vivid of the ancient times but she was still a young woman living in 2019. So she used Tinder the most typical dating app one could use now. She had swipped on a hottie pilot called Hal, Hal Jordan. She liked his profile, he had a nice smile and warm eyes and something abut him just drew her to him, like she had no control over it. They had agreed to meet at a bar near the airfield called Benny`s. It was a typical all American Bar and grill as Kendra walked in (she got a taxi as it was alittle out the way) She was dressed causal but sexy, she took a deep breath before entering the bar. She needed this, she needed to do something normal and keep all thought's of Sherya out of her mind. Her sexy pilot date wasn't here yet, she had great vision and she scanned the bar for him at the door. She walked up to the bar catching the attention of a few of the male patrons as she did, when she got to the bar she ordered a double gin and tonique as her poison of choice. She took a seat on one of the bar stools and sipped her drink through a little black straw as she waited for her date. She just hoped she would loosen up and enjoy herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>02-06-2019, 02:20:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://brideandbreakfast.hk/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/RyanReynolds_groom_style_003.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Hal Jordean [Green Lantern]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer and tie<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendra Saunders [Closed]<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>It's hard to believe that its been a year, well fourteen months, since Abin Sur crash landed his starship in the Californian desert. Everything had changed for Hal that day as the green energy suddenly enveloped him and he was being whisked away towards something unknown. He wasn't afraid, he'd left fear behind a long time ago when he had to watch his hero and the man he idolized Martin Jordan, his father, crash the prototype Ferris Aircraft plane he was taking up. His father died that day right in front of him. After the funeral his mother and brothers were done with planes and the risks involved in being a pilot. Hal wasn't, they'd argued long and hard and the day his 18th birthday came up Hal was at the Air Force recruiters office before it opened.<br><br>He came back from serving and eventually made up with his brothers Jack and James, who both got into politics. Jack as Coast City's District Attorney and James as one of the mayor's aides. His mom Jessica, still wasn't happy that upon his return to Coast City Hal took a job with Ferris aircraft. It was too much like some deadly deja vu to her. She really wouldn't have been happy with Abin Sur when he selected Hal as his replacement as a Green Lantern for Sector 2814 working for the cosmic entities known as the Guardians. She would have liked Kilowog though, his drill sergeant in the Lantern Corps was as descent as they came. Sinestro--yeah, he was another story. Not to say that he wasn't a great teacher, Hal learned a lot about using his power ring from Sinestro. Kilowog taught more of the 'soft skills', the hand to hand combat, Lantern protocols, space law enforcement and investigation--things like that.<br><br>When he returned to Earth after a month long sabbatical to train, Hal had to rework his brain to deal with the parts of his life that were 'normal'. Being a Lantern was an amazing adventure. It satisfied his heroic drive and he knew he was making a difference in the lives he was saving. Unfortunately between being a Lantern and being a test pilot, there was almost no time for being Hal. He took some steps to try and balance his work/life ratio. The first thing he did is tell Thomas Kalmaku, his mechanic about him being a Green Lantern. He realized it was getting silly to constantly duck out mid conversation or pointing and saying 'what's that' when he had to fly off. Tom became an even better friend once he shared this secret, helping cover for him with Carol, his boss.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/07/09/34/0709342b0a920380100ccf6cd9387051.png)</div>The next thing he did was get involved in his brother's lives a bit more, which really worked out to him saving Jack a lot from all the enemies he made as the DA. Then, he got himself a puppy, Hal needed something to care for, something to come home to every night instead of always patrolling. He named her Jade, because of her eyes; not because everything had to have some green theme in his life. Tom looks in on her since they live close to each other, when Hal's life becomes a little too crazy. Jade's been great as far as keeping him sane most nights.<br><br>He tried dating Carol, that sort of failed miserably and dating your boss is not great for job security. He even allowed his brothers and other friends to set him up on dates. It's hard to ask for a second date when you have to fly off before desert though. Tom created a Tinder account fro him because Tom was that kind of problem solver. Hal was pretty much going to ignore it telling Tom as much when he got swiped on half way through his speech. He was about to go into how it was probably 'an older..' before he could really put his foot in his mouth with some kind of ageist stereotype Tom brought up the young woman's profile. "Or she's a stone cold fox." "A stone cold what?" Tom raised his eyebrow and sighed then typed in the idiom and googled it for Hal. "Some one who is really hot or "super fine" someone who is cute or gorgeous or good looking. an attractive person."<br><br>Hal took another look at the persons, Kendra's profile. Tom was right, she was hot. He swiped right and made plans for Benny's. It has some of the best food around these parts and just felt more on the casual and day to day part of his life. First dates were always about introductions and seeing of there was any chemistry. Benny's would serve as a backdrop as well, this was very much a part of his life; the parts he could talk about. It was sort of funny that describing being a test pilot and risking your neck on prototype planes was an easier to pick, than flying through space or facing the evils that threatened humanity. It was what it was and it would take a special kind of woman to accept both parts of his life.<br><br>Tonight, the plan was to try and be himself and just enjoy the company of a beautiful lady over some pleasant conversation and good food. Benny's was most casual, people dressed like they all were Top Gun fans, with aviator glasses and jackets wearing blue jeans and white t shirts. Hal was sort of old fashioned in some things. He believed in making a good first impression and that involved making an effort. Blazer and tie, dress shoes instead of sneakers, light on the cologne instead of the guys who seemed to bathe in Axe spray. <br><br>He drove out in his &nbsp;Dodge Challenger (https://img-new.cgtrader.com/items/30283/b9707b5653/large/1971-dodge-challenger-r-t-3d-model-low-poly-c4d.jpg), it was old-like his dad's first car old and Tom had helped him restore it. It wasn't hard to pick her out the moment he walked in. Prettiest girl in the place, sitting at the bar wearing a sexy little number that hugged her curves. Well, she made a fine first impression herself. Half the guys at the bar thought so too. They were working on their liquid courage to try and&nbsp; approach her from what he saw. Hal walked up to her in with his normal military bearing. He has to take a breath and force himself to relax as he exhales. This wasn't a mission, it was a date. "<strong>Hi, I'm Hal. You must be Kendra, you look wonderful.</strong>" he complimented her. It was an easy compliment to make since it was true instead of just something nice to say.<br><br>"<strong>Want to grab a booth? The food here is amazing and I'm not sure that I want to share you with everyone who is trying hard not to gawk at you...that's right, I see you Rob and Jimmy.</strong>" he says gesturing at one of the empty booths that are away from the two guys he glanced at for a second. "<strong>Pete...an Old Fashioned please and another of what the lady is drinking.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>03-06-2019, 02:32:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ main floor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><br><hr><br>With a silent ‘oh’ gesture, Koriand’r acknowledged the proper wording for ‘the coitus’ by Human definitions, although ‘the sex’ just didn’t have quite the same ring to it, in her opinion. Still, she made a mental note to try to use the correct terminology, especially in polite company, which meant she should probably start practicing within her current social situation, when next the opportunity arose. Given the current subject of conversation, she doubted that would take too long. First though, came the in-depth answers to her string of questions, wherein she was content to listen to Lucifer’s considerate explanations, knowing that she’d eventually return the favour when it inevitably came to him enquiring about Tamaranean culture in return. A deal had been struck, after all, but she did not mind sharing regardless of him making a point to ask for the cultural exchange.<br><br>The purpose of wine was easy enough to understand, and it compared fairly evenly to the uses of Tamaran’s nectar and ambrosia, until he started to explain more about crops and the segregation between class and caste. Granted, Tamaran was essentially governed by a Feudal System, but perhaps not quite as strict in comparison to Human standards and definitions? The entire concept of ‘beer’ and how it was suited to the ‘lower classes’ for example, did not translate as well to her, and so her attentive focus inevitably deepened into a gradually more confused frown. When he leaned forward, so too did she, as if she were expecting him to share some sort of secret. Similarly, when he lifted the wine bottle to inspect it, her gaze followed the motion. <br><br><em>Grapes</em>? The Princess made a mental note to try this fruit, along with apples, pineapple and blueberries. Many of the fruits on Tamaran were giant and lusciously juicy, so she was curious to see just how ‘little’ these grapes were in comparison. Her frown slowly eased though, as she started to understand and apply his explanation to the Tamaranean equivalent. Whilst it was not a complete mirror, there were no doubt wines which were only available to her Royal House and the noble households along with their select guests, either through gifted methods from the wider populace or via more specific trade. Similarly, the Warriors of Okaara tended to brew a honey-wine equivalent using grains, which she supposed would be comparable to ‘beer’. She liked to think though, that the entire planet had access to the Earth's equivalent of 'expensive wines'. She had witnessed the true caste society of Euphorix and their single, blood matriarchy which crowned a singular Queen in charge of the entire planet. It was easier to compare that society to Earth, along with the special boons she had received there as a Royal guest, which at times had made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. A brief reminder to her, that she was much happier with her freedom to explore the Galaxy, rather than be constrained to the throne. How ironic that she had essentially traded places with her sister, and they were both all the more happier for it.<br><br>When he put the bottle down, she immediately picked it up, and turned it in her grasp to reach the small writing across the label. Lucifer’s voice echoed the ingredients listed on the bottle, and though she did not understand what the ‘13%’ referred to, she did quirk her brow at Lucifer and his presumptions about her alien constitution. More so, the little ‘drunken alien princess’ quip brought a little smirk to her plum-painted lips. <strong>“Ah! You have experienced drunken alien princess here before?”</strong> She retaliated, partially teasing him back, but also partially curious. After all, if he hadn’t, then how did he know if it was a preference, or not?<br><br>Putting the bottle down, the perfectly <em>sober</em> alien princess, fixed her uncompromising gaze on the anomaly opposite, and it suddenly struck her like a lightning bolt that <em>he</em> must therefore be of a higher class, since he was in the possession of wine. Did Earth have Princes and Kings? Did it have noble families with greater responsibilities to their Royal Houses? Another question to ask him, but first, she noted that he was complimenting her charms followed by a far more direct confession. <em>Intrigue</em>? Well, that feeling was mutual, but the interest was far more brazen as she watched his eyes shamelessly travel over the geography of her body as though he was checking or even creating his own road map. Her own gaze, dipped down, as if to confirm that he had indeed, been particularly drawn to the swell of her breasts which she had a particularly good view of from above. <em>Interesting</em>. Was that his favourite part of a female’s anatomy? Would Human males be equally affected by the sight of her bosom? Her eyes slightly narrowed as he once again winked at her. Was that a gesture to invite intimacy, or ‘the sex’, as he called it? Or was it merely a signal of interest? Acknowledging his overall interest, her smile widened as he threw out invitation after invitation.<br><br><strong>“You have a very extensive alcohol collection,”</strong> she openly concluded, judging from all his invitations. <strong>“Then you must be from the upper-class. Perhaps later you may tell me more of your noble duties to these lands, and we shall test if you truly do not prefer the ‘drunken alien princess.’ That is, if your collection is capable of having an effect. I should remain sober though, so I may keep a focused mind. You are full of much fascinating information, and you did promise to show me an… <em>in-to-net</em> device? But I should also like to sample all of the alcohol, and the fruits that made the wine, and your… private collection.”</strong> <br><br>Grinning, Koriand’r decided to test ‘the wink’ to see if returning the gesture would perhaps communicate her own interest. He had certainly sampled some of her ‘private’ collection, of assets, which she now reciprocating with the very suggestive flicker of her gaze down the length of his torso. Though there was sadly not much skin to look at, she did pay attention to his clothing still, and with the canting of her head, she slowly tried to peel away the layers and visualise what he might look like underneath it all.<br><br><strong>“Why do you wear so many clothes?”</strong> Before her gaze even returned to his, she suddenly expressed her thoughts out loud. Her frown suggested that she was contemplating an explanation which she wasted no time in sharing with him with the return of her eyes to his at last. <strong>“You appear to be wearing layers of fabric. It is so… restrictive and unnecessary, I believe. Is it because you require constant protection? Ah! You said you are not of the Earth. Then, are you allergic to this planet’s atmosphere? Mm… but the others wear too much also…”</strong> She realised with a pensive sigh, and a side-glance to that same passing waiter, who was idly polishing glasses at the bar, waiting to be called over to the table at any moment. <strong>“On Tamaran, we are free to wear as little as we please, but to wear so much would be detrimental to our physiology. Are you ashamed of your bodies? Do you not enjoy the warmth and the wonderful feeling of the sunlight upon your skin? Oh! Lucifer, no… Please do not tell me you are allergic to your sun?!”</strong> That would be awful! But it also might explain why he’d fashioned the interior of his club to resemble that which he couldn’t properly experience outside?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>03-06-2019, 04:28:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- <strong>Lux Main Floor</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This Tuxedo</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>Lucifer had to admit that as her eyes followed his own in flickering up and down - taking a moment to give him an appraisal as he was doing to her - he allowed himself to momentarily bask in the attention. True, her eyes did not hold the teasing hunger that his own did, but it held something just as good. She had already remarked on his clothing once before, so apparently a lack of fabric was common on Tamaran (which pretty much ensured that it was on his to-visit list, if all of the women were even vaguely as attractive as Koriand'r here), so the slight hint of disappointment and confusion was obviously a result of said expectations; humans did wear a great deal of clothing, when you actually looked at it, so to a visitor who was used to rather less clothing, being unable to return somebodies visual attentions might well be disappointing. But there was an extra edge to those flickering eyes that made up for the disappointment; there was curiosity there, intrigue, and he could recognise from the way her eyes lingered and the way her lips parted ever so slightly that she was doing something that very many humans did to people they were interested in; in the absence of naked skin, she was <em>imagining</em> him naked instead. <br><br>She was looking at where the clothes hugged him and the very little that they revealed and filling in the details, making her own favourable assumptions, subconsciously adding in what she found desirable and what she wanted him to look like. She was forming her own expectations, and when - not if, <em>when</em> - he eventually disrobed for her, she'd be more inclined to be favourable with her conclusions. That was one use for clothing; it could make you look better than you actually were, it could hide the flaws that you thought you had and highlight what you imagined were your good parts, and suddenly...well, you felt a lot more confident, an confidence opened doors. Plus, in human society, the right clothes implied certain things and very many people took expensive clothes and well-maintained outfits as a sign of care and pride in your appearance. And if there was one thing that humans liked, it was knowing that people took the time to take care of themselves. Of course, a woman as naturally gorgeous as the Princess here would find that concept a little alien, but he imagined that after spending a few months on Earth, she would appreciate that sometimes <em>hinting</em> at something was far more effective than just <em>showing</em> it. <br><br>Walking around topless got you attention, certainly, but it was a shocked, scandalised nature. Walking around in a sheer croptop with a generous but not explicit amount of underboob, however? That got you the intrigued, flirtatious kind of attention that didn't have people calling the authorities. But how on Earth would he explain that to the Princess, of all people? Not easily, obviously. He chuckled softly, leaning back and allowing himself to spread out a little, pulling his suit tight with a flex of his chest and his arms, showing off his shape and solid body beneath the fabric of his clothing. He was halfway tempted to disrobe right there and then, but he was afraid that would give some of the members of his staff a bit of a heart attack, so...perhaps that was better left until they got into more private accommodations. To begin with, anyway. <strong>"Alas, in most parts of the world, Princess, Royalty and Nobility is more of an empty tradition than anything else these days. Most government officials are elected by the general populace."</strong> There were...exceptions, of course, as there always were, but they were few and far between...or otherwise not worth paying attention to. <br><br>He chuckled again. Of course, he would be considered nobility had he not rocked the boat and been cast out - Free Will only existed for the Mortals, it seemed; Angels had to kowtow and bow and scrape and grovel at Fathers feet - but explaining the nuances to her would take more time than he cared to spend on the subject. <strong>"I'm wealthy, which is effectively the same thing in modern human society. Though I suppose that you could also consider me a type of nobility, technically speaking. As I said...I'm complicated."</strong> He winked slyly, a dry little smile tugging at his lips. He had a feeling that she didn't quite understand the wink, but seeing such a coquettish expression on her face delighted him, especially along with the invitation that came along with it. Perhaps he'd enjoy the company of a slightly drunk and much more freely-tongued Princess after all. He'd have to be certain to take her to his room, though, just in case things got...rough. He still had to open that night, after all, and shattered tables did take a while to clean up. He lifted an eyebrow. <strong>"You're the guest, Princess. Your wish is my command. I shall make the necessary arrangements for your device as soon as possible...though I hope your drunken state is not too clumsy. I've had drunk humans in my establishment before, and they are far less physically able than you are."</strong> Well...maybe not "Command." He'd be the one in charge, if he had anything to say about it.<br><br>He chuckled again, and took another sip of his wine, moving on quickly. She was curious about humans and their propensity for clothes, then? Well, he would offer as quick an explanation as he could. He gestured for his staff to bring forth one of the fruit platters and a collection of alcohol from the bar as they talked, and the scrambled to obey; he didn't have guests very often, and they knew what would happen to their jobs if they screwed up on the occasion that he actually found somebody who engaged his interest. <strong>"As for humans and their clothes, well...you are somewhat correct, actually. It began with their frail bodies. Humans are shaped by their environment rather than the other way around, and the Earth has some extreme weather conditions. Humans are especially fragile and susceptible to intense cold, heat, too much exposure to the radiation from their sun, being too wet, being too dry...they break over the slightest of things, and clothes aid them in protecting themselves from the harsher elements. Over time, clothing became more normalised, and it became impolite and eventually taboo to be naked outside of the privacy of your own home."</strong> He scoffed at the primitive, quaint little idea, then paused and inclined his head begrudgingly.<br><br><strong>"But I must admit, their fashion does have its uses; humans form opinions based on clothes and appearance, and the right clothes worn in the right way can manipulate peoples perception of you. Take my clothes right now-"</strong> He gestured at his suit. <strong>"They are expensive, well made, and tailored to hug my body in ways that suggest what I have underneath and draw a mental picture...without being too scandalous. It provokes just enough wonder that people might want to peel it off and find out what's underneath. It makes me intriguing. This particular style of clothing is usually considered upper class, elegant and sophisticated. Hence why I wear it; that is what I want the humans to think of me. Besides...the right clothes can be comfortable and highlight the best parts of your body. You can use them to emphasise what you're proud of, and hide what you dislike about yourself. Humans are peculiar creatures - I would much rather be natural for a change, if only for the change of pace - but I suppose...their planet, their rules, no?"</strong> <br><br>He took another long draft of his wine as one of his staff members approached with a large platter of fruits; apples, pineapples, berries of various kinds, grapes, pears, the works. Along with it were a collection of glasses and bottles. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he offered Koriand'r a small smirk. <strong>"Of course, Princess, given the right circumstances and the right persuasion, perhaps I would be inclined to allow you to assist me in ridding myself of any unnecessary layers. I want you to ensure that your welcome to Earth is <em>complete</em> and leaves you <em>thoroughly</em> satisfied, of course."</strong> He saw the young lady placing the platter on the table go beet red with a strangled splutter before retreating, flustered and surprised. Was she knew? He reckoned so. Perhaps he shouldn't have been quite so wicked, but he couldn't help it; humans were simply too fun to tease! Besides...he was curious how the Princess would react. She was open and aggressive with her sexuality...so how would she respond to such a brazen invitation? Beating around the bush and teasingly suggesting things? That was not the way to provoke her into a more physical activity. She wasn't a prudish human, after all. She was a beast of raw emotion and instinct, a creature oozing with sexuality...and he was more than prepared to treat her that way. They didn't call him the Prince of Excess and the Father of Sin for nothing, after all!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>05-06-2019, 13:31:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thefappeningnew.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Jessica-biel_thefappening_2015_083.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kendra Saunders (Hawkgirl) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Green Lantern/Hal Jordan (Directly),&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Kendra turned around when Hal came up to her. He was even better looking in person then on his profile, and he looked pretty dam handsome on that profile. He introduced himself and Kendra smiled a genuine smile towards him, he smelled good too, she noticed that, ever since she had become the HawkGirl all of her human senses had been incredibly heighted as well as her strength and speed, oh and the fact when she was angry ore anxious she sprouted two large wings from her back. He suggested they grab a booth and Kendra nodded picking up her purse and getting off her stool, he said he didn't want to share her with the other guys who were looking hungrily over at her. Kendra laughed genuinely at this, there was something very charming about him, but something old fashioned, like a leading man in a black and white movie. She liked that about him, it felt comfortable and familiar in a strange way, maybe one of her many past selves had dated a man like this in one of her many, MANY lifetimes. He ordered a Old Fashioned and another Gin and Tonique for her. Kendra took a seat across from him in the booth. "I take it this is you're regular haunt? You seem to know everyone in here." Kendra commented as she looked across at the handsome Hal Jordan. He clearly was the kinde of guy who walks into a room and everyone takes notice, very likeable and affable it seemed. You could always judge a person by the company they keep her grandmother used to tell her and if that was true this Hal Jordan seemed like a good guy. Kendra suddenly felt a pang of guilt, here he was on a date with a seemingly normal young woman. Little did he know she was really the vigilante known as HawkGirl, that she was a powerful meta human. Maybe it was selfish of her to engage in this little dance. To try and still be *normal* when she was anything but. What kinde of future could she offer him? What kinde of dangerous lifestyle did she lead that couldn't suck in some collateral damage. Kendra knew in her heart of hearts it wasn't fair, but she was so dam lonely and she still her basic human needs that she couldn't ignore. Maybe she should move to Metropolis and try to join the Justice League, for they were more like her then anyone here in this bar. But she couldn't let go of the past, of Kendra Saunders, that was who she wanted to be, deep down that was who she was, not Shreya Hall the winged Thanigarian Warrior Woman from another world. Kendra finished her drink as she saw Pete the bar tender put their two drinks on a tray and headed over to their booth. "So you are a flyboy hu? Sounds amazing, nothing but you and the sky, must be such a release....nothing but you and the sky....I....imagine." She said relating to him more then maybe she should. After all no one but her knew how wonderful to felt to fly, to really fly when everything on the ground became too much. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>06-06-2019, 10:18:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://brideandbreakfast.hk/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/RyanReynolds_groom_style_003.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Hal Jordean [Green Lantern]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer and tie<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendra Saunders [Closed]<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Hall asked for a tab to be started since he had no idea how long they were going to be here and if she even would like the atmosphere enough to stay and eat. He watched her move to the booth. You could tell a lot about someone based on a few different bits of information; body language was a huge give away, Kendra was confident and self assured. <br><br>She moved with the simple fluid grace of an athlete, that and she looked you in the eyes—another important fact. Most people avoided prolonged eye contact, it made them nervous to have someone staring back at them for any length of time, Kendra had that whole ‘eye of the tiger’ thing going on. She was alone, meeting a stranger in an out of the way spot but she didn’t seem ill at ease and he knew she picked up on the guys staring at her. To be fair, she was gorgeous and hot—managed to have both muscle tone and feminine curves and ass that was out of this world.<br><br>Hal forced himself to look up. She was a beautiful woman but that didn’t mean he should ogle her like she was some playboy model. He nodded to her question. “<strong>Yes, this is. I come here a lot for lunch and on some really long days for dinner too.</strong>” he answered swirling the drink in his hand before he took a sip. <br><br>He points at Ferris Aircraft just off into the distance. “<strong>That’s where I work.</strong>” he pointed out as he settled into the booth and moved a little closer to her. The last thing he wanted to be doing was yelling across a table at her. He preferred to speak in more conversational and intimate tones.<br><br>He chuckles at her use of ‘flyboy’. It sounded like something out of an old movie, he loved old movies. They were a lot less formulaic than what was going on now. “<strong>Yeah, I’m a fly boy like my father before me.</strong>” he answered. “<strong>Joined the Air Force, I did two tours of duty and then when I was discharged I came to work for Ferris as their lead test pilot.</strong>” he answers her question in full.<br><br>“<strong>Flying is amazing there are few experiences or sensations that can compare with soaring through the skies, especially if you go really fast.</strong>” he says with an easy smile. “<strong>The ground goes a bit hazy and blurs, even through a plane you can feel the wind resistance on your wings. It makes you want to soar and twist and dive. It’s a freedom like no other…</strong>” he related to her, totally getting into his passion. <br><br>“<strong>Have you ever flown…not commercial but something a little smaller where you can actually feel the turbulence?</strong>” he asks taking another sip of his Old Fashioned. Part of him wanted to offer her a ride. Carol would have a bird of course because of insurance liability and all that.<br><br>“<strong>How about you? What do you do? Or did you just take this date so you could become a flygirl?</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>06-06-2019, 22:05:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thefappeningnew.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Jessica-biel_thefappening_2015_083.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kendra Saunders (Hawkgirl) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Green Lantern/Hal Jordan (Directly),&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>He pointed over at ferris Aircraft out of the window and said that was where he worked. Ferris air was&nbsp; the biggest air company in the sky. They had overtaken all the big American airlines and dominated the world of aviation. "Impressive Mr Jodan." Kendra said with a warm smile. He said that he joined the air force like his farther before him, so it ran in the family it seemed Kendra nodded in agreement and sipped at her second Gin and Tonqiue, she probably shouldn't get too blathered on her first date. Her family were all but gone, she was so dissconected and totally alone, sure she had some good friends, but ever since she found out what she truly was she had to lie to them. Something she was riddled with guilt over. Turns out he id two tours of duty before becoming a flyboy, interesting, so he had military training. The fact he could take care of himself was a realif to her as she found her life had become so much more dangerous since she became the Hawkgirl. So having someone in her life who could fend for himself was something she needed. But she couldn't get too serious with him, with anyone, her life didn't work like that anymore. He asked her if she had ever flown something smaller? Not commercial? oh if only he knew she had been flying for the last few months with wings, that she needed need a plane to know the rush of Adreneline he was describing. "Yes, yes I have when I was studying in Egypt. You kinda take youre life into youre own hands out there. But I know what you mean, when youre so high up it feels like you can touch the sky. Makes you wonder how these sueprheroes feel dosent it? like Superman and Wonder Woman? These wonder's of the world. Like Gods really. I guess all we mere mortals can do is enjoy the occasional adreline rush in a fast car ore plain right?" She said as she chewed down on two of her ice cubes and rolled them around in her mouth. Hal really was good looking, she liked his voice too, it had a smoothing quality to it. He asked her what she did ore if she was just on this date so she could be a *flygirl* Kendra laughed and leaned back in her leather seat. "Lots of girls like that hu? The boomer jackets really get them going hu?" ironically Kendra had memories from World War one and Two, bits and pieces from her other lives and she knew the effect a handsome pilot had on the ladies. "Im an archaeologist. Specializing in Eytpion History and cultre. I now work at the Keystone City museum. My days of *Lara Crofting* it across the globe are behind me im afraid. I still miss it....Egypt...felt like a second home you know?" She said as she looked down at her glass and trailed her fingers over the rim of the glass. Part of her would always be drawn to Eygpt but she knew for now she was needed in America. She couldn't explain why but that was just what she felt, like destiny was calling to her and she couldn't ignore the call no matter how hard she tried. "So, Hal Jordan....what do you look for in a lady friend?" She asked him been rather direct. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>07-06-2019, 07:19:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://brideandbreakfast.hk/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/RyanReynolds_groom_style_003.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Hal Jordean [Green Lantern]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer and tie<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendra Saunders [Closed]<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Hal shrugged when she said it was impressive. “<strong>I just work there. The boss types deserve all the praise. The push the papers and crunch those numbers and count some beans or something. They just let me fly stuff.</strong>” he jokes. <br><br>Hal wondered what Kendra’s reactions would be to meet an alien or seeing a new planet. As a Green Lantern he didn’t suffer from fears or anxieties—and with his ring he could all but move planets. He was all but sure he could keep her safe barring an all-out alien invasion.<br><br>There were more than two dozen planets he visited but it wasn’t exactly like he could take pictures and show them off. She seemed smart, strong and confident. Maybe if things went well, because he really did want them to go well with Kendra, he could take her to someplace else for one of their dates.<br><br>“<strong>I’ve never been to Egypt.</strong>” he notes. “<strong>So, what exactly did you study? Was it like history and a side course in mummy’s, curses and the Book of the Dead?</strong>” he cracks a smile. “<strong>Or was it more about ancient architecture, history and anthropology?</strong>” he may have been a joker, but Hal had a very decent education thanks to the Air force and he liked to read.<br><br>“<strong>How do superheroes feel when they fly?</strong>..” he ‘wonders’. “<strong>I’m guessing the majority of their time they are only flying when they are chasing down a super villain. I’m not sure they take the time out to appreciate something like the sky—maybe their extraordinary gifts.</strong>” he figures. “<strong>I’m sure they have normal lives to lead with bosses, car payments, mortgages and groceries—and now I’m picturing Batman stopping into a supermarket and buying some protein shakes and prune juice.</strong>” he says with a chuckle. <br><br>“<strong>I don’t know about Gods. Thinking of yourself like that may lead to some really questionable moral dilemmas. They have a calling or maybe even a destiny, that they answer, a code they live by—it must suck if they buy tickets to the movies and something happens.</strong>” Hal mentally scolds himself for putting that out there. He was on a date—a fun date with a beautiful woman. Let sleeping dragons lie.<br><br>He snorts when she pokes fun of the whole stereotypical Top Gun version of pilots and the groupies that seem to be attracted to them. “<strong>There is a certain appeal about a man in uniform—so I hear. Especially if they are in shape and well endowed…</strong>” he leaves that hanging for a bit. “…<strong>with courage.</strong>” he adds in watching her face as he flirts with her.<br><br><strong>“You’re Lara Crofting days are over…damn, I think you’d look good in tights, showing midriff and wielding weapons.</strong>” he says and takes a gulp of his drink and looks around. He knew the menu here but wanted Kendra to take a look as well. “<strong>Yeah, I know about the whole second home thing.</strong>” he admits. He’d spent a lot of time on Oa training and learning from Kilowog and the other Lanterns. <br><br>Hal almost stopped drinking when she asked him what he looked for in a lady friend. He kept going glad he had nerves of steel. “<strong>A lady friend you say…well, firstly I’m going to be honest. You check a lot of the boxes on my internal list.</strong>” he leaned in and whispered, so she knew she was doing very well.<br><br>He snorts. “<strong>I’m kidding I don’t have a list. I …sort of have a bunch of notions about what I should feel like when we are together.</strong>” he admits.<br><br>“<strong>I like sassy, strong, athletic, brave…but can still be soft and fun when they let their guard down. A sort of ‘never give up’ and ‘higher, further…faster’ …ok, it seems my time in the air force has affected me more than I thought.</strong>” He sips his drink staring right at Kendra. “<strong>Independent but wouldn’t mind me holding the door for them or other attempts at being a gentleman that I can muster. An explorer…oh…and she’d have to be good with my dog.</strong>” he sums up what he looks for. Everyone wanted to be with someone beautiful so he just sort of figured that was a given.<br><br>“<strong>I guess its your turn. What do you look for in a lady friend?</strong>” he says almost seriously. “<strong>Ok I meant a guy.</strong>” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>10-06-2019, 21:24:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thefappeningnew.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Jessica-biel_thefappening_2015_083.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kendra Saunders (Hawkgirl) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Green Lantern/Hal Jordan (Directly),&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Hal played down how impressive it actually was that he was a pilot, which showed a humble side to the handsome man. Kendra liked that about him. He said he had never been to Egypt, it was moistly a destination for history buffs and she appreciated that. He then asked her what part of the history she studied and almost hit the nail on the head when he joked about Mummys and Curses and the book of the dead if he only knew she was the reincarnated spirit of a Egyptian Queen. "A little of everything I guess, I covered a lot of bases as it were." She said trying to sound as casual and none shalaunt as she possibly could. Hal then anerliezed the psychology of a *Superhero* and said he didn't think they should aspire to be like Gods. Which was something Kendra agreed with given she had met actual Gods and it was not a pleasnet experience. She may be Hakwgirl but she still needed to retain her humanity, hence her keeping her job and been out on this very date with him. Hal was so dam charming it was hard not to have a permanent smile plastered on her face as he talked to her. He then joked about men in the flight uniform been well...endowed with courage. That sent a shiver down her spine at the very thought. He was such a tease and she loved it, it was a attractive quality in him to which she was finding many. He then joked about her Lara Crofitng it across the globe. "I did cosplay as her once in college you know...." She teased seeing how he responded to a woman who could knock It back as good as she got from him.&nbsp; &nbsp;He then sincerely told her what he looked for in a woman and on paper she checked all those boxes. He then joked and asked her what she looked for in a *Lady Friend* aka Guy Friend. She leaned over the table seductively at him. "Courage." She said referring to his previous joke and winking. She leaned back and flipped through the menu but didn't read anything really, it was more of a shadow gesture. "I just want to be with someone decent. Who can make me laugh." She said as their eyes met once more. Oh it was on, she wanted him and she wanted him BAD, but she was able to keep her self restraint. He had said he had a dog and she had seen pictures of such on his Tinder. "Tell me all about youre Dog. I love animals you know...I really do." She said as she finished off her second Gin and Tonique in one big gulp. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>10-06-2019, 21:46:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ main floor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><br><hr><br>It was obvious that Lucifer had noticed her straying eyes, particularly as he leaned back to purposefully grant her a better view of the fabric of his suit straining against his torso and biceps. Yet it was also obvious that Koriand’r possessed no shame whatsoever to her prolonged staring, especially as she took a moment longer to appreciate the ‘T’ zone of his torso. She wondered if his flesh would be soft and squidgy to the touch, or firm and roughened, like coarse leather. Did he have nipples, and how many? Was he marked by any scars or blemishes? Was he covered in hair or was he completely bare? Judging from the fair but very short mane on his head peppered with strands of silver, coupled with the shorter bristles across the lower half of his face, she found it difficult to picture his body entirely devoid of any further hair. It was impossible for her spacesuit to hide the expansion of her chest too, as she inhaled a deeper breath to the mental image that played in her mind; of pulling his strange clothing apart down the middle, so she could see and explore the truth of his concealed form. <br><br>Instead, the sound of his voice eventually recalled her gaze very lazily back to his blue hues, or rather, it was the fact that he’d once again referred to her as ‘Princess’, that her relaxed thoughts had been ruptured somewhat. Had he even called her by her proper name yet? The realisation sharpened her gaze slightly, but it was his explanation of the planet’s governance that truly made her frown. <strong>“The… populace, decide?”</strong> She echoed him, not because she didn’t understand what ‘populace’ was, or the basic concept or democracy, for that matter; but rather, because the concept of being ‘elected’ rather than born into leadership, still seemed quite strange to her. Granted, the populace had technically chosen <em>her</em> over her unfavourable sister, but that had been an exception to the general rule of thumb. It was not the first time though, that she’d encountered a non-feudal system, so it took her only a moment to make a comparison which she deemed accurate enough. <strong>“Ah! You are much like the Karnans!”</strong> Granted, their structure was far more Militaristic, but it suited the concept or leaders being <em>chosen</em> rather than born. <strong>“Hm… or perhaps, the Dredfahlians?”</strong> She thoughtfully added, though more as a side-thought to herself than a point of discussion.<br><br>Koriand’r inevitably frowned a fraction more though, as Lucifer explained that he was a ‘type’ of nobility and, once again, ‘complicated’. The wink blurred his meaning, as she was caught between feeling frustrated by his ongoing mystery, and uncertain about the purpose of the repeated gesture. Why was he choosing to withhold information? A trust issue, perhaps? Then she would have to true a little harder to gain his favour. <strong>“Perhaps you would not be so complicated if you were to paint a bigger picture,”</strong> she retorted in a quieter voice lined with both agitation and an air of melancholy disappointment. After all, it was considered quite rude on Tamaran to be so secretive and withdrawn. Complications were rare when the Tamaraneans generally wore their emotions on their sleeves, and happily shared their thoughts to avoid intentionally causing any unnecessary confusion or discomfort. She was not used to dealing with such a closed book, and whilst the mystery or the locked pages was holding her intrigue, it was also starting to become quite irritating. At the same time, she knew that it might be rude of her in return, to intrude upon an alien’s privacy so soon, but surely a little nudge and encouragement to be more open with her wasn’t a bad thing? <strong>"I know it must be very frustrating to meet an alien, but I can only promise to try my very hardest to understand you, even if I do not immediately interpret your meaning."</strong><br><br>Apparently, the one thing he was being <em>very</em> open about, was the airs and graces afforded to royalty. <em>Again</em>, with the insistence of the ‘Princess’ title! In an effort to be polite, she tried to hide behind the tilted rim of her wine glass, but the lengthier sip paired with the agitated tap of her toe, was more than enough evidence of her unsettled emotions. She was mostly judging herself though, and ultimately regretted introducing herself so formally to him, even though it had mostly been force of habit and an effort to be polite. In spite of that, whilst she wasn’t the type of royal to make ‘commands’ or ridiculous demands of people, she wasn’t exactly against the idea of being a ‘guest’ either, for as long as she was welcome. As for being a clumsy drunk though, the golden alien gave a little chuckle. <strong>“You need not worry yourself, Lucifer. I have not been hazardously intoxicated since my fortieth birthday,”</strong> she admitted, almost a little bit sheepishly as she recalled the somewhat embarrassing ramifications of that particular event. <strong>“And I would not wish to jeopardise your good opinion of me when we have only just met,”</strong> she added with a slightly more playful glint to her eyes. <br><br>It was with greater intrigue that Koriand’r listened to her host explain the purpose of Human clothing, and she was initially actually quite surprised to find that her assumptions had been somewhat correct. With her pout forming an expressive little ‘o’ shape, she leaned forwards, practically hanging on Lucifer’s every word as she propped her chin on her folded hands. <em>Extreme weather?</em> That sounded exciting! Though, also a little unfortunate, that Humans should struggle to survive without breaking on their own home planet. As for fashions, his gesture easily invited her gaze to dip back down to his suit, and her brows lifted a little. So then, Human clothing was supposed to be intriguing and openly invite attention? Especially to certain parts of the anatomy? In that case, it would not be considered rude to stare? Her expression brightened with a smile as she believed she was starting to understand the clothing and fashion agenda. Whilst it did still seem to be a lot of unnecessary effort, in her opinion, she did slowly nod in agreement to the expression of ‘their planet, their rules’. She also started to wonder which part of the female anatomy would be best to emphasise, especially if she was to make a more conscious attempt to integrate more with Human society or, at the very least, try their fashions at least once. <br><br>Looking to the approaching waitress, Koriand’r stared very openly at the woman, and the clothing she was wearing. It looked so… <em>bland</em>. The monochrome black and white was not very appealing to her, and the only skin being shown was her arms, hands and face! Frowning, the Tamaranean leaned around to get a look at the rather short woman’s rear as she placed the tray on the table. <em>Oh</em>… were all Humans so <em>flat</em> in that department? She was also so very thin, and whilst her apron emphasised a very small waist, Koriand’r worried that the slightest gust of a strong breeze might actually blow the poor creature over! Having placed the tray down though, the young human woman suddenly seemed very conscious of the attention being placed on her, and Lucifer’s words didn’t exactly help either. Smiling at him, she’d soon forgotten all about her analysis of the human woman and was slowly getting excited about the prospect of his suggestive words, coupled with the very colourful array of what looked like various kinds of fruit.<br><br><strong>“You wished for a cultural exchange, yes?”</strong> She perked up slightly, eye lighting up as ideas were rapidly processed in her mind of her to encourage his little proposal. <strong>“Perhaps, if I were to sample the rules of <em>this</em> planet, then you might try to sample the rules of <em>mine</em>. I would be happy to accommodate your desire to be more ‘natural’, with adequate direction.”</strong> Slowly, she grinned at him, and just in case it wasn’t already obvious, her gaze very bluntly flickered down the length of his torso again. If her eyes had the power to physically undress him, then the buttons of his suit jacket certainly would’ve popped open at that very moment.<br><br>Reaching for one of the red slices of fruit, which unknown to her was a strawberry, Koriand’r contentedly popped it into her mouth and, after taking a moment to close her eyes and enjoy the very sweet and juicy taste with a blatant vocalisation of her approval, she pushed her chair back and rose back up to her full height. <strong>“Tell me,”</strong> she began. Reaching for another strawberry slice, she licked her fingertips clean and held his gaze as she slowly moved around the table, purposefully leaving her sentence unfinished until she was standing beside him. <strong>“If <em>I</em> were Human, which part of the anatomy should my clothing highlight?”</strong> She was inviting him of course, to take a better look at her without the obstacle of the table in the way, but she was also at the same time, enquiring about Human females, using herself as an example.<br><br><strong>“And… Lucifer?”</strong> She added in a softer, gentler tone. <strong>“You do not need to call me ‘Princess’ or be so polite with me. Please, call me Koriand’r, for that is my name.”</strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>11-06-2019, 04:27:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia -- <strong>Lux Main Floor</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>This Tuxedo</strong> (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Koriand'r / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong><br><br><hr><br>Perhaps he was going a little too far in remaining cryptic and vague. He could see that the mystery was beginning to frustrate rather than intrigue her, and that was certainly not his intention; he had no problem revealing who he was to people - it wasn't like they could actually inconvenience him in any way other than mild irritation - but doing it on the first meeting felt...grandiose and boastful. He should be judged on his own merits, his own wit and charm, rather than the weight of his name and - funnily enough - if he led with his full name and list of titles, people tended not to trust him anymore. He had never once told a lie in all of his billions of years of history, he had never pushed anybody to do anything that they wouldn't do without his influence, he had never even so much as gone out of his way to give an innocent individual a <em>papercut,</em> and yet...well, most species who had any concept of heaven and hell always assumed that he was the bad guy. That he was out to hurt them or manipulate them in some way, and whilst...ok, yes, he did do a fair amount of manipulation, it was never malicious! He just ended up being bored, and wanted to find some entertainment. Nobody ever got hurt, did they? Ok, so, yes...sometimes, they did. But that was never his intention! <br><br>Really, could he be blamed for the inherently chaotic nature of the cosmos? He was responsible for a lot of things, of course, but the laws of causality and the inevitable entropy of the universe was not one of them. Blame his <em>father</em> for that. Free Will did end up throwing a monkey wrench in a lot of different works, one of them often being his perfectly innocent plans for entertainment. But with Koriand'r here, well, she didn't seem all that judgemental. She seemed to put great stock into self determination and she hadn't immediately recognised the name, so she hadn't yet heard the bad press about him. So perhaps she'd be more sympathetic than most others he met? He could only hope. A woman as intriguingly literal and innocent of human matters - and, of course, ravishingly gorgeous - did not just fall out of the sky every day, and he would be damned (ha) if he wasn't about to take advantage of the distraction. The problem was, frankly, that it was just a long story. Fifteen or twenty billion years was a long time to cover, and if she didn't have any concept of what angels and demons were, then he'd have to explain <em>that,</em> and the workings of Hell and the afterlife...really, it was just one big headache that he wasn't willing to get into on their first meeting. <br><br>It was pretty heavy stuff, after all, to go from flirtation to an existential discussion about the very fabric of the universe. He gave a little shrug, and even offered an apologetic smile. <strong>"You aren't frustrating in the slightest, my dear,"</strong> he said genuinely. In fact, she was a breath of fresh air; so refreshingly direct and to the point, unlike so many of the scared, frightened little taboo-obsessed humans that ran around him on a daily basis. He glanced at the waitress and noticed her flush at Koriand'r's obvious attention. Maybe he'd have to go over some basic human-expected civility rules with her at some point, but...not just yet. It would be fun to watch the humans get flustered at her direct nature, he reckoned, and if things got out of hand...well, that was his speciality, was it not? Causing and getting out of trouble? He smiled at the thought before continuing. <strong>"It's simply a very long, complicated and personal story. I assure you, I will tell you all about it one day, but it is not the sort of thing I feel like discussing upon ones first meeting, I'm sure you appreciate. After all, I could easily ask what a Princess of a far off - and far more fun-sounding - planet is doing on <em>Earth</em> of all places. I imagine that is almost as complicated in its own right, no?"</strong> <br><br>He wasn't certain, but...royalty didn't go to a far off backwater planet for no reason. Was she looking for something, or someone? Was she running? So many questions. She was as much of an enigma to him as he was to her, and he had to admit...he kinda got off on that thrill. He'd love to get off on other things about her, too, but that could wait. Though from her own returns of his gaze, and the way her eyes danced with mirth and excitement at his suggestion of a cultural exchange - was that what the kids were calling it these days - he imagined that it wouldn't take very long for them to be progressing to that point. A beautiful alien princess from a culture of open sexual freedom? Father, could this day get any better? He allowed himself a small laugh. <strong>"Who cares about a good impression, really?"</strong> He laughed, giving her a sly smirk. <strong>"I'd rather have a <em>fun</em> one. Or an honest one. Or both."</strong> Had she said fortieth birthday? And she spoke of it like some humans would speak of their 21st! So, Tamaraneans were rather long lived, he assumed, given that she didn't look a day over 23 by human reckoning. He wondered just how old she actually was? Not that he could throw stones in that department; he looked to a human like he was in his thirties (This time; he could assume whatever humanoid form he wanted, really) and yet...sixteen or seventeen billion years and counting! Really, age was just a number that lost all meaning after a certain point. He shrugged a little. No, he had a more important matter to consider as his eyes traced over her form again, humming in the back of his throat. She was apparently not appreciating his continued use of her title as a nickname? Did they not have nicknames on Tamaran? No, that wasn't it...they probably did, but humans had a habit of turning otherwise innocent words into rather naughty little comments. It was one of the things he loved about their languages, honestly, and he imagined that Kori here would appreciate it too. <br><br>He inclined his head. <strong>"Ah, of course. My apologies, Princess. I should have explained. On Earth, friends often give each other affectionate nicknames. One of such names - generally used in a more intimate and flirtatious setting by an older man to a younger woman - is 'Princess.'"</strong> He spread his arms. <strong>"Human naming conventions are odd, but I thought it an amusing jest. You are a princess, certainly, but it can also be used as an affectionate nickname for a close friend. I must say, I do like the idea of you being <em>my</em> Princess."</strong> He winked slyly. Well. Not a friend, really...more of a <em>lover,</em> but he was working on that. Maybe he'd show her the darker side of the internet at some point and figure out what it was that she liked. He could think of a few things he'd love to hear her call him, but...one thing at a time. He watched as she stood up and sauntered around the table towards him (after eating a strawberry in a way that was perhaps the only thing that might come close to giving him a heart attack!) and he allowed his eyes to rove over her body brazenly once more. <br><br>He tilted his head to one side, affecting an air of objective consideration...though the glint in his eye told her that it was anything but. <strong>"Well, Princess..."</strong> he mused, as if thinking hard. <strong>"There are four major parts that an Earthling female might want to show off."</strong> He lifted his hands to the edge of her spacesuit as if to demonstrate, his fingers alighting on the exposed flesh of the side of her thighs. His fingers were still hot to the touch, the pads grazing against her flesh. <strong>"They are parts of the body that human males in particular rather enjoy looking at. Their legs are a popular subject, for one, with good legs being shown off with short dresses and shorts. Yours, of course, would be the envy of any female I might care to mention."</strong> His hands drifted upwards, then, dragging over the flesh of her leg in the most deliciously slow, deliberate way he could manage. His fingers then danced backwards, over her hips, teasing at the <em>very</em> edge of her ass, not <em>quite</em> touching it...but getting oh so dangerously near to it. <br><br><strong>"Another popular area is their backside; whether large and round and thick or toned in a bubble-like shape, humans do enjoy a nice, well-maintained posterior."</strong> His hands pressed against her hips, turning her around on the spot...then, on a daring, flirtatious, insane impulse, his fingers slid over the edge of the curve of her ass. <strong>"Again...yours is truly a magnificent example, at least by human standards of beauty. On this, I can't say I disagree."</strong> He turned her about again, resting his hands on her hips, fingers playing along her flesh as he slowly stood to meet her eyes, looking down her body. One hand danced across the side of her waist. <strong>"Next...is their chest and their lips."</strong> He didn't touch either of those. <em>That</em> would be going too far. As open as she was, perhaps that was progressing just a touch too far in public. And if it wasn't...well, she'd let him know, and he could push that boundary a little further. <br><br><strong>"You, you lucky so and so, have absolutely astounding examples of both. Frankly, you would look good in whatever you chose to wear. If I had to pick a style to focus on...I would suggest finding clothes that compliment your frankly gorgeous skin tone, hug tightly to your hips and shoulders in order to draw attention to your breasts and your backside, along with showing as much leg as you can get away with. Your hair and eyes draw attention as they are, so all you need to do for makeup is apply the right shade of lipstick, and you'll easily be the most beautiful woman wherever you go."</strong> He allowed himself a small chuckle. <strong>"Though frankly, you could walk outside in a shapeless sack and you would still have men lining up to attempt to flirt with you."</strong> Now that would be a sight to see! He didn't doubt she'd make the sack look good, but a woman in a sack with a line of men swooning over her? That would be worth her weight in gold as an experience! <strong>"Though, perhaps we'll leave that experience for later. We'll need to find you some Earthling clothes to wear, which of course, I am more than happy to assist with."</strong> <br><br>He lifted a flirtatious eyebrow, a little amused glimmer in his eye as he stepped just a hair closer, his hands still on her body and the heat of his own radiating off of him and teasing at the pressure he could place on her with his rigid, muscular form. His head dipped a little lower, his voice lowering suggestively. <strong>"Whether that's before or after you instruct me on the 'rules and customs' of Tamaran, I'll leave up to you. I can be a little stubborn, though, so you might need to <em>repeat yourself</em> a few times before I learn them properly. But first...I believe it's time to introduce you to more than just wine. Mayhaps we'll find something strong enough to strike your fancy, hm?"</strong> His eyes sparkled with mirth as he leaned slightly away from her for a moment to reach across the table and pick up one of the alcoholic beverages. He handed it to her, then glanced at his nearby staff, gesturing for more glasses to be brought over. She wanted a cultural exchange? Well, they'd have one! He continued, then, to explain about the various human fashions, and began - in his head - planning for several shopping trips. They'd have to find outfits for her to wear whilst on Earth to blend in a little easier, after all, and if she wanted to explore Earths rules, then she had to experience them first hand. of course, he already knew what the price would be for such assistance, but he let her worry about that for the time being. As he poured her a different drink - explaining the difference between wine and rum - he took a sip of his own wine with a smile. Alcohol, shopping - with modelling, most likely - and flirtation with a gorgeous, sex-positive alien princess? This day was probably going to be his best day for a long, long time. He intended to relish every moment of fun he could extract.<br><br>Alas...with how much alcohol she ended up drinking, that was not <em>exactly</em> what happened. It was still entertaining, but not quite in the way he'd planned. Ah well...there was always tomorrow, after all. He was fifteen billion years old, <em>at least.</em> He could wait a little longer, non?<br><br><div align="center"><strong>~~ Fin ~~</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>11-06-2019, 19:42:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://brideandbreakfast.hk/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/RyanReynolds_groom_style_003.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> &nbsp;Hal Jordan [Green Lantern] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14884068#msg14884068)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer and tie<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendra Saunders [Closed]<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Hal felt things were going well between them. There was more than a little bit of sizzle in their chemistry, Kendra was leaning in and laughing at his jokes and even handled his teasing well. The dazzling smile didn't hurt either. When she said she covered a little bit of everything he was impressed. A lot of women downplayed their intelligence and accomplishments because men tended to have rather fragile ego's. Everyone loved Gabrielle instead of Xena; not him, he liked the warrior princess. Kendra managed to not boast but still assert she had a lot of smarts and perseverance; Hal had a very good idea of just how much history there was to study in a country like Egypt, never mind all the scientific and survival type skills. She was a very well rounded person but right now all that did was make her more sexy to him.<br><br>When she mentioned that she cosplayed Lara Croft that just made him picture her in different outfits. "<strong>Really? You cosplay? You know you can't just say that and not have me want to see you in your various outfits right?</strong>" She did have the lush curves that most female characters from games did as well as the toned muscles. He thought she was just into working out or martial arts or something. He wondered if she had any of her outfits still or was this something she had outgrown.<br><br>He grinned when she told him what she looked for. "<strong>Courage you say. Good thing I have plenty going on in that department.</strong>" he teased her some more. He smiled a the rest of her list. He was already making her smile and he knew his mom and dad raised him right. He felt the heat between them and was pretty sure if they weren't in a public place they'd be ripping each other's clothes off soon. <br><br>He smiled again when she said that she loved animals. Hal was an animal lover. He especially liked dogs and horses having grown up around them. "<strong>She's an all white half husky/half wolf. Because of her eyes I named her Jade. I've had her since she was a pup. She's independent, feisty and curious and likes to sing to songs on the radio. She's kept me sane since I was discharged from the Air Force. Sometimes going from war to peace isn't an easy transition.</strong>"<br><br>He orders them two more drinks and some water. The goal wasn't to get her drunk. He wanted to be with her because she chose him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>12-06-2019, 21:26:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thefappeningnew.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Jessica-biel_thefappening_2015_083.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kendra Saunders (Hawkgirl) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Green Lantern/Hal Jordan (Directly),&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Hal seemed to take notice when Kendra said she had cosplayed as the video game character Lara Croft. She saw the twinkle in his eye, maybe he was hoping Kendra was into kinky role playing. Which she kinda was, maybe it was all the mixed memory's of the past lives she had lead. None of her past lives had been boring by any stretch of the imagination.&nbsp; In some form ore another she had always been the Hawkgirl, fighting for injustice around the globe. So a character like Lara really spoke to Kendra when she was younger. "Sure, ive got costumes." She said coley seeing him react to her flirtations. Was Kendra been too forward with him? But life was so dam short, she knew that better then anyone and therefore she was making her intention's very clear with him. Hal seemed a very upfront kinda guy too and she liked that about him. <br><br>He gave as good as he got in terms of the flirting and provocative nature of their conversation. When she made her "Courage" remark he said that he had PLENTY going on in that department which mad her raise a eyebrow. So now they had their own little in joke between them, which was cute. <br>The way to a mans heart was often through his dog and Hal seemed to be no exception, she saw him really light up like a proud parent when he talked about his dog. Turns out he was the owner of a white half husky/half wolf. Because of her eyes he had named her Jade. Jade was a nice name and he said that he had her since she was a pup and she helped him tough getting discharged. She saw a vulnerable side to him when he said that and she could see he had taken an emotional beating been discharged. He ordered two more drinks and some water, Kendra vowed this would be her last gin and tonique as she didn't want to get&nbsp; drunk and blurt out she was the vigilant known as Hawkgirl. She really didn't want to scar off this great guy.&nbsp; "Animals see the best in us I think, ive never been able to have a pet, I didnt think it was fair when I was moving around the globe on experditions and now im permanently based here in Keystone...well....I dunno...I can work late you know." That was a major understatement. "So other then Jade, who im dying to meet by the way, what other family do you have? You Keystone born and raised like me?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>13-06-2019, 11:01:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://brideandbreakfast.hk/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/RyanReynolds_groom_style_003.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> &nbsp;Hal Jordan [Green Lantern] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14884068#msg14884068)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer and tie<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendra Saunders [Closed]<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr>It was more than a little sexy to hear that she still had some of her costumes. Being a very red blooded male his mind started picturing her dressed in her Lara Croft outfit first. Then he wondered what other females she decided to emulate and dress up as. Usually a cosplayer found something that appealed to them about a character, something they identified with. It often gave you a little insight to the type of person the cosplayer is. He saw a cop car drive by, it reminded him he was a lawman and could be instantly called away to solve some cosmic crisis.<br><br>As a Green Lantern he was the lawman for an entire sector of space. When you tell someone that, it sounds like its some kind of territory. What most people don't understand is how vast that territory is. The Guardians divided the universe into 3600 sectors. The math of that was still something he was trying to get. Eventually he just asked the ring to give it to him in a way he could understand what 'one sector of something that is infinite' is. The answer was that his sector of space contained just under 500 galaxies in it. <br><br>His mind went immediately back to Kendra. She was driving him a little crazy with her flirtations. She seemed to know exactly what to say to both get him past his reservations about how unfair being a superhero was to your significant other and how to speak to the animal side of his brain that made him recognize her as a very desirable woman. <br><br>He decided that he wanted to sit beside her instead of across a table from Kendra; so he scooted on over enough so that their thighs were touching. The waitress showed up with their latest round of drinks. Hal decided they would be the last bit of alcohol for him. Sure he could drink a lot more but he wasn't out with the mechanics from Ferris, he was on a date.<br><br>"Most days I don't think we deserve the animals that come into our lives. The moment they bond with us the love us with their whole heart." he says to the first part of her statement. "<strong>I can easily arrange for you to meet Jade. Tonight if you want.</strong>" he offers. Yeah, it was an easy excuse to get her back to his place but they were both sending out some major signals. He didn't want her to think he was just going to ogle her all night. "<strong>I was born and raised next city over. Coast City. My parents passed away a few years ago but my two brothers live here. My older brother Jack is the DA for the city. My younger brother Jim is still figuring it all out.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>We grew up on a farm. Dad had a few horses, always head out for a ride when I need a break from the city.</strong>" he answered. "<strong>How about you? What was growing up like in Keystone city for you?</strong>" He asks for a basket of fries. He didn't want to get stopped after having three drinks in him without some food to absorb this. Besides sharing food was always another good way to bond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PearlRuby</strong> on <strong>17-06-2019, 00:28:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <strong>Koriand’r</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday <br><strong>Location:</strong> Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ main floor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lucifer / Closed<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> ---<br><br><hr><br>Generally, it didn’t take much to instil a sense of reassurance within a Tamaranean; especially one as emotive as the Princess of the First House. Like many of her ancestors before her, Koriand’r deeply valued genuine and very direct expressions. So, when Lucifer openly admitted that she wasn’t the slightest bit frustrating, she was likewise able to appreciate his honesty with a relieved and relaxed smile. His comparison was fair, and honestly, she hadn’t thought about it that way, until now that he’d pointed it out to her; but perhaps that was simply because she didn’t mind sharing certain details about her reason for coming to Earth? Certainly though, she understood and appreciated that some details were harder to share with new acquaintances. The murder of her parents and younger brother, for example, would be a very difficult memory to revisit. Similarly, very few souls within the universe knew the truth and the intricacies behind her years of enslavement at the cost of her sister’s rise to power.<br><br><strong>“Yes, you are right…”</strong> She openly admitted having taken that frowning moment to consider his reassuring words, and trailing off a little forlorn afterwards. <strong>“I did not consider the complications of my own story, and for that, I am sorry.”</strong> She was not downcast for long, however. In fact, she perked up at what felt to her like a more heartfelt moment, and an invitation to ‘bond’ even further with this new acquaintance. This new ‘friend’? <strong>“I will look forward to the sharing of our stories when we are both more comfortably acquainted, Lucifer Morningstar.”</strong> As soon as the compromise left her lips, she already felt much happier with the arrangement.<br><br>Fun <em>and</em> honest? Now he was <em>really</em> talking her language, which was all the more reason for her to beam at him expectantly, as though she’d just mutually sealed his promise to deliver on that ‘good impression’. Perhaps it would not hurt then to try <em>one</em> more Earth beverage, at least? The current flavour was not even making her tingle, and the glass was already half empty, which was not leaving her much hope for the rest. But first, a much-needed explanation as to why he felt the need to keep speaking so formally to her. Even his apology accompanied by the ‘Princess’ title yet again, caused the confused narrowing of her eyes. But… <em>Ah!</em> He was being… <em>affectionate</em>? Her expression eased slightly, although the concept of a Royal title being used so intimately seemed very strange to her. <em>Friends called each other ‘Princess’?</em> The Euphorians undoubtedly would have regarded that as an outright disrespectful insult worthy of execution, whilst even a non-royal Tamaranean wouldn’t dare use such regal titles so flippantly amongst the common castes. Seeing as she <em>was</em> a Princess though, she could hardly berate him when he was trying to be friendly, in his own, strange and Earthling ways. Actually, it was quite sweet that he already considered her a friend. In fact, the more that she considered his explanation, the more honoured she felt to already be deserving of a nickname.<br><br><strong>“Ah! Then it is a compliment!”</strong> She concluded, perking up quite a bit as she finally understood his reasoning. <strong>“Oh, but if I am to be your Princess, must I then call you my Prince?”</strong> Well, it was probably better than calling him her ‘anomaly’…<br><br>Koriand’r could debate over nicknames later though. There were far more pressing questions at hand right now, such as the Tamaranean anatomy versus Human preferences. She’d been sitting down for too long in her spaceship, so it was nice to get up and stretch her legs, and even nicer still to be afforded the objective appraisal of Lucifer’s diagnostic gaze as she towered over him. <em>Hmm</em>… Humans only favoured <em>four</em> main parts!? But on Tamaran, every part of the body was beautiful in its’ own right! The only thing stopping her from exclaiming out loud, was the gentle touch of Lucifer’s warm fingertips against the exposed flesh on her thighs. There genuinely wasn’t a single part of her body which she disliked, and it was unheard of for any Tamaranean not to love their own body. It was therefore always enjoyable to see which parts of her met the approval of others, and interestingly, Lucifer started with her thighs. Unsurprising, after all; she had encountered very few males who did not relish the idea of having their lover’s thighs wrapped around them, and she’d also be disappointed if that opportunity was not on this particular table too. At least, it was clearly obvious that Lucifer approved of her legs, which she gladly noted for future reference.<br><br>However, there were still three more parts of her in need of his appraisal, according to <em>Human</em> tradition, that is; and for a brief moment, she thought that the second might be her wide hips. Yet his touch continued to circle around her hips, until he was almost but not quite cupping two handfuls of her plentiful derriere.&nbsp; Honestly, she was a little disappointed, until he turned her around and traced over the curve of her plump ‘backside’, as he called it. Another affectionate term, perhaps? Grinning, she peered her shoulder at him, and arched her back to purposefully stick her butt out a fraction further, forcing and encouraging the more direct contact of his fingertips against her semi-exposed cheeks. The contact was short and sweet though, as he again used the leverage of her hips to turn her back round to face him. <em>What was next?</em> Koriand’r honestly had no clue, but it was becoming quite the exciting little guessing game. Now would it be her hips? Or her navel, perhaps? What about her shoulders and neck? The fact that he stood up, forcing her gaze to lift as their height dynamic was altered, added further suspense to the entertaining ‘game’. <br><br>And then, the final two features were revealed, and she grinned at how one of them at least, was <em>very</em> universal. Had she ever met a male who wasn’t obsessed by the mammary glands? Perhaps the bigger question right now was, did he have the gall to touch her <em>there</em> too? She stared up at him with curious expectation, trying her hardest to appear neutral rather than eager, in an effort not to influence his actions. She wanted to see how far he was willing to push against the boundaries based upon his own devices, although <em>technically</em>, he’d already enjoyed the touch of her lips. If he was willing to trace the outline of her butt though, then really, why did he not do the same to her breasts? Were Humans yet another species who placed value and reverence in the milk-producing glands? Well, that was <em>one</em> cultural difference which she’d gladly educate him on, and now seemed as good a time as any on that score. So, as he continued to offer her fashion advice by Human standards, proving how observantly he’d been admiring her features, she meanwhile slowly placed her hand over his and, whilst listening with unrelenting eye contact, <em>very</em> gradually guided his hand from her waist, up the exposed side of her torso. He’d no doubt feel the contraction of her ribs as the glide of his warm touch stimulated that sensitised, erogenous area, but the journey <em>– if he followed her lead –</em> stopped there, with his thumb brushing against the underside of her breast. A gentler smile reacted to his ‘shapeless sack’ comment, though she wasn’t so sure that she shared his sentiments on that account. <strong>“You are trying to flatter me,”</strong> she realised out loud, and the look in her attentive eyes was beyond proof that it was working.<br><br>An elated little gasp escaped her though, as Lucifer’s single step closer was accompanied not only by the warmth of his body but also, a subtle but sure glimpse of pressure against her hip which she was <em>not</em> expecting. <em>Oh!</em> He was much stronger than he looked, and suffice to say, despite her previous rejection, her arm had definitely been twisted now. One more drink couldn’t hurt, <em>right</em>? Besides, how could she possibly refuse when he was quite literally placing something very sweet smelling under her nose to tantalise her taste buds with renewed intrigue. <br><br><strong>“Strike my… fancy?”</strong> She repeated the very colloquial phrasing with a bemused expression, but a dulcet little laugh escaped her nonetheless from the combination of how silly the words sounded together, alongside her overall glee. Sitting opposite him at the table felt too starched and formal, so she was happy to be standing in closer proximity, basking in his warmth and lingering touches. Concerns over making a ‘good’ first impression were diminished as soon as she relented with a sip of the offered liquid, which was much thicker and sweeter than the previous wine, and had a slightly stickier texture. <em>Dessert wine</em>, he called it. <strong>“Yes! I like it!”</strong> Koriand’r instantly approved with eyes lighting up. <strong>“I would like to try more...”</strong><br><br>More wine, more rum, more colourful and assorted liqueurs… What could possibly go wrong?<br><br><div align="center"> <em><strong>~ FIN ~</strong></em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>19-06-2019, 13:09:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thefappeningnew.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Jessica-biel_thefappening_2015_083.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kendra Saunders (Hawkgirl) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Green Lantern/Hal Jordan (Directly),&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Oh of corse Hal said he could arrange for her to meet Jade Tonight of corse, the way to a woman's heart was through a gorgeous dog. Kendra was never the type of girl to go back to a guys place on the first date. So maybe she was dam tempted, by seeing this amazing dog and spending some alone time with Mr Jordan, he was so charming and handsome as all hell. She loved a adventure just like her grandfather Speed Saunders whom she had so much in common with, she got the distinct impression that Hal was the same way. Maybe that was why she was so drawn to him? Why they were getting on so well, because they both were thrill seekers and they saw that in the other. Hal told he actually grew up in the next city over which was Coast City, his parents were gone but he had two brothers, one of which was the DA of the city, which she imagined would be something to live up to. But from the way eh talked about his brothers she could tell they were close. She could see that Hal was a genuallly good guy and that was drawing her to him. <br><br>Turns out his family had a farm, which sounded ideal and something out of a Norman Rothwell painting. Kendra flinched alittle when he asked her about her childhood, growing up a city girl here in Keystone. "OH you know....not much to tell really....most of my family have passed on. Had a slandered education....fell in with the wrong crowd when I was a teenager. I was a bit of a Goth if you can believe it. But I turned it around by the time I graduated high school." She neglected to tell him how dark her teenage years had been. She had violent dreams and flashbacks to her previous lives and as a result it caused her mild psychological damage, by the time she was 15 she was drinking, smoking, having sex with a biker and cutting herself but one night when things got bad she was reborn. Kendra was 18 and tried to take her own life after her Grandfarther passed, she adored him and he was the only one who truly understood her. But after a failed suicide attempt she was reborn and she knew who she was ore at least she understood it, she continued her work looking into ancient Egyptian history and myth, she finished school and pulled herself together. <br><br>She had a better relationship now with her Mom, it wasn't perfect but it was better. She decided to let him in, what was the harm in that? "Im a only child. My dad died when I was four, a car crash, I don't remember him much, bits and pieces. Mom raised me with her farther my Granddad and his second wife Ellie. My actual Grandmother died in childbirth with my Mom." She paused sipping at her water. "I know, it sounds modelling but the Saunders family have never been blessed with luck, well, except me of corse, I've lived to fight another day. I mean im not a thrill seeker, I was when I was a teen but not know. I know how precious life is and I don't take it for granted. I guess, I've had abandonment issues, first my dad dying and then Granddad Speed when I was 18....Im used to people leaving and it not been their choice. I think I have a healthy view of life and death. I mean look at the world we live in now, nothing is the same after Superman and all these meta Humans popping up. Aliens, Amazons, Gods and Monsters. Its like were livening in the ancient times, but where as a lot of people are scared about it I embrace it...this brave new world actually makes sense to me." She said as she leaned back in her chair, a tad light headed from the Gin. "I love my family and im thankful for them. Even though we see thing's very differently. I think they finally respect me enough to know i`m going my own path. I mean....for me to take this job at the Museum and to stay in one place for a period of time.....that's growth I like to think. Im doing it to reconnect with my roots....I mean sometimes I miss jetting off to some exotic place in the world. But my family arnt going to be here forever and I need to appreciate that." She laughed at herself and brushed her hair back behind her ears as she looked at him. "Sorry...gave you rather the monologue there didn't I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2019, 03:27:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://brideandbreakfast.hk/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/RyanReynolds_groom_style_003.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> &nbsp;Hal Jordan [Green Lantern] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14884068#msg14884068)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer and tie<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendra Saunders [Closed]<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Hal found it interesting that she nearly flinched when he asked about her family. First dates were always a little touchy; some people were perfectly comfortable to bring up religion and politics, while others could barely talk about their childhood without it bringing their entire mood down. <br><br>Kendra clearly wanted to avoid discussions about her family and past, which was fine with him. He wanted to get to know and possibly date Kendra—not her mom or dad or cousins. He quirked an eye when she said she was a goth. Like a lot of people who didn’t understand the goth subculture he had his misconceptions of them before he joined the Air Force. He thought they were all basically overly dramatic attention seekers that lived on the fringes of society and wanted to emulate vampires as much as humanly possible.<br><br>“<strong>I knew a goth…several actually in the Air Force. He claimed the call sign Lestat and his friends had similarly themed monikers. Legosi, Elvira and Draven were some of the best pilots I ever served with. I can only remember their call signs because they were so proud of them. I underestimated them in a few ways. They weren’t brilliant, but they read a lot on the whole Victorian and Elizabethan age where their subculture was based from. I even went to a few concerts. Sisters of Mercy and The Cure. I was sort of surprised to like a lot of their music.</strong>”<br><br>“<strong>I could never wear the pancake makeup or dress in a skirt like Draven did but after getting to know them I realized how much I misjudged them. I thought, ok…based on their appearance alone, that they would be all angsty and emotional and they did admit that people sort of read about the extremes and figure that stood for everyone. They were just different from the norm, it didn’t stop them from being patriots or serving their country.</strong>”<br><br>He listened to her view on how superheroes had changed everything, and he shrugged. “<strong>I’m not sure anything has really changed.</strong>” he said. He swirled his drink. Normally on a first date, or any date really you tended to not want to disagree with your partner. Hal was always about being honest and speaking his mind.<br><br>“<strong>Whenever there has been a threat, a few good people have found it within themselves to not run from the looming danger but to stand against the wind and not accept the injustice they perceive. They inspire others and soon people like Stalin or Hitler weren’t able to strong arm everyone with their versions of nationalism or racial superiority.</strong>”<br><br>“<strong>Now with more aliens discovering Earth, the scope of the threat is bigger. It’s still the same bravery and sense of duty—Wonder Woman isn’t that much different a person than the heroes before her, she just happens to be an Amazon. Superman is just a big boy scout who happens to be an alien—Batman…ok, yeah he’s pretty scary.</strong>” <br><br>“<strong>I think you understand this new world because it’s calling out to you. Not everyone hears that call to bravery, to you it just makes sense that something needs to be done.</strong>” She was like him, he could have said no to Abin Sur, but he didn't want to. Someone had to stand up and fight. <br><br>He chuckled when she apologized. He loved it when women brushed their hair behind their ears, it was s distinctly feminine thing to do. “<strong>It’s ok, you weren’t monologuing your secret plan about how you were going to take over the universe like Sinestro did last week. You were just giving me some background details about how the woman in front of me came to be…you.</strong>”<br><br>Seeing how light headed she was he ordered some fries. They would only take a few minutes and absorb some of the alcohol they both had coursing through their system. “<strong>Tell me when you want to meet Jade.</strong>” he says feeling they could leave here any time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2019, 10:27:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thefappeningnew.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Jessica-biel_thefappening_2015_083.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kendra Saunders (Hawkgirl) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Green Lantern/Hal Jordan (Directly),&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br>Kendra listened as Hal spoke and she smiled at him as he did. He really did come across as charming and funny, a all in all good guy and she was finding herself really enjoying his company. Hal told her that he knew a goth…several actually in the Air Force. He claimed the call sign Lestat and his friends had similarly themed monikers. Legosi, Elvira and Draven were some of the best pilots he ever served with. She did find it rather funny herself to say the least given how serious she knew the airforce to be, infact all the armed forces had serious individuals working for them. She tilted her head to the left and listened to him talk, he had a soothing voice, all kindes of sexy and yes Kendra was not immune to it. She may be a reincarnated winged warrior goddess but she was also a normal 28 year old woman most of the time. <br><br>Jordan then joked with her saying he could never wear the pancake makeup or dress in a skirt like Draven he said he finally understood them and wasn't as judgemental with them. "Were all just human in the end hu?" Kendra said even though she herself was further from normal and human as one could get but still. He then lamented that the heroes of the world were maybe more human then legend ore at least that was he image they were trying to put out since they formed the Justice League. He then made a valid point that threats to the planet were getting much bigger and that required bigger and bolder heroes. Little did he know he was sitting opposite one of them this very instant. <br><br>After her long monologue he assured her she wasn't&nbsp; lecturing him and said something about someone called *Sinerstro* who she had no clue who he was talking about and frowned alittle as she chewed on her chips and whipped her mouth with a stray white napkin. She could tell by his expression he had said this to her without thinking but she wasn't going to pull him up on it. What was a Sinerstro? Sounded like some bad Saturday morning cartoon villain, she would google it on her phone on the way home. Hal then brought up his dog Jade again and said that she could see her whenever she wanted. So he was trying to get her back to his place, she was tempted all kindes of tempted. She hadn't been with a man in a good long while (since returning to the USA really) and&nbsp; she was finding this handsome pilot very alluring indeed. "Ok, why not tonight?" She said with suggestion in her voice. Maybe she did want him, maybe she wanted to feel something other then the loneliness she had to keep her warm at night. She knew ultimately she would have to break his heart but not just yet, she needed to&nbsp; feel something before then, she needed to have a piece of real life. She winked at him and leaned back in her chair reaching up and brushing her blonde highlighted hair over one shoulder giving him a real good view of her. If Hal Jordan wanted her, then he had her. At least for tonight anyway. Who knows what tomorrow would bring in her crazy life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>27-06-2019, 08:35:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://brideandbreakfast.hk/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/RyanReynolds_groom_style_003.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> &nbsp;Hal Jordan [Green Lantern] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14884068#msg14884068)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer and tie<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendra Saunders [Closed]<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>He munched on the fries letting them soak up some of the alcohol in his system. Kendra seemed like she was into some of his philosophies, which was good. Last time he tried going on a date all the girl wanted to do was try and compare him to Tom Cruise in Top Gun and ask him if he ever did an inverted flyby with a Russian. Kendra seemed to far more into understanding him...which made sense, she was a successful archaeologist. She was smart and beautiful. <br><br>When she summarized what he was saying "<em>Were all just human in the end hu?</em>" It made him chuckle. <strong>"I don't know about being human. I don't think that even matters really. I mean when you look at Superman and Wonder Woman, I'm sure there are a lot of young men and women who fantasize about those two pretty constantly. I know it wouldn't matter to me. I have to like you as a person; human, god, alien ...that's just where you came from. Not who you are.</strong>"<br><br>Which reminded him, he really wanted to ask Diana about some Amazon recipes. He was always into foods from the Mediterranean and an island full of women had to have a few good dishes. His attention went right back to Kendra. Diana may be a goddess but Kendra was the one he was having feelings for.<br><br>"<em>Ok, why not tonight?</em>" Well that got his attention. They were pretty heavily flirting and making innuendos at each other. Hal wasn't a one night stand sort of guy though; his mother raised him to have respect for women. He was lonely since he'd taken up the ring and made the oath on Oa but that wasn't a reason to vent his lusts and frustrations out on a woman. He liked Kendra though. Clearly she was gorgeous and they had chemistry but he wanted the whole deal. He wanted to be with Kendra, not just her body.<br><br>"<strong>Are you just trying to see if I'll scream out something like 'Check please!!'</strong>" he says more than a little loudly. "<strong>Because, I'll do it. I'm all about creating movie lines and scenes.</strong>" he jokes. He doesn't wait for the check and just drops more than enough on the table. He gets up and takes her hand. "<strong>Ok, let's go.</strong>" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>04-07-2019, 18:31:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thefappeningnew.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Jessica-biel_thefappening_2015_083.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kendra Saunders (Hawkgirl) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Green Lantern/Hal Jordan (Directly),&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br>The Batman sure was scary, a lot of people thought him to be a myth but he was very much real. Kendra was aware of other heroes within the community outside of the Justice League. Green Lantern, PowerGirl, Batgirl, Robin, Constantine,&nbsp; were all myths and vigilantes who`s names propped up on the News Feeds. So she knew she wasn't alone fighting the good fight, but she hadn't had the pleasure of running into another superpowerd being yet, well, not one that WASNT trying to kill her that was. Hal was keeping up his funny and charming routine and she was here for it. He said he wasn't one to recreate movie lines but still said "Check please!" in a commercial and loud way which made her smile and laugh, Lord he was adorable but he blatantly knew that he was. They got up and left Bennys and headed out into the car park Kendra pulled on his hand and pulled the handsome flyboy into her lithe tonned and curvaceous body. She smiled warmly at him and then pulled him in by his tie and coallar for a deep first kiss. She moaned his name against his lips as her tongue traced over his and they shared a passionate and incredible first kiss. She liked the way he kissed, the way he tasted the sound he made in the back of his throat as they made out. Kendra wanted him to know that she liked him, that she wanted him in every way imaginable and she was going to let her guard down and let him take her. Kendra had come on this date with a no sex on the first date rule, because she had never done it before, despite her wild past she had kept some strict moral code. But meeting Hal Jordan had completely changed all that, she didn't want to wait another night to know what he tasted like, what their bodies would feel like together. They were two fully grown adults entering into a very grown up relationship and Kendra needed that, she needed something normal in her life. As they kissed she told herself she could make this work, that Hal was a guy worth fighting for and something good in her life. <br><br>Just then they were hit by a bright purple energy causing both of them to be flung apart violently. Kendra rolled across the parking lot and banged into a nearby bonnet of a car. "What the fuck?" She cursed as her head collided with the bonnet of the car. She looked up to see a scantly clad woman was hovering over Hal. She was dressed in some revealing battle armour, clearly someone the Daily Bugle would class as a *Super Villian* This she devil looked all kidnes of pissed and she looked to be powerful as well. But this attack seemed personal, why would she be after Hal....and then Kendras hawk enchanded eyes drew in on the woman's face....she was familiar....a celebrity....she was....Jesus Christ she was Carol Ferris the head of Ferris air. She looked pissed off enough to hurt Hal and Kendra switched into Hawkgirl protective mode. Without thinking her long wings sprouted out her back and she took a defensive stance ready for action against Ferris. <div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a4/6c/64/a46c64f74c31c44969af8550f86bc564.jpg)</div><br>"How could you Hal? Bennys? BENNYS? You serving this girl left over romance? How pathetic." She angrily spat at him. "You Ruined my life Jordan, Now im destined to carry this God forsaken rock around for all eternity. And you turned youre back on me so you could screw these flygirl hussies. You dont deserve that ring that you carry and im going to take it from you, peace by peace if I have to!" And with that Carol bombarded Hal with a ray of purple light which shot out from both of her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>05-07-2019, 10:01:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://brideandbreakfast.hk/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/RyanReynolds_groom_style_003.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> &nbsp;Hal Jordan [Green Lantern] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14884068#msg14884068)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer and tie<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendra Saunders [Closed]<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Things were going well. Like one of those scenes in a romantic comedy well. It was a boy meets girl, boy and girl have tons of chemistry and want to explore their passion type of hyper charged movie. He was being himself. Hal normally couldn't handle small talk or most people on the dating scene. He'd witnessed it all around him and as attractive or smart or quirky as some of these people were most of them he could simply not relate to. Maybe it was meeting the rest of the Justice League but he found he'd pretty much lost chemistry with most people and really had to work at keeping simple relationships going. <br><br>With Kendra he found himself not just trying to remain interested but wanting to just be himself. Let loose and be sarcastic and funny. Let her know he was more than a little interested in figuring her out and letting her in. When she pulled him into that kiss it was the first time their bodies pressed against each other. He could tell she had a knockout figure and was toned, you'd have to be pretty blind not to notice that in the clingy outfit she was wearing but now her tongue was entangled with his. They were both making deep moaning noises from somewhere in the center of their chests. <br><div class="floatright">(https://i1.wp.com/i.pinimg.com/736x/1f/16/1c/1f161c2de69c6355573690f34244fb8b.jpg?ssl=1)</div><br>He wasn't sure how tonight was going to turn out, mostly he was hoping that they would hit it off enough to want a second date after spending a few hours over a meal and good conversation. Now he wanted her skin to be touching his as they explored each others bodies. Of course it was during this realization that they got slammed by the violet burst of energy. "<strong>Oh for fuck's sake.</strong>" he growled as he and Kendra got sent in opposite directions. He lost track of her when his body was rolling past a few cars narrowly getting run over by someone trying to escape the crazy lady who was floating above them.<br><br>When he stopped rolling, by which I mean when Hal back hit a parked car he glanced up knowing who it was. Carol. <br><br>His ring never really let him get hurt and he was standing up and going from his civilian date clothes to his Green Lantern uniform without any conscious thought. "<strong>..and this is why I keep saying there should be restraining orders for Super villains.</strong>" he wisecracks at Carol keeping her attention on him. Sure his secret identity was blown with Kendra...who suddenly had wings. He was very much doubting she brought a cosplay outfit on a first date. She was a super. Hawkgirl, his ring identifies her as. They were definitely going to need to talk after fighting Carol. He just wasn't sure if it was going to be before or after.<br><br>"<strong>What about Benny's Carol? It's MY place to go eat. A place where aviators hang out. You were always way too hoity toity to step in there.</strong>" he says forming a shield and knocking aside her next blast. When she was in her Sapphire costume she had a different persona. One that had access to Carol's memories and even sort of thought of herself as Carol to a point but when she came to Carol wouldn't know what was going on and think she had another 'black out'.<br><br>"I don't think your date is going to go as planned Hal. She bounced off a car. Not really gallant of you to let that happen is it?" she taunts. "Besides, I have a better body." she throws out because....crazy.<br><br>As Star Sapphire she had similar powers to his and almost at his level. He had training with the other Lanterns and she had...the obsession of a crazy ex girlfriend. He flies up taking the fight away from the parking lot. "<strong>How is it that you blame me for everything and take no responsibility for yourself. Kind of a crappy leader there Carol.</strong>" he taunts her and has to dodge a few more violet blasts. "<strong>Also you blast like a pregnant yak with two clubbed feet.</strong>" <br><br>"JORDAANNN!" she screams out chasing him through the sky and firing like a wild woman. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>05-07-2019, 17:08:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thefappeningnew.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Jessica-biel_thefappening_2015_083.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kendra Saunders (Hawkgirl) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Keystone City, The Sky!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Green Lantern/Hal Jordan (Directly),&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br>Kendra watched as her date turned into....the frigging Green Lantern?? Ok, so she and Hal had far more in common then they realised. Turned out this hussy throwing a hissy fit was not only one of his *Rouges Gallery* as the papers called them but also his ex. Great. She was going all Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction on them and she had superpowers to boot. Hal pulled her away from Bennys and presumably Kendra and took to the sky with Carol Ferris after him screaming and firing out her purple ray beams ore whatever was shooting out of her hands like a rock concert light show.&nbsp; getting them away from Bennys and the civilian's who were gathering in the parking lot and taking pictures on their phones was enough to make Kendra saw to he skys. She didn't have her mask on and she couldn't have her identity as Kendra Saunders revealed to the world. Flapping her wings fast she soared up into the sky and joined Carol in pursuit of Hal. <br><br>Kendra was coming up behind Ferris who was trying to hit Jordan with her beams and screaming at him like some demented Fish Wife. Kendra was pissed and maybe a tad insecure, this kinde of heat between two people, well it didn't come from no where, and suddenly she felt like maybe she was in the middle of a very passionate if not misguided romance. That got her hella mad, she finally made a connection with someone since becoming Hawkgirl and some heiress brat with superpower's was trying to take that away from her? Kendra swooped up and onto the back of Carol and the two women tussled, Kendra's hands around her throat. "Give up Ferris, youre hurting people. Youre hurting yourself what do you hope to achieve here lets get to ground and talk this out like adults!" Kendra said through gritted teeth trying to keep her cool. "Piss off you winged slut!" Carol said as her body glowed an almighty purple energy and she realised it causing Kendra to go flying backwards, her eyes fluttering open and shut as the knock had caused her damage and she was trying to regain consciences as she plummeted to the Earth below.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>07-07-2019, 06:45:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c4/cc/a9/c4cca9d4908c58c99db4a8953f04201d.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> &nbsp;Hal Jordan [Green Lantern] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14884068#msg14884068)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Above Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Green Lantern uniform<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendra Saunders [Closed]<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Star Sapphire always managed to get under his skin and piss him off. He and Carol didn't work out. They dated for a short time and realized they just weren't going to work out. That was when he first started working for her. Their parents knew each other and they both made an effort to just keep things professional which wasn't difficult. They both realized it wasn't working out and just stopped seeing each other without any strange drama or cheating on each other. <br><br>Star Sapphire somehow took everything that happened that was adult and mutual between them and turn it into some over the top soap opera. When Abin Sur crash landed and his ring summoned Hal as his replacement, it was a terrifying duty. The responsibility of a sector of the universe was vast. He sucked it up, went for the training and like most superheroes made all the sacrifices. Star Sapphire was the little spoiled girl mirror version of him. She got chosen for great power but stomped her foot and pouted all the way. She took it out on Hal on a very personal level. But she was attacking him on things he wasn't even guilty of.<br><br>When Kendra came flying up as Hawkgirl he wasn't sure what to expect. He'd heard about her and Hawkman. Hawkman was very much a hero along the lines of Batman. No nonsense, used ancient weaponry to bash and smite evil and rather unforgiving. The Kendra he met didn't seem like that, she was far more fun loving and sexy--not so mission oriented. <br><br>Kendra went with logic and diplomacy. Star Sapphire went with calling her a slut. Yeah. That's about right. Then she blasted Kendra hard enough to knock her out. Most of the time Hal used his ring he had to hold back. Usually he focused so hard and his willpower was honed to great lengths that his constructs were among the most powerful in the entire Corps. When he witnessed Kendra plummeting to her death he stopped holding back, he didn't chose between the three or four things that could work and picked the least dangerous of them. A squadron of drone sized Lockheed Martin F-35 Lightning suddenly appeared around him and quickly sped off towards Star Sapphire. He knew how to coordinate their attacks and unleash their missiles and they were merciless on Star Sapphire coming at her from every angle.<br><br>Hal sped down and caught Kendra. He could have formed some giant glove or some such but that didn't come to mind he caught her in his arms. "<strong>Kendra...are you alright?</strong>" he asked her maybe ten meters from the top of Benny's. He could hear Star Sapphire screaming and venting her rage as she got bombarded with tiny missiles and shot at with emerald bullets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2019, 19:31:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://thefappeningnew.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Jessica-biel_thefappening_2015_083.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kendra Saunders (Hawkgirl) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Upstate Keystone City, The Sky!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> civilian gear <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Green Lantern/Hal Jordan (Directly),&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br>Kendra woke up in Hal`s arms, her eyes flutterd open as he caught her. Star Sapphire had really hit her hard with her energy. Kendra was a strong willed warrior who had durability way beyond that of a normal human, but the power, the energy of the Green Lanterns was strong indeed. "Hal? Im...im fine...." She said as she gripped onto his muscled body as she looked up to see Carol Ferris take up to the skyes and fly away from them screaming like a banshee. She was rather insane it seemed and her powers were clearly fuled by her obsession for one Hal Jordan. She wanted to be angry at him for keeping this secret from her, he was the firing Green Lantern, but she was Hawkgirl and she kept that from him. Infact how could she be angry at a guy she had only just met? But she was, it was irrational and hypercrictal and she knew it but she was. Kendra slowly peeled away from him using her wings to keep herself mid air. "Well I can say in all honesty ive never had a date like this before." She joked dryly as she examined her outfit which was now torn from the blast's of Star Sapphire, she was pissed as she liked this outfit. But she didn't coming suited up in her armour because this was supposed to be a nice normal date.<br><br>Kendra wanted to have something outside of her job and her responsibility's as Hawkgirl. But now it seemed that her date had just as complicated life as she did. "Look Hal. Im grateful you saved me, and now im going to come off as a colossal bitch but im not looking to get involved with someone in our field you know? I was with someone like me and it ended really badly. I know that's hypercritical and im certain if thing's were different we could be great together. But you've obviously got issues and responsibilities outside of been Hal Jordan and im not sure I can fit that in my life at the moment. Not to mention an Ex who just tried to kill me. I really think....you should go after her....calm her down....a woman dosent get upset like that unless she still cares." Kendra said as she made gestures with her hands to the sky and where Carol Ferris had just been moments before. She really did think Jordan should go after her, maybe he could reach her before she did something stupid. It was important that he at the very least tried.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Unlimited: Misc Cities &amp; Towns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>20-07-2019, 06:14:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c4/cc/a9/c4cca9d4908c58c99db4a8953f04201d.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> &nbsp;Hal Jordan [Green Lantern] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14884068#msg14884068)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upstate Keystone City,&nbsp; Above Benny`s Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Green Lantern uniform<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kendra Saunders [Closed]<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Hal was making sure she was ok when she pulled away from him. And then it just rained down on him; the 'reasons' they shouldn't and can't be together. The fact that they were both superheroes was a negative. He would have figured it was a plus himself; he was always worried that a villain may come after someone he cared about. Attacking Hawkgirl would be stupid. "No this is a first for me too." he said equally dryly. <br><br>It was their first date and although things looked good on the way to the parking lot the just stopped cold now. What was he even thinking? Green Lantern's don't date. They have a duty to their sector. He didn't need to see where she was pointing, his ring had analytical abilities that allowed him to track Star Sapphire.<br><br>Taking a breath he keeps his face from showing disappointment. Just because he liked her didn't mean she had to like him back and clearly she had trust issues after being burned. "<strong>I'm sorry things turned out like this. It was a good time while it lasted.</strong>" he says. <br><br>"<strong>Good bye Kendra.</strong>" he says and becomes a green streak in the sky flying after Carol. What pissed him off is the would fight, he'd beat her and then she'd go unconscious and revert to Carol Farris with no knowledge of what she just ruined for him. He was going to give in his notice and quit. This was an ugly cycle and he was sure his presence here was making it worse.
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