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  2. For a moment the woman in the car stared more than daggers - entire claymores - into Yuki's eyes, although after the lightning flash of apparent hatred, her expression softens into a reserved but lightly demure look. "Oh, just you." She hit a button on her side of the car, causing the passenger-side door to unlatch, inviting Yuki to sit. "Ciel's been alright. She's been better. Just make sure to catch her when you two finally come face to face, because she's going to hit the floor otherwise." A flicker of a smirk passed over Shirabi's face. Once Yuki had gotten in, her aunt immediately switched the car into reverse and extricated them from their parking spot, creeping out of the lot before slipping back onto the busy road away from the station. She muttered something under her breath seeing the slowdown from the traffic. "Two years, huh? Well, with any luck we'll get home in one."
  3. Yuki smiled, seeing her aunt Shirabi in the car. She really didn't know her much, but from what her parents and her little sister said she was kinda eccentric and smart... Like really, really, really smart, according to Ciel. Walking over to car, Yuki waved and knocked on the window lightly, hoping to make a good first impression with the rather imposing woman. "N-Nice to meet you. I'm Yuki! I'll be in your care for the next two years, so I hope I'm not too much of a bother!" She said, looking at the car. "Would you like me to sit in the back or the passenger side?... Oh, and how has Ciel been?" Ciel, her sickly little sister, had already moved in with Shirabi a month ago in preparation for this entire thing, while Yuki waited for her semester to end so she could transfer a bit more smoothly. Her sister was a big ball of energy when her illness wasn't weighing her down and Yuki had been constantly worried about her getting into trouble, or hurting herself with her antics again. There had been many times where Yuki would come home to her sister passed out on the floor because she got way too excited over something and worked her body past it's limits...
  4. Maya looked at the book. There were two girls, their heads pressed together, holding hands on the cover. Annie on My Mind. Maya had never heard of it but it seemed clear what it was about. 'Two girls, one who thinks about the other...' Maya thought. Could it be? Her eyes risked a glance at the other girl's face, hoping for confirmation, but she was looking at the floor between them. If Maya were wiser, she might have realized the downcast gaze was exactly the confirmation she hoped for, but she was barely aware of her own attraction. It felt more like a nameless doubt that hung on her. Had hung on her since her youth. Maya started to reach for the book to look at the back, but changed her mind mid-reach and brushed the girl's hand with her fingers as she gave in to her doubt about the book being offered to her to examine. The touch was electric and her hand recoiled. Never had something felt so powerful and profound. The manicured hand, soft with perfectly lacquered nails, belonged to a woman who was holding a book about two women who seemed to be in love. Panicked that the stranger thought she touched her as a way to flirt with her, Maya snatched her hand away. Maya raised her eyes from the book cover and looked at the other girl's face again. She was looking right at her and Maya had an instant of pure terror before she looked to the floor. Even as Maya turned her large, dark eyes downward, her hand flew to her shoulder and pulled up her shayla. She hid behind the pink-orange fabric, blushing, but the girl's stylish heels remained unmoving. Maya's eyes roved up the stranger's legs, aware of how very shapely the were, and how her high heels accentuated the curve of her calves. Maya had seen it countless times in magazines and photos, but this was new and powerful. She raised her eyes to the woman's face again, but she still wasn't looking at Maya. Maya pointed with a modest, clear-coated nail , at the copy of Annie on my Mind, "Do they have that here?" She looked away, to the book Emily had pushed back onto the shelf, but her hand hand still rested on. Her Amish Dream. Maya could not guess what that might be about and wondered what the woman's interest in it was. God, she wanted to touch her hand again.
  5. The walk was a slog at first, having to carry luggage through the current of people, but the pressure let up once she reached the sidewalk leading towards the parking area. Fresher air and more open space were welcome to a girl with baggage. The open sky was a pleasant sight too, drowned as it was in light pollution. Even at this hour, where the blue tinge of the sun hadn't left the sky fully, a handful of evening stars would greet her back in her old home. Here? They were smothered thoroughly, but for just a moment Yuki could swear she saw the faintest glimmer of a shooting star lance across the sky. A sign of good fortune, perhaps. Up ahead, she could spot what she was searching for: a detached-looking woman in the driver's seat of a fancy electric car. Her chair was leaned back, and her hands were on the headrest in a thoroughly relaxed posture. She didn't seem to notice Yuki at first.
  6. (Every image of yuki is commisioned, please don't use it without my permission) Yuki Tachibana had never been too far outside of her small town in the countryside of Japan before, and so moving across the country to head to a new school due to her parents moving out of the country for work was an experience to say the least. The girl had her bag filled with her kendo equipment, and a suitcase filled with clothing, not to mention personal effects and other things stuffed into a backpack. Looking like a standard protagonist at the start of some sort of SMT game, she tried to check her phone for directions, remembering that the relative she was supposed to be living with was planning on meeting her outside of the station to take her to the home she'd be staying at. Honestly, the girl was nervous. She had never been the most social person and the thought of living with someone she had only met as a baby and then going to a school without any of her friends to back her up or any of the teachers who knew her to support her had kept her up almost the entire night. The train ride had felt lonely and even now walking through the station to get to her aunt's car had made her heart pound in fear. Would her aunt like her? Would her new classmates accept her? Would she be able to catch up in school? Would she even make the kendo team now? "This sucks..."
  7. As the sun set, starlight met the streetlights of Osaka. The blocky skyline rose into the twilit sky, shining with offices, shops, advertisements, hospitals, apartments, and an illuminated castle. Where the loop lines once clacked and rumbled, new trains ran with modest whooshes and clicks, one of many steps taken into a new decade. As one line stopped, its doors hissed open, the stream of deboarding passengers carrying along a girl with a lot on her mind. Aside from the sensations of an unfamiliar city, there was someone she had to meet. Perhaps, though she wouldn't know it until it struck her, more than one. The station was a seething bustle of people, from dejected salarymen to cliques of schoolkids cutting their curfews close. An ocean of people up several stories of the Station City and it's gigantic angular roof, one she'd have to navigate quickly.
  8. @Carboxyl Alrighty, let's get this started! Here's the ooc section, I'll make the ic section in a bit
  9. Emily had chosen an aisle at random and had picked a book off the shelf just to look like she'd come in here on purpose. When she saw the girl from the train at the end of the aisle her heart stopped for a moment, then began racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as Maya approached. Emily was gripped with inner turmoil, her emotions swirling like leaves caught in a gentle breeze. When Maya finally stood beside her, Emily felt a rush of warmth spread through her cheeks, betraying the nervous fluttering in her chest. She's just being polite and friendly, she thought. She's not interested in you the way you are in her. She tried to steady her breathing, to appear composed and collected, but the blush in her cheeks betrayed her and she felt exposed and vulnerable in Maya's presence. Maya's voice, soft and inviting, reached Emily's ears like a gentle melody. Emily's lips parted in surprise, her eyes widening slightly as she met Maya's gaze. She tried to respond, to form words like any normal person would, but the whirlwind of emotions within her made her voice falter. She was frozen, caught in the grip of uncertainty and embarrassment. "Hi," Emily managed to utter, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks tinged with a delicate shade of pink. She averted her gaze momentarily, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the book in her hand, a futile attempt to distract herself from the intensity she was certain only she felt in this moment. The other woman's presence was both comforting and electrifying. She longed to reach out, to touch Maya's arm, but fear held her back like an invisible barrier. The desperate longing to bridge the gap between them warred with the self-doubt that plagued Emily's every interaction. Their eyes met again, and Emily thought she noticed something similar reflected in Maya's gaze. Was that an echo of uncertainty mingled with a subtle longing? No, it was wishful thinking. "I was reading, um..." she set the book she was holding down and opened her bag, pulling out her copy of Annie on My Mind and held it up for Maya to see. "This." She doesn't want to say the title out loud, and she hopes the girl from the train doesn't know what it's about. Or maybe she hopes she does know what it's about. Her eyes flick from meeting Maya's gaze to the carpeted floor and back, her uncertainty clear.
  10. Maya thought she saw the stranger ahead - a flash of a blouse and a glimpse of hair - and hurried to catch up. As she worked her way along the crowded sidewalk, slipping between gray business suits and dark, work appropriate high heels, Maya approached the woman and her heart sank, Her hair an blouse were similar but she was carrying a briefcase that the woman on the train had not had, The young, dark haired woman sighed dejectedly and slowed her gait, looking around for some sign that she hadn't lost her. As she scanned around, her hopes sagged and she made her way toward home on slow, suddenly heavy, feet. She crossed the street and glanced ahead, hoping for the universe to give her a break. Again, she saw nothing and continued along the block, idly looking at the shops as she passed. As she came to the next corner she thought about stopping at the bodega for an ice cream to cheer herself up, She shook her head at herself and stopped at the crosswalk, She wondered, again what the girl had been reading, and looked over at the bookstore across the street and up the block. There she was! The girl from the train! Maya matched the other woman's pace and kept glancing over - she was definitely looking back - and walked past her building, trying to see where she went. When their eyes met again the girl definitely smiled. Maya smiled back, but quickly looked away shyly. Maya was surprised, despite the woman having been reading a book on the train, when she turned into the bookstore. Maya looked around in a panic - the store was in the middle of the block! She hurried through the crowd to the corner - trying hard not to push, and squeeze past people, but this was important! When she got to the corner the light was against her and she started to jaywalk, but stopped herself, "Please... wait." She whispered, willing the light to change as she mashed the "Push to Cross" button. Time felt frozen as she waited for the light to change. Thoughts of just rushing across kept bubbling to the surface, but she resisted. Barely. Her heart raced in her chest as she tried to convince herself that the time was only a couple of minutes, not the hours it felt like. She'd be there. Even if she knew what she was getting and went straight to the shelf, got it and went to the register. She'd see her coming out of the store. The light changed. Maya charged out into the street, forcing a car to screech to a halt. She waved apologetically and scurried across the street. She fought the urge to run down the block; as much afraid of running into people as running into the girl too winded to speak. As Maya came up to the store she peered into the window, hoping to see her. She caught her own reflection in the glass. Her face was flushed, her hair a mess and she was breathing hard. She pulled herself up straight and took a deep breath. It helped a little and Maya used the reflection to tidy up her disheveled hair. She looked through her reflection into what she could see of the inside of the store, her chest tight with the dame excitement as when she was a little girl and grandma took her to get new shoes. And that memory panicked her. She could feel the harsh correction of her girlhood when she said she would marry her friend Jenny from school. Her father had been angry but measured, her mother and grandmother more gentle, but every bit as unyielding. Maya had aged, quietly pushing her thoughts about romance aside until she almost forgot them. Yet here Maya stood, hand on the door to a bookshop where an attractive woman - and being attracted to her - had brought her. "The truth is inescapable." Grandma often said. The thrill of her excitement had been replaced with an uncertain nervousness that seemed to vibrate through her being, but Maya pulled the door open with a nod to her grandmother's wisdom. The shop was small and tall shelves crowded as close together under the warm, almost orange lights, as the people did on the sidewalk outside and Maya cast about for the girl. She saw her, about halfway down an aisle, her book in her hand and an eye turned toward the door. Maya tried to smile, and her hand went to her shoulder and tugged at her shayla. Her smile wavered as she wondered what to say. "The truth is inescapable." she heard it again and Maya's smile brightened. "Hi," she began uncertainly, "I saw you reading on the train and wanted to ask what." she said truthfully. Suddenly Maya wished she had stopped at the magazine rack to pick up a fashion magazine so she looked less like she'd chased the poor girl here. They smiled at each other across the street, hadn't they? She wasn't being weird. Was she?
  11. Emily gathered her belongings, her mind replaying the brief but captivating moments of stolen glances with the girl in the peach-colored skirt. She couldn't shake off her curiosity about the girl, and she felt a hint of regret as she stood up to leave the train. She wasn't brave enough to strike up conversation, but as she made her way towards the exit, she couldn't help but steal one last glance back at where the girl sat. She was hoping to catch another glimpse of her before they parted ways, but the crowd moved in such a way that she couldn't get view of the girl's seat. She felt her heart sink a little. Her life seemed to be full of missed opportunities. As Emily walked down the platform stairs, her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the familiar peach-colored fabric or the graceful figure of the girl who had unknowingly captured her attention. She felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness, wondering if fate would be kind enough to give them another chance encounter, but the girl was gone, lost in the crowd. Emily stood still for a moment, wondering why fate would put someone so captivating in her path but then keep them apart, the whole time unaware that the girl was only a few paces behind her. She began walking the few blocks to her tiny apartment. She crossed the street to the north, and then crossed again to the west. Her eyes searched ahead but saw no sign of the beautiful girl from the train. She glanced sideways to the other side of the street, searching for a familiar peach-colored skirt or a glimpse of the graceful figure she had admired from afar on the train. But amidst the crowd, the girl seemed to have disappeared completely. Despondent, Emily looked at the crowd across the street, those who hadn't crossed to the west side, and almost a block ahead through the bustling crowd, Emily caught a whisper of peach peeking out from between grey business suits. She quickened her pace, trying to navigate through the crowded street while keeping the singular color in her line of sight. Sure enough, at the next crosswalk, Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the girl with the shayla draped gracefully over her head crossing in the same direction. Soon she was directly across the street from the other woman, and her gaze was directed across the street more often that it was in the direction she was headed. As the both waited at the next crosswalk, their eyes met briefly through the sea of people and cars, a fleeting connection that sent a rush of excitement through Emily's veins. Emily couldn't help but smile, a mixture of shyness and excitement dancing in her gaze. Now that they had seen each other, the occasional glance turned into a silent game of hide-and-seek amidst the urban chaos, each stolen look fueling Emily's desire to bridge the gap between them. Their paths led them past colorful murals adorning brick walls, aromatic bakeries tempting passersby with freshly baked goods, and cozy bookstores displaying enticing titles in their windows. She marveled at the serendipitous journey they seemed to be taking, guided by a chance encounter and unspoken desire. As they neared a bustling intersection, Emily's heart raced with anticipation. She caught the girl's gaze once again, and this time, she mustered all her courage to offer a tentative smile across the busy street. As the girl looked, Emily turned and headed into the bookstore on the corner. She stole one last glance over her shoulder, wondering if the other girl would take the chance and enter the store. Excitement filled her with adrenaline as she wandered back into rows of shelves, filled with hopeful anticipation.
  12. Heyyy cuties~ been awhile, hasn't it~? I took a bit of a vacation from being horny and stuff~ but I'm backk~! And I know prolly nobody cares~! But I'll be rping much more now~!
  13. @AirAllie14 The continuous sucking was, indeed, pleasurable for Jarde. However, the stress was making it difficult to actually reach climax. The redhead knew what was in store for Maria if she failed this blowjob, and strove to feel enough pleasure... but to little avail. Maria will need to do something else to bring Jarde to his limits before the guards notice that this forced blowjob was taking too long. Meanwhile, Maria could see from the corner of her eyes that her older sister was also sucking the dick of one the guards while stroking another. "That's the guy that stole the black powder, right?" One of the guards said. "Yep. We're killing him after he says where he hid it." Zin then stopped the kissing in order to align his cock upon Alia's entrance. Without hesitation, he plunged his shaft into the Elf and stirred up her insides. He then immediately began rocking his hips, roughly thrusting his dick into Alia's pussy with wild abandon.
  14. “Master?” Liz quietly commented with an amused smirk. Maybe it was already a little stronger between these two. There were a lot of cases where one girl submitted to another, but it was generally not to that degree. ”Hmm maybe I should forbid you from touching another girl without my permission…”. She had another idea. She leaned in, not letting Liz in on the secret in what they were going to discuss. “It sounds fun to frustrate you and humiliate you. Intensely. It turns me on so much to think how you will punish me next time you take control.” She whispered to Beth, wanted to test her limits. Do things that would please Beth, but also humiliate, frustrate or otherwise bother her enough for a desire to punish Bianka to begin to build deep inside.
  15. Maya scrolled idly through the digital edition of a fashion magazine, looking at beautiful women in stylish clothes she didn't have the courage to wear. Her grandmother called her "svelte" but Maya felt more like "gangly". She gave up on the phone quickly, it wasn't the same as an actual magazine. She turned the phone face down in her lap and looked up from the peach colored fabric of her skirt. A few seats away and attractive woman looked back down at her book. Had she been looking at Maya? She reached reflexively for her shayla at her shoulder and looked back down at the back of her phone. Maya glanced up without raising her head and thought the girl was looking at her. Her heart beat quickly - the woman was about her age and had the kind of graceful, natural beauty that Maya envied. She looked away quickly, afraid the woman would think she was staring at her.. She fingered the lace fabric at her shoulder. She wore her shayla at the crown of her head, more a nod to her grandmother's wishes than any commitment to tradition. The fabric matched her skirt and she thought about tugging it down and wearing it as a scarf. It felt like a cop out though - it was pretty and the trim wouldn't show if she took it down - besides, it was pinned. There was no way to be subtle about taking it down. Maya sighed and fidgeted with her phone for a second before she looked up again, this time raising her head. When the girl glanced at her - and she definitely did - Maya tried to smile but chickened out and looked away. As the train slowed, Maya glanced back at the woman, trying to decide if she should ask what she was reading. Instead, she tried to look at the book as the other girl got up to leave the train. "Oh God!" Maya thought. I need to get off to. "She's going to think I'm following her!" Maya waited until the last possible moment to get off the train and walked down the platform stairs, scanning for the girl.
  16. Originally posted by @IsabellaRose The rhythmic clacking of the train wheels against the tracks provided a soothing backdrop to the boring daily ride, and almost hypnotized Emily as she sat by the window, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery, book open on her lap, lost in her own thoughts. She was a shy girl, quiet and uncertain in social situations, preferring the comfort of solitude and the company of books. It didn't mean she didn't notice others around her, just that she rarely knew what to say or how to talk to people. Today she had definitely noticed someone else, and despite her awkwardness, she couldn't stop looking at the girl seated across the train. She stole another glance across the train car, her eyes again falling upon the girl with the cute skirt sitting a few seats away. Emily's heart fluttered slightly as she admired the girl's style, the way her outfit seemed to have been effortlessly assembled, and the way it seemed to imply a vibrant personality. The girl's hair was a cascade of curls framing a pretty face with porcelain skin, and her eyes sparkled as she scrolled through her phone. Emily couldn't help but steal glances, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and admiration. She had always been drawn to beauty, not just in outward appearance but in the way people carried themselves, in the expressions and gestures that spoke volumes about who they were. Every time the girl looked up from her phone, Emily quickly averted her gaze, pretending to be engrossed in her own book. She felt a rush of excitement and nervousness whenever their eyes briefly met, but never held the girl's gaze for too long. There was no way she was noticing Emily with quite the same interest, she was certain of it. Emily wasn't the kind of girl to draw attention. Minutes turned into what felt like an eternity as the train continued its journey, and Emily found herself unable to read her book, lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to say something, to compliment the girl on her outfit or strike up a conversation about something, but fear held her back. Instead, she continued to steal glances, hoping against hope that the girl would notice her too and be the brave one to start up a conversation. She imagined scenarios in her mind, a playful banter or a shared smile that would break the ice between them. But each time their eyes met, Emily's gaze darted away, her heart racing with uncertainty. The sound of the brakes indicated that they were nearing her stop, and Emily knew that this fleeting moment would soon come to an end. She couldn't shake off the regret building within her, the missed opportunity to connect with someone who had unknowingly captured her attention and curiosity. That face would appear in her dreams, and like every other girl who had caught her attention before, she would need to accept that dream version of the girl as the one she would get to know. Her own awkwardness would mean that no one would ever notice her as a possible romantic partner. She had resigned herself to that a long time ago, but for a brief moment across a crowded train, she imagined it might have been otherwise.
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  19. Beth nodded softly at Bianka’s words and blushed a little as she looked over at Liz who was standing nearby. She felt nervous but also excited for her to watch. “R-right… yes… I have done… a lot with a lot of different people, but whatever you wish to do to me master, I am here for it,” she told Bianka.
  20. Bianka sighed as she stood at the gates. Somewhat overwhelmed at the situation she was in. She had never expected to find herself in a school like this. She would living here for the fours years, not a single day allowed off campus. Even during breaks, she would be living here. And only girls, every student, every teacher and staff member. No man was allowed in these gates. She walked down the path, gardens and trees surrounding her. It certainly nice at least. She passed the occasional student, nodding in greeting as she followed the directions she was given to get to her dorm. It was a three story building, older, but well cared for. Opening the door, she walked up to the third floor and down the halls, looking for her room number, 322. She had a roommate already living there. She knew that much, but did not know if the girl would be there to greet her coming in, or would show up later. Taking out her she quietly opened the door and brought her suitcase in and shut the door behind her. “Hello, it’s Bianka. Your new roommate.” She called out, waiting to see if she got a reaction. She would not explore on her own if her roommate was there.
  21. @AirAllie14 The Legalis Kingdom is under attack! It is currently the target of the Caldeyron Empire's insatiable hunger for conquest. Though the kingdom's military was brave and professional, the empire's was simply much more bigger. But Legalis was not going down without a fight, the kingdom mobilized their defenses to perhaps make the Caldeyron Empire reconsider attacking Legalis. Alia Scalia was an Elven girl who was taken under the care of Legalis when the empire invaded her hometown and killed her parents. Swearing vengeance against the empire, she enlisted into the Legalis empire and honed her skills with the bow and unlocked her affinity of magic while at it. The day soon came when she was assigned to a unit and head out to the field. Her first mission would be to join a detachment of Legalis troops to reinforce a fort that had called for aid. Under the command of a Captain Fie, Alia soon set out for the first time. --- The road to the fort was through a dense forest and Alia's unit marched diligently towards their destination. Captain Fie, a strong but kind woman with short ginger hair, led the company and had commands for the Elven archer. "Alia, can you be a sweetie and go check out the supply wagon at the very back? I haven't seen Jarde lately so he's probably back there having a break. Please, wake him up and tell him to get back to the front." She then sighed. "Just because he was done inspecting our inventory doesn't mean he's relieved from his post." Just as Captain Fie said, Alia found Jarde having a snooze behind the boxes and even using them as support. It was up to the Elf how to wake up the redhead boy.
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