Aura

It's not really our responsibility to police people's feelings so, yeah, pretty okay with it. You didn't seem to want us to take sides when you thought we were against you. Curious.

Lol, no, I wasn't saying you said anything stupid. I was referring to those who made the logical fallacy I had just commented on, including myself. I thought that'd be clear from the rest of the post, no?

Okay, I think I understand where the issue actually lies here. @KleineVampir never did actually suggest men were pretending to be women, I think I did actually misunderstand what he had initially wrote. He only wrote that he thought the majority of people on a site like this would be men. Quite frankly, I actually am pretty embarrassed I made this mistake because it's the type of mistake I get angry about a lot of other people making. Essentially, he said X therefore Y which does NOT imply Y therefore X, but that's a common logical fallacy a lot of people end up making and what seems to be at play here, and even I am evidently guilty of. I think I made this error because, as @Novaer said, this is not at all the first time the issue has come up so I suppose I just saw it as one of the multitude. Now that I see this, I actually do apologize for that part, too. As far as I can tell, you haven't actually done anything wrong, it really does look to be a case of words being put in your mouth. For the record, in the future, if you find any particular users troublesome, please ask for them not to contact you. If, after repeated requests for them to stop contacting you, they persist, they can be penalized for harassment. Hopefully as the site evolves going forward we'll eventually have a block system that's worth a rat's ass. Other than building a harassment case, the best thing to do is to just block a user you don't like and do your best to ignore them. In extreme cases, we can step in and issue a no contact order as well. Though it might not seem so on the surface due to a lot of really frustrating limitations of the systems we're working with, we do value your comfort and try our best to reduce toxicity. Every once in a while, though, somebody says something stupid and pandora's box opens up.

I'll give the benefit of the doubt and apologize for the unfair assumptions I had made about you. Admittedly, I definitely should've looked a bit deeper into the discussion myself and do regret jumping in so quickly without thinking things through. With the way our Terms of Service are structured, it is unfortunately a very common occurrence for disputes between users to get out of hand, especially when you have certain users try to "spice things up" as it were. We hold freedom of speech to a very high degree of importance but a consequence of that is that sometimes users take those freedoms to an absurd degree. Things like offensive language is a criticism we're faced with often for not addressing, so seeing such language in the discussion urged me to try and put an end to the discussion asap by making a statement and hopefully allowing everyone to let go and move on. In hindsight, the approach I took was unfairly weighted against you and mostly fueled by the response of the other users. One thing I do still hold my ground on, however, is that I wanted to make it clear why (I believe) people seemed to get so upset so quickly. While your intention may have been just to seek female rp partners, which there is nothing inherently wrong about, the approach you took with it was to state the assumption that the majority of women on the site are actually men. Many people see that as a rude thing to say. I mean, imagine being a woman and reading that line. Even if the woman isn't insulted, you're already putting a pretty bad foot forward by making them feel like you're going to be skeptical of them if they even bother approaching, right? My intention here isn't necessarily to scold you or anything like that, but to hopefully help prevent this sort of confusion from happening again.

I used to hate family vacations. Ever since I was a little girl, my cousins would always pick on me. They'd push me down, call me ugly, make fun of me for things I didn't know. They always found every excuse to exclude me. Mom and dad always tried to cheer me up by buying me special toys and stuff, but it always burned me up inside that they didn't want anything to do with me. "What's wrong with me?" I always thought to myself. "Why don't they like me? Is it because I'm just a kid? Just a girl? But why do they have to be so mean about it?" I remember crying to my parents about it. Mom would try to console me with pretty words. "They're just jealous of you," or dad would make excuses for them. "They're just trying to keep you safe, you'll get hurt if you play with them." But, there was more to it. There was always more they weren't telling me. I knew because I'd walk out the door and stop to listen. I'd hear mom tell dad he needs to talk to his brother about their behavior and he'd always brush her off. "Boys will be boys." He'd always say. "Boys will be boys." It was the same excuse, over and over. "Boys will be boys." I hated boys. Boys were mean. They were rough. They were harsh. They called you names and made you feel like crap. And all throughout school, it was the same excuse. Over and over. It wasn't just my dad. It was a rule of society. A boy spat on me and called me stupid in 3rd grade. "Boys will be boys," my teacher said after doing nothing more than telling him not to do it again. The same boy pulled my hair at gym. "Boys will be boys," I heard the gym teacher say to himself. I swear he laughed when he saw it, too. A boy grabbed my butt in the hallway in 6th grade. "Boys will be boys," I heard the principal say to the disciplinarian as I walked away after reporting him. The same boy grabbed my chest on the bus ramp. I broke his nose and immediately got detention. I missed my bus and dad had to pick me up. I got a stern talking to about fighting. "That's no reason to start a fight," he said as I explained what happened. "You're lucky. If you were a boy he would've hit you back." "Boys will be boys," I suppose. "It means he likes you," is something my mom once said to me. In regards to that boy in 3rd grade. I was so confused. If he liked me why would he spit on me and pull my hair? It just made me want to stay away from him. And then that boy in 6th grade. Did he like me too? Was he making fun of me? I hated him, though. I didn't want him anywhere near me. I hated all boys. I just wanted them to stay away from me. "Why are you such a bitch?" I had an upper classman ask me my freshman year of highschool when I told him to leave me alone because I hate boys. I didn't reply but I knew my answer. Because Boys will be boys. After a while, I had to stop hanging around other girls, too. It seemed like none of them shared my same hatred of boys. It was like it was all they could talk about. They started to get boyfriends, they'd bring them around and I just... hated it. I'd catch their eyes and swear they were staring at me, eyeing me up. It made my skin crawl. I couldn't be around it. Even when they were complaining about things their boyfriends did that they didn't like, I was suddenly in the wrong for voicing that those issues were exactly why I didn't want a boyfriend. As if somehow I was less of a girl because I didn't like boys. Before I knew it, I didn't have any friends. I didn't want to be in any clubs, extracurriculars, nothing. It was always because of boys, boys, boys. But, sophomore year, something seemed to change. There was this guy, he wasn't like other guys. He was a lot like me, actually. He sat alone at lunch, he trailed off on his own in the halls. There was always an air of bitter frustration and lonely sadness surrounding him. He wasn't particularly attractive or anything, but... he was like me. I remember he told me one day something no boy had ever told me before. "I think you're pretty," it was a simple phrase, but it completely caught me off guard. I couldn't believe that a boy had said something so simple to me and it got me blushing like an idiot. "You're not like other girls. You don't worry so much about what people think." It completely changed my mood for the rest of the day. I went home giggling to myself the exact same way those other girls would. I didn't know it yet, but I guess he wanted more than that. I didn't know, I really didn't. How was I supposed to? What was I supposed to do? I don't know what happened, but he started to seem cold toward me, too. I was so confused. I didn't even know what I wanted him to do. I guess I wanted him to surprise me again. But all I got was nothing but cold air between us. I remember reaching out to him. "Is everything okay?" "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." It was so confusing. His voice was cold. "Did... I do something wrong?" "Don't do that." "Do what?" He just rolled his eyes. I couldn't understand. Why was he being so cold? "It just means he likes you." was the voice I heard echo in my head. I think I finally understood... but it was weird. He was the closest thing to a friend I'd had in over a year. I actually enjoyed spending time with him. I didn't want to lose him over some stupid misunderstanding. But I didn't like him... not... y'know, like that... Is that what he wanted? I could feel my heart sink. How could I be so dumb? I should've known this would happen. Boys will be boys. "Fine." I remember stomping off and making a scene in front of him. It was dumb. Maybe I wanted him to grab me by the arm and apologize or something... I didn't want to be right. But once I was out of sight, I just made my way to the bathroom and cried. I thought he wasn't like other boys. What was even dumber than my little show was when I texted him that night. I told him I was sorry, that I didn't mean to hurt him. I didn't even know what I was apologizing for. He told me it was okay. I thought that would be it, things would be better, but then he just kept talking... he told me again that he still thought I was pretty. He went on about how most girls caked on makeup... I told him I wear makeup, too. He seemed surprised but explained that he meant that I didn't wear too much. He also added that most girls were rude and dismissive to him. I felt like things were getting better again, I could relate to that. I told him how I felt with boys throughout my life and he agreed that those guys were assholes but he told me that not all guys were like them, that he was different. I believed him. And then, things quickly went south. He started texting me more frequently throughout the days, telling me I was always on his mind, reminding me that I was beautiful, doing all the things a... boyfriend would do. One day, he tried to kiss me. I was confused again, but I probably shouldn't have been. I just didn't want that. I thought I'd made that clear but I guess I never said it. I didn't kiss him and made up an excuse about how I wasn't ready. He started texting me more frequently. I kept coming up with excuses. He got frustrated when I didn't reply. One day, he was absent from school and told me he was sick and had to stay home. I was strangely relieved. I told him I couldn't talk after school because I would be busy on a project. The project was made-up, but I thought it was a functional enough excuse. I really just wanted some time away from him. But when I got off the bus at my neighborhood, I was shocked to find him standing there. My face went pale and I didn't even want to get off the bus. The other students got impatient and pushed me forward. It was that feeling like you've just been caught red-handed doing something your parents told you not to do. I didn't understand why I felt this way, but he was furious with me. He yelled at me and I couldn't say anything to defend myself. I knew I was being a terrible person to him. I was adding lies on top of lies to avoid him day after day. He was far more hurt than I was. I could hear his voice cracking when he told me that I was his only friend and I couldn't come up with an explanation for why I felt the way I did. I tried to lay it out as plainly as I could, but he just accused me of lying still. He knew we were perfect for each other. He knew I had to be his girlfriend. I didn't want to go home. He would follow me. So we just stood there at the bus stop, I just listened to him scold me and lecture me about everything I had been doing wrong and how much I'd hurt him. Not once did I stand up for myself. Not once did I yell back or tell him to back off. All I knew is that I'd been a terrible person, he told me that he was wrong that I wasn't like other girls. He revoked so many of the compliments he'd given me. And for the first time in my life, I cared. I felt distraught. Finally, I told him I was sorry, I begged for his forgiveness. I needed him to think I was pretty. I needed him to think I wasn't like other girls. I had never felt this way about a boy in my life. Maybe... maybe this was what love was? He moved in to kiss me but I felt nothing. He told me he forgave me. That he loved me and that he'd protect me and make sure that I was safe from all those horrible boys... but it didn't sound liberating. His kiss felt forceful. Aggressive, controlling... I'd never kissed a boy so I had no idea what to expect. Maybe this is just what a kiss was like. He wouldn't leave me alone. We stood at the bus stop all day. My dad texted me and asked me where I was. He was watching so I couldn't just ask for help. I told him I was with a friend and I'd be home late. I still didn't want to lead this boy to my house. He kept insisting that he didn't want to go home, that he wanted to spend every waking moment with me because he knew it was a rare opportunity. He kept kissing me, kept touching me, kept pulling me in for hugs... he was so happy, I wanted to gut myself for not feeling anything positive... As the sunlight started to fade, he insisted that I come with him to his place, but I told him I had chores that I needed to get done and if I didn't do them I'd probably be grounded. Perhaps he realized that would mean I wouldn't be able to text with him, so he finally let me go. I didn't get home until 2 in the morning and got a harsh lecture from my dad. I told him I lost track of time and my phone ran out of battery. He didn't even know who I was with and had already accused me of staying out late with a boy. I felt humiliated but couldn't say anything to my defense. He told me I should never be out with a boy so late and that I'd just end up pregnant. I didn't want to try to fight back. He'd only get more angry, so I just went to sleep. More text messages. More long talks. This boy would follow me everywhere he could. It was impossible to get away from him. At one point, he asked why I wouldn't just let him walk me home and I told him it was because my dad would kill him. Of course, I knew it would be me who got in trouble. This boy could do anything he wants with me and it would still be my fault because "Boys will be boys". Slowly but surely, this boy started integrating himself into more and more areas of my life. When I got a part-time job at a local supermarket, he was a daily customer. Somehow, he got my address and sent me gifts in the mail. He even got gifts for my parents and my little sister. They all kept telling me how much they liked him and asked me why he's not my boyfriend yet. But not one of them considered how I felt. I was starting to see his face everywhere. Every boy who walked into the market made me double take to see if it was him or not. Every car that passed me on the road, I thought was his. I'd see cars drive by my house and freeze wondering if it was him. The scariest part was that it often was him, and it was happening more and more frequently. I remember nearly passing out when I saw him alone at my house with my little sister because my parents had asked him to pick her up from school and babysit. He was in our house and she was so excited. I wanted to scream but I had to pretend to be happy because I didn't want to make the poor girl feel bad... or hurt his feelings. But the most twisted thing that really pushed me over the edge... was when my dad had organized a date night for us for our 'anniversary'. It was his gift for all the charitable stuff he'd done for me and my family. My dad had paid for everything upfront. A reservation at a restaurant and... a hotel room. Not once had I been asked how I felt about any of this. I didn't even know we had an anniversary. I thought we'd never been official! But all the money had been spent. There was no going back. I was 18 now. My dad had handed me over to this boy I had no feelings for as a prize. A reward for good behavior. Even my mom thought this was a sweet gesture of him, and told me it was also an apology for him being so harsh on me. Mom dressed me up, she was so excited that I was going on such an elaborate date. I hated the dress, I didn't want to go. But I couldn't say any of that. I was just being ungrateful. Dad had spent so much money on this and we were going to have such a good time. The dinner didn't matter. Both of us knew what was happening after. He stared at me like a lion stalking its prey. "You're nervous." "N-no, I'm fine..." "Don't do that." There it was again... but this time, I felt so much more scared than before... "I don't know if I want this..." "I'll be gentle, you know I won't hurt you." "But... this is all so sudden..." "It'll be nice and easy." No, it wouldn't! He wouldn't listen to me! Why did it feel like I was screaming into a void!? "You wouldn't... if I said no, right?" "Are you going to say no?" He put on a twisted look that I suppose was supposed to be seductive... but it seemed more intimidating. I bit my lip and looked down. "You look so cute like that, you know." His hand reached around my lower chin. I didn't even know he had wormed his way around behind me already. "You know I won't do anything without consent." But I knew what would happen if I said no. He'd be angry. He'd probably hurt me or call me a bitch. He'd throw everything good he'd done for me and my family back in my face. And my parents would, too. "Do you want me, Jessica?" Hearing him say my name made me freeze as his hand groped my breast and his hips ground against my butt. He already knew the answer. "Yes..." And I knew, from the moment he took me without a condom. Nothing I said would matter. I couldn't complain, no action would be taken. He would rule over my life and I would be forever indebted to him. Everything bad would be my fault. After all, "Boys will be boys."

Well then, since our main thread has been inactive for quite a while, would anyone be interested in starting a new thread? Perhaps something more personal, one-to-one?

You can feel free to discuss your ideas here! Propose an idea and see if anyone else would be interested in playing to it! You can also feel free to create a separate OoC thread to discuss specifics if you feel it's necessary as well! As for starting the actual roleplay, you can just create a new thread with [Open] for an open roleplay or [Username1 x Username2] for a roleplay with a specific other user! Then your introductory post, you could, say, have your character wake up in the room and describe their initial reaction to their immediate surroundings, then start wandering around to stumble across the other character in that introductory post.

You could look at the open roleplay thread I suppose? It's just standard roleplay.

If you really wanted to, I suppose you could do a solo story, but you're simply meant to interact with someone else's character. Both writers can contribute ideas for the types of things they find while exploring the maze of rooms.

Well, the purpose of the roleplay is very simple, really. It's more or less an excuse to explore your characters in a mostly empty environment. In this roleplay, the world of the Backrooms is a total mystery. Nobody knows how they got there, how long they've been there, or whether or not it's even real. Note, this is inspired by the Backrooms and does not necessarily line up with the story behind The Backrooms at all. For example, there are no monsters, there's no "no-clipping out of reality," etc. It's purely inspired by the image and the basic description of what the Backrooms are like on a surface level. Since every thread will detail a different experience, this story can be many genres. For some it might be a romantic fantasy, for others it might be a terrible nightmare. It all depends on the perspective the characters share! The roleplay is a great place to develop new characters that you want to get a feel for for other roleplays! You can start as many threads as you want with as many different people you want and explore to your heart's content. There's no real canon here and even the details described int he club are more like general guidelines. There can be exceptions to all!

I wouldn't say dead at all! The main thread's gone a bit inactive since we're waiting on Neptune's response, but this club was designed to accomodate for that by allowing the same character to be used in multiple threads at a time! By nature of this roleplay, anybody can start any additional threads! One with a more horror vibe could be fun! Did you have any ideas to explore?

It was his first time. Ever. The idea was always in the back of his mind. He always wondered what it was like, but always knew he'd never actually do it... besides, he didn't even know where to look for one in the first place... but one day, just by happenstance, he came across a post online. Someone asking where to find one. A glory hole. Apparently they were a lot more common than he'd ever thought. Sex shops. It seemed so obvious in hindsight, but... he wouldn't go to one. Ever. He'd never been. Besides, this was all just fantasy. It was just porn... it was a fetish and nothing more. But no matter how much he thought about it, the idea was so incredibly hot to him. It never failed to spring an erection whenever he thought of being eye-level to a large cock. The sights, the smells, the texture, the taste... he could imagine it all, he'd even been tasting his own cum. He was somewhat ashamed of his interests. The dirty things that excited him so much... but that shame only made it hotter, harder to resist... these feelings had already struck him once before on the way home. He'd tried hookups a few times but always chickened out as the meeting time approached. What if his parents found out? What if someone he knew saw him? What if word gets out? What if it reaches the church? All of these questions and so many more would echo in his mind any time he started to explore it... but every once in a while, he'd have that edge-tipping thought... How good would that feel? That thought had so much power over him. At his most stressful times, he found him gravitating to it more and more. It wasn't what he was supposed to do. But it was what his body desired, what his body craved... he wanted to feel that shame. Maybe once the secret got out, he would be free from his closet. Maybe... that change was necessary. There were two steps that made this a possibility. Two things he'd done recently to help stop himself from chickening out before hookups. He'd shaved himself. Top to bottom. Only the long, soft red hair on his head remained. Having no hair on his body made him feel so much more feminine. So much more soft, so much more... slutty. He'd bought an outfit. A girl's outfit. It was a simple one, cheap but effective. A girls'-cut shirt, a bit tight on him, but it worked; a black skirt, he loved the feeling of having so much of his legs exposed; socks that ran up his shins, something about the way they clung to his legs made him feel so much cuter; a padded bra to give him the look of having tits to fill out the shirt; hairpins to style his hair; silky white panties; and a pair of black heeled shoes, just to complete that look... The look of a horny, slutty girl who was ready to submit to anyone and everyone no matter how reckless it was... His heart was racing just from figuring out where he'd change clothes. He briefly dismissed the idea of the bathroom. What if someone saw him walk out in girl's clothes? Then, he thought, wouldn't that be so much hotter than a gloryhole? So, he went and changed. And she emerged. She had decided that when he changed into these clothes, Trent was too busy studying at the school's library. It was Trish who was in town. When she arrived at the sex shop, her heart was pumping out of her chest. She couldn't believe what she was doing. She didn't even know if they'd have a glory hole. But, she'd never been out in the public like this before, either. What if someone saw her? What if someone recognized her...? What if, though...? She shook the idea out of her head and continued, pushing the door inside. She was blushing like crazy. Even the clerk could tell she was nervous and asked if she needed anything. "N-no, I'm just... looking." It was a lie, but Trent was holding her back. He was so afraid... but why? Everyone who was here would be happy for her... She decided for now to pretend like she was just here to shop. She wound up buying a small dildo. Something else she'd never done. But there was still something there... She was at the register, checking out... and then... You're so close, don't miss your chance. "Um... actually... er... n-nevermind." Idiot. But as she shamefully walked away with nothing but a dildo in her hand, she hesitated at the door. There was a man at the counter now. He asked about a glory hole and her whole body froze as she looked around and saw the clerk leading the man down the hallway. She didn't get a good look at the man, but that was fine. She immediately gravitated toward the two and followed them as well. There were two doors. "Suck on the right, get sucked on the left." This was it... it was real and it was here. She was frozen. Everything was lining up and she was frozen. That was when the clerk noticed her. An amused smile on her face as she gestured for her to approach. She did. At this point, her erection was clearly visible in her skirt. "Are you too nervous to ask? Don't be, darling. Suck on the right, get sucked on the left." She repeated it with a wink before walking back to the counter. Trish stepped up to the door and pushed it open, closing it behind her. Locking it. There was a stained pillow on the ground and the air in the room was humid. Her heart was racing. She'd never done this before. The man in the other room must've heard the door close. It wasn't long at all before the cock was pushed through. This is it. She reached forward, placing her hands against the wall. So many disgusting things could happen... so many questions... What if I get an STD? What if it's someone I know? What if they can tell I'm a guy and get mad? He's waiting. He acted before he could even keep thinking... so much shame filled his body as he leaned forward and licked the tip of this cock. He heard a moan from the other side. This man was sensitive. Before she knew it... One thing led to another. His heart never stopped pounding. The shame was so overwhelming. And yet, so hot. This was who he was. This is what he's been reduced to. No man would do this. He was a girl. He was a slut. And that turned him on more than anything he'd ever thought to himself before. He. Felt. Good. It wasn't long before the man came in his mouth. He didn't stop. She didn't stop, either. The man was still hard. She just kept going. Even digging his dildo out of the bag it was in and beginning to ride it, using spit and cum as lube. And soon, it was over...? The man came one last time and pulled away. She didn't hesitate to swallow what remained. He resented the fact that he probably just sucked off some dirty old creep... somebody who couldn't get any so he just came to get a quick fix... but why did he want more? Then one more thought returned to his head. How good would that feel? He heard the door on the other side open and, without thinking, without so much as moving to put her panties back on, she got up and rushed out of the door. She had to see. She was met by a man who was smiling down at her. He wasn't leaving at all. She blushed. "Do you need something?" "I-I..." She felt so small. So weak. He was so much bigger than her. He wasn't stunningly attractive or anything, but... The man looked down at her erection, causing her to blush even more. "I won't do a thing unless you tell me you want it." "I-I... I do..." "What?" "H-huh...?" "Would you like to come with me? Just for the night..." Just for the night... It wasn't just a night. It wasn't just a night. Again, no thoughts. He'd find an explanation later. He nodded. And that was how his new life began. Slowly, his shame dissolved. This wasn't her boyfriend, he was her master. He used her. She loved being desired. And to think, all of this came, from one simple impulse. "How good would that feel?"

From her perspective, it's more like pushing someone next to a cliff, she knew he'd come back out okay, she didn't think it through much beyond that though! She mainly just wanted to embarrass him a bit by showing some powerlessness.

The more she explored of the village, the emptier Alez began to feel here. It was like she was totally disconnected from them. Even moreso than usual. Like they were on a whole other plane of existence and she was just watching them through some sort of monitor. She wasn't quite sure what the purpose of this village was... why were these people here? Was this some sort of snapshot of Cassandra or Mei Yi's memory? Or perhaps these were real people trapped under some sort of curse? As for her thoughts about Mei Yi, while she certainly had her concerns there, she had to remind herself it wasn't her jurisdiction. She had no business digging deeper into their history. Whatever they wanted to share with her, they would. Besides, from what she's heard already, she was able to get a vague idea of what happened. It was a messy situation that wouldn't be very smart to get involved in. She figured it was best not to interfere too much before taking a deep breath and preparing to head into battle. There was no telling how long she could last in her current position. She needed to find a way back and her only lead was Mr. Enron. Or perhaps whatever was causing him to scream. Her priority was to find her way back to her own world so that she could be reunited with her Mother in Coelis to be healed and renewed. While it was easier said than done, if she didn't do whatever she could think to, she'd be as good as dead in this world. She tried not to let her feelings get the better of her as she spread her wings and began to take off in the direction of the screams, trusting that when the moment arose, Caelisia's Blade would appear in her hands.

Aurora pouted slightly as she was called out for her rather reckless idea of a prank. Why so serious? It's not like she would've caused any serious damage. The only problem was Amon's own fault for trying to open his mouth! She could've helped him on her own... Besides, if what she did was enough to cause any sort of security concern, then surely they'd need better security here in the first place! She'd just wound up here after getting lost, it's not like it was hard to find her way here! If anybody can just waltz right up to this island, then surely they'd want to protect everything! But, the royal mannerisms instilled in her from birth weren't totally lost on her. She supposed she hadn't been acting very princess-like. Then again, she didn't really think Amon pranking Vanilla the way he did was much different. But that was no excuse... She soon turned to Amon and offered a bow. "I'm sorry," she muttered somewhat under her breath. "I truly meant no harm and I hope you're okay. I will gladly make amends however necessary." Her innocence didn't allow her to recognize how vulnerable such an apology would make her. It's more a static response for angry civilians and the like, a promise to provide wealth or workers. It's normally never been anything she's had to provide before, but it had yet to really dawn on her that she didn't quite have her father to lean on at the moment. Aurora turned back to Lollipop, as he began to explain what he was here for. "An abnormality?" She supposed that, though all of this place was strange and new to her, she would probably be considered out-of-place to those who lived here. "I-I see... well, if my presence is causing problems then I suppose I can get going as soon as I find my friend..."

Sorry for the wait on Aurora's response! I'll try to get back to it soon! I don't like to keep people waiting on public rps like this!

Aurora actually grew a bit alarmed when she saw Amon take in water so soon. She was confident humans were supposed to hold their breath for at least several more seconds! What the heck! Didn't he know he couldn't breathe underwater!? She didn't hesitate to let him rise to the surface and even gave him a swift nudge herself. She was a bit disappointed the interaction was over so soon. She really wanted to flex her ability to evade him in the water and make him genuinely panic before helping him to the surface, but things definitely didn't go as planned. Still, watching him make such a foolish mistake, especially after hanging around to ensure that he was okay... Aurora arose from the water nearby as Lollipop approached, sunshine glistening off her vivid colors as she giggled to herself. "You're not a fish, did you think you could breathe like one?" She teased. She blinked as she looked at the group and realized there was a new face. She blinked in surprise as her eyes landed on Lollipop. She immediately interpreted the person before him as a woman. His features resembled those of Vanilla's more than Amon's, after all. She could see the concern on Lollipop's face and just offered a friendly smile. "Don't worry, I never would hurt someone outside of self defense. I may not know much about humans, but I've studied them a lot in my home of Abri. I've learned lots of self-defense lessons but I'm also able to tell when one's had enough... But I didn't expect him to open his mouth like that. I hope I hadn't gone too far?" Her gaze shifted over to Amon, she still couldn't deny how funny it was in hindsight and had to stifle her own giggles. "I assure you there is no chance of anyone friendly drowning in my arms."

Aurora hadn't admittedly considered the psychological implications of her actions. She knew this man had experience fighting, though admittedly she knew nothing about the psychological toll a fighter had to undergo. She was somewhat like a child in that respect. She thought it might be funny to see a big tough guy like him get scared, with little more thought put into it. For a moment, when she felt Vanilla's concern for Amon reach her, Aurora felt a bit of shame in her approach. Perhaps this choice of prank wasn't... the best option. Maybe humans had a different sense of humor? Or maybe... maybe she was just a bit too sheltered to realize the kinds of fears most people had to go through. Of course, her goal was never to let Amon truly drown. Merely to let him think he might and push it close to the edge. This she reassured Vanilla through their links. Though, taking Vanilla's concern into account was certainly something she'd need to do. "You know him better than I do," Aurora thought silently to her partner in crime "I don't want to cause any real harm... let me know if this is too much." With that, she began to listen more intently to Vanilla's thoughts. "Well?" She finally spoke up to Amon, out loud this time, "How long can you hold your breath? Do you think you'd be able to fight me off?~ Or maybe... maybe you don't want me to let go at all, hm?~ Maybe you just want to take me back to the surface to shoe me what you can do~" Depending on Vanilla's opinions on the matter, she might try to get him to start fighting for his life, or she might let him go and transition this little game into some sort of flirtatious lure before she did something to embarrass him... perhaps she could make use of that octopus from before...? She was also more than a little curious how Amon would respond to her inquiry.

She did, but only after pulling him underneath her. He needs to get around her and she's not going to let him do that so easily.

@BladeRunner Small objection, but Amon is currently underneath Aurora and in her tight grasp, so if he's going to get to the surface for air, he needs to fight her off first. She's currently keeping him trapped underwater.

Aurora giggled to herself before expertly swerving underneath him, a firm grip on his midsection allowing her to yank him underneath the surface of the water before she quickly released him and swam just out of his arm's reach. "We're predators, are we not?" Though her accent was still thick, her voice carried seamlessly through the water as though it were air, just as she could glide around in the blue waters as freely as a bird can fly. "We lure lonely sailors into our arms with our beautiful looks and voices and then drown them in the depths of the oceans. I could certainly toy with a man like you for quite some time down here... I wonder how long you'll last?~" Aurora teased the man with a menacing grin. As long as she was underwater, she was as good as untouchable physically, so as far as she was aware, there was no way Amon could counter her and that she had total control of the situation. She'd never faced an underwater danger she couldn't overcome. Even great sharks and giant squid were no match for her. "Don't be too upset," Aurora giggled again. "You'll be able to spend the rest of your life with me," She swooped in toward him, pressing her chest up against his and holding her lips up close to his own. Of course, she was comfortable in getting close. If he made any sudden moves, she could easily squirm away. "Wouldn't you like that? Just me and you, under the abyss of the sea, forever and ever~"

"Just watch and play along~" Aurora giggled before glancing back over at Amon who was already surfacing for air. This would probably be her best opportunity to sneak up on him. Aurora waited for waited for Amon to reach the water's surface so he could get a lung-full of air. It wouldn't be any fun toying with him for only a couple of seconds before having to let go. As soon as his head reached the surface, Aurora spun and dashed her way up behind him. She knew it was slightly disorienting transitioning from the water to the surface. There's a few moments where you can't see anything beneath you. This was the window of time Aurora chose to take advantage of. She snuck up behind him and gently curled her tail around his waist before pressing her chest up against his back and whispering into his ear, using his own language this time rather than the foreign she'd been speaking before. "I suppose someone like you has heard of my kind? And yet you find it wise to trust a monster like me on this island? Are you not worried you could be making... a mistake?" Though her words were spoken with a rather thick accent as she still wasn't quite used to making these sounds with her mouth. As she spoke, she grinned and tightened her tail around his waist. "Are you ready to find out?~"

Aurora had been so caught up in her own worries that she hadn't even noticed Vanilla's temporary sense of alarm from the ambush was just that, temporary. She quickly realized she wasn't in any actual danger. Where that brief flicker of fear she felt from Vanilla was, now stood a sense of humor. She now understood it was exactly what she said. A prank. She had never considered that the people of the surface would treat each other in such a way. It wasn't at all unlike her own people. She couldn't help but giggle about it, and suddenly the gears in her head started turning. "If you want to get him back, then I have an idea..." She glanced back at Amon who had just returned to the surface for a breath of air. "Would you like my help in pranking him back? He's in my territory, after all." She wiggled her tail as a scheming grin spread across her face. "Don't worry, you can search my thoughts enough to know I won't cause any actual harm to him, he'll just be a little scared~" As Amon approached the reef, he'd find many of the smaller bugs and crabs scurrying about a bit more frantically than usual, as if they were running from something deeper within...

Amon seemed to be acting a little strange, Aurora noted. She'd initially assumed that he was trying to help her find the Octopus, but it was weird that he would make his way to the water before they could form a link... maybe he just didn't understand how the process worked? She didn't sense any serious tension from Vanilla, though, so maybe this was simply normal behavior for him? Regardless, Aurora focused her attention on the beach, speaking around with the little critters. She hadn't gotten much information when she suddenly heard a splash from the deeper water. She turned to find Amon pulling Vanilla underwater! In a moment of panic, Aurora pulled her dry shirt off and threw it onto the sand, leaving only the wet one in place as she dove back into the water and swiftly swam to Vanilla's location, her body having taken back to her sea form, her skin and hair seeming to glow underwater while her radiant armor manifested around her body underneath the wet shirt she was wearing. She quickly found the shirt to be rather inhibiting to her swimming ability, but for now, she had no need to remove it. "What happened!? Is everything okay!?"

Sweet Treat Island... so indeed, this was a paradise where it seemed anyone could come and be safe... there seemed to also be some force protecting it from any sort of evil that might threaten to disrupt that peace... If a place like this existed up here on the surface, maybe being here alone wasn't nearly as dangerous as Aurora had initially thought? At Vanilla's suggestion, Aurora nodded. If Amon was here to help, then she would probably need create a telepathic link with him as well. In order to do so, however, she'd have to make physical contact with him. She shakily took a few steps toward him when she heard Vanilla tease the man. She couldn't fully understand the joke and immediately blushed as her own nakedness had been called to attention. She couldn't understand Amon's response directly. Before she was able to make contact with him, he had already made his way to the water to help her search for Viscie. "Ah, well, I think if we're looking for Viscie it would be best to speak to the friends here, right? Maybe one of them have seen him!" By 'friends,' Aurora was speaking of the little critters that roamed the beach. Crabs and fish and the like. That other Octopus from before said that Viscie was on the hunt, so maybe some crabs would be trying to hide from him? Aurora's eyes began to scan the shallow waters to see if she could spot any movement.