Neptune

I'm definitely game for him to use her, if you are. It would make it easier for him to manipulate her into helping him get easier access to debt riddled college girls.

Location: On Northern side of the central Mountain range. Dezrin was unruffled by her cold tone. If anything, he was very pleased that she was able to actually speak and think coherently enough to do so. He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a brilliant flash, quickly followed by a loud rumble of thunder. The rain was beginning to come down harder, making it hard to see more than a few metres in front of them. The wind began to howl, causing the trees to rustle and sway. Dezrin frowned a little, not liking how quickly the storm was getting fierce. It made him wonder how bad it was. While his fathers and brothers absolutely loved flying in storms, as it was a good way to build stamina and to learn to fly in dangerous environments, it was not something that Dezrin often did. He was also uncomfortable with the fact that they were surrounded by trees, but unfortunately, there was no safe place where they could rest. The mountain range was several days on foot, and he sincerely doubted that Cassandra would want to fly in this weather, and he couldn’t didn’t want to risk her health by doing so. He looked back down at her, feeling his purple hair clinging to the sides of his face and neck, speaking in her language, “Honestly? Right now I want to get out of this storm. But if you mean what I want from you… nothing. You don’t owe me anything, and nor am I going to take anything from you. No one sent me. My presence here is… complicated, and I will explain that to you later. Now isn’t the time. And no one is paying me anything.” He looked at her, catching her gaze and holding it so that she could see the no doubt foreign emotion of honesty in his dark green eyes, “I need you to listen to me. I mean you no harm. I do not need anything from you, and I am not here on the behest of anyone. I know you’re very confused right now, and rightfully so. But right now is not the time for proper explanations. We need to get out of this storm, because it’s only going to get worse. I want to head deeper into the forest, and hopefully come across something that we can hide in and wait out the storm. We can talk while we’re waiting out the storm and I promise to answer any question that you put to me, okay?” He didn’t blink for the entire time, instead allowing his translucent inner lids to protect his eyes from not only the rain but from drying out.”

You're not misinterpreting it, no. That's exactly what I mean ^^

As Izanagi detailed out about how he had been taught how to wield a blade, Daedrin sat silently as he ate the meat of the rabbit straight from the bone, tearing off as much of it as he could. He nodded his head slightly in approval when Izanagi said that he had improved upon the techniques that his own father had taught him to better suit the capabilities that he had. Daedrin himself had adapted some of his father’s lessons to better suit himself and his own personal style. Thus far he had yet to come up with something that would allow him to beat the man himself. He raised an eyebrow, pausing in his eating when Izanagi stated the reason why he spoke his attacks out loud. He supposed that somewhat explained it, but honestly Daedrin didn’t quite understand. But then Izanagi didn’t have the benefit of an Eldyrannth brain, which processed information at a much faster rate, which helped towards his quicker reaction times. Not only that, but when wielding magic, all he needed to do was think what he wanted and it happened. The speed of thought was far superior than that of speech which, to him, seemed rather clumsy. It was something he had noticed with other people, especially magic users. Perhaps speaking the spells or incantations out loud helped them better focus, so that their thoughts didn’t lead them astray. Daedrin had finished his bite when Izanagi said that maybe he might meet Daedrin’s master. Daedrin smiled at Izanagi as he flicked the now empty sticks onto the fire, “Maybe you might meet him one day. But I will warn you; my father is not one to be trifled with. If you spar with him, expect to lose. Even if you used all your fancy powers, he’s pretty unbeatable. And if you wanted him to teach you some things, then you’re going to have to prove that you’re a worthy enough student.” He then paused as he looked at the fire thoughtfully before he went on to say, “He has spent his entire life in the pursuit of the protection of his people. He has done things that would rip the sanity away from a normal person. He has fought in wars that have lasted longer than you’ve ever lived. Possibly longer than even Odium has lived. He is a Doctor, though. He dedicates his life to healing people, to saving their lives. But very often it involves picking up a weapon to do so. Most people wouldn’t understand the contradiction, but then they don’t really understand my father.” He then stopped and shrugged, as if he had said a little more than he intended. He then coughed and said, “Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll take the first watch.” He then looked at the fire, silently indicating that he was no longer interested in talking. He decided to leave the fire alone, as the chances of them being attacked by something were much slimmer than when they were deeper within the forest. He waited until Izanagi had gone to bed, and his breathing indicated that he was fast asleep. He then stood up and moved around the fire, looking out into the dark forest before he turned his head and looked towards Hermitage. It was still too far for him to see, but he stared nonetheless. He spent the hours almost restlessly moving around, his footsteps as silent as smoke to avoid waking his friend up. Finally, when he judged that it was time, he moved over to Izanagi and gently shook him awake, “Time for your watch.” He said silently before moving over to his sleeping bag and getting inside, turning his back to the fire so that it would benefit from the heat radiating from the flames. He willed himself to sleep, and it wasn’t long before he was deeply asleep. [[Moved back to main thread]]

@Rucio Okay, sleep wasn't a thing for me today. I had a couple of thoughts, though, if you were interested in Lydia. About his potential motivation for targeting her. Compared to most of the teachers, she's pretty young and pretty new (as she's only been on the job for a year or so if I remember correctly). Because she's a teacher, she would have access to not only hundreds of students, but information regarding said students. He might want her to draw students in, and maybe look up records of students to see which ones would make the perfect targets. Does that make sense? I hope it does xD

Really, it would be easy to manipulate her into doing what he wants considering her rather naive nature. I certainly don't mind having her corrupted into obedience to do with as he pleased. Although right now, I am going to go to bed. I'm exhausted and falling asleep at the keyboard ^^;

I'll link you to her profile. She's been hidden for a little while since I have had no idea what to do with her. Originally, she was involved in RP with someone else, but they just up and left so it left her in limbo.

I should also add that Aura is the master of understatement there. Crippling is putting it lightly lol

Unfortunately, my only university student is occupied and not really in a position for what you're after. The only other character I have tied to the university is a teacher, still paying off her student loan debt from when she was at university. But, she's not a student and might be too old for what you're looking for (27).

Daedrin side stepped away from the fire, allowing them to get into a space where they could move without worrying about stepping into the fire and ruining their food. He pulled his sword from its sheath, the bright blade making a hissing sound as it was drawn. Daedrin took a rather simple stance. His right foot was slightly ahead of him, while his left foot was a little back, angled out so that he could move quickly. His arms were angled down, but they were relaxed as they gripped the handle of his sword, which was pointed upwards and towards his target. He noticed that Izanagi was holding his sword in one hand, while the other was holding his sheath. Not a style that Daedrin personally liked. While he was holding his sword with two hands right now, he could easily wield it one-handed. He liked having a hand free, allowing him to use his hand to grab or even strike out as swordsmanship often involved brawling. His father had once told him to ignore all the flashy swordsmanship shown in movies and games, since it had little effectiveness. He told Daedrin that a flashy style looked impressive, but all it did was hide the lack of skill. His blood red eyes were completely focused on Izanagi, not moving a muscle until the man suddenly dashed towards him. Stepping back with his right foot, Daedrin allowed the man to close the gap before moving his sword to stop Izanagi’s and cause it to bounce back before blocking another quick attack. He noticed very quickly that Izanagi seemed to favour a rather sweeping style with quick, powerful attacks that would completely overwhelm a slower opponent. But Daedrin's sharp vision and reflexes allowed him to keep up with the insane speed. He moved his blade with each strike, causing the ring of the clashing metal to echo around the clearing. Both Daegrin and Lucky were watching with widened eyes as if they couldn’t quite believe what they were seeing. Daedrin used his quick reflexes to strike back against Izanagi, employing one of his favourite tactics. He would block Izanagi’s sword, stopping it within inches of his face. He would then reach up with a hand, wrapping his fingers around it in such a way that the edges would not dig into it. His grip was hard and unyielding, preventing Izanagi from yanking it from him. He would then strike out with his own blade only to be met with the sheath of Izanagi’s sword, where upon he would let go of the other man’s sword. He did this several times, before feigning Izanagi. It started much the same way, with the blocked strike which he grabbed. He then struck forwards with the blade but as Izanagi was reaching up with the sheath, his blade suddenly darted to the side but he only managed to get a scratch along the other man’s cheek. At Izanagi’s comment, Daedrin smirked back at him, pleased that he had managed to get first blood. It had been a long time since he had fought someone with this level of skill, and his blood surged through his veins as he could almost taste the blood upon his lips. This only fuelled his movements, allowing him to move even quicker and to hit even harder. He then noticed a slight shift in Izanagi’s style, indicating that he realised he wasn’t going to get anywhere with his first style, where he utilised the tip of his blade in an attempt to pierce at him. It also made it harder for him to be able to grab onto the sword to prevent further attacks, or to allow him to take advantage of the opening it presented. This forced Daedrin to have to concentrate even harder as Izanagi seemed to randomise his attacks in an attempt to become less predictable. Of course, one of Daedrin’s sparring partners was the master of the unpredictable, so he paid closer attention to the movements of Izanagi’s arms and body, rather than the blade. He could see the slight shift into the direction where the blade was going to move to, allowing him to react with his own blade to knock Izanagi’s aside. It didn’t always work, though, as Izanagi was able to slice a scratch along the back of his hand. An injury that could have been prevented if he had been wearing the proper gloves. The desire to best his opponent spurred him on, causing time to almost fly by as they exchanged blow after blow that would set his ears ringing for the rest of the night. It seemed that neither of them were going to be able to get the upper hand. But it came to a sudden stop within a moment. Daedrin had lashed out with his sword, wanting to do a feint attack. But as he twisted his blade, causing it to slide down the sheath towards Izanagi’s neck, he realised that he had left himself open to an attack. This caused them both to freeze, each with a deadly blade at their necks. Daedrin could see that his opponent was trying to recover his breath. Daedrin himself was barely winded, and his breathing was as calm as ever despite the intense duel. The moment Izanagi began to chuckle, Daedrin relaxed a little and he pulled back. He lowered his blade before he slid it back into its sheath. He then looked up, quirking an eyebrow up a little at Izanagi’s praise. The corner of his lips twitched a little before he chuckled softly himself, “Thank you. I had an incredible, and yet to be beaten, teacher. You are very skilled yourself, my friend. I very much enjoyed our duel.” He said, before putting his right hand on the left side of his chest, above his left heart before he bowed slightly in a sign of deep respect. When he straightened, he gave Izanagi a smile before he moved back over to the fire. The fight had taken longer than what he had been expected and he needed to check if the rabbits were burnt. Thankfully, they weren’t but he then said, “The rabbits are done.” He sat himself down, pulling the sticks from the soil and handed Izanagi his rabbits before he asked, “Who taught you?”

Location: Sapphire Mantle Hotel and Spa (Luxury Hotel); Early morning “Take your time.” The officer sat at the desk said encouragingly when she seemed to hesitate in a shy, and unsure manner. He was staring intently at her, almost forgetting to write down what she was saying. Kaylaen looked at the officer, before looking at Sophia before he then noticed that her cleavage was on display. He was reasonably sure that it wasn’t that exposed before the arrival of the owner and officers, but he couldn’t quite remember. The headache was making it difficult to really think. He looked over at the owner and the second officer, and noticed that they seemed really interested in Sophia, who either didn’t mind the attention or was oblivious to it. He was about to look away before he did a double-take when he saw the owner shift a little and the unmistakable bulge of an erection that he seemed to be trying to hide. Kaylaen had no idea what to make of that, or even how to subtly tell Sophia, so he turned his head back to Sophia as she explained about the decision of Shez’s to some to this hotel. He didn’t even bat an eye when she emphasized that he was her friend, and he even nodded to show that she spoke the truth. While Sophia was really nice, and while he would fuck anyone with little care to their gender, he was romantically more inclined towards men. It would take a very special woman to catch his heart. He continued watching Sophia blush and flounder her way through her statement until she finally asked if she was in trouble. The officer writing on the tablet was quick to smile and reassure her, “Of course not, pet.” He even reached out to give her a pet on the knee, rubbing his thumb against it for a moment before he pulled back and continued to write on his tablet, “We just needed your version of events, to compare to the CCTV footage that we’ve watched. It’s quite clear that you two were taken for quite the- ah, ride.” He said, the corner of his lips twitched a little up at the double meaning of what he had said. He then coughed a little, clearing his throat as he typed a couple more things on his tablet before saying, “I’ve gotten your statements down. Although if you think of anything else…” He rummaged around in his pocket for a few moments, before pulling out a call card. He pulled out a pen and scribbled something down on it before he then handed the card to Sophia, “Just give me a call.” If she looked at the car, she would see that he had put his name down as ‘Benjamin’ and had put down a personal phone number. Kaylaen saw this and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. Was the officer coming onto her? While he couldn’t blame the man, he was certainly surprised and he looked at Sophia to see her reaction. Location: Twin Mill Motel and nearby fish and chip shop. Time: 20:38 “Ah, finally.” Rayvenne muttered softly as an email from Diomedes came in. She opened up the email and her dark eyes scanned the information that was present. Meticulous as always, she saw that he had included a lot of detail regarding the person he wanted her to check up on. A Sophia Hayashi, a nineteen year old immigrant from America. She had fled unscrupulous individuals, and Diomedes was willing to pay extra if Rayvenne got her hands on any information regarding them. A part of her was curious as to his interest in this street urchin but dismissed her curiosity. Despite her personal relationship with him, she was not interested in his numerous flings. It wasn’t her business. She closed the lid of the laptop before putting it aside with a sigh, “Raeghan. I’m going to go get something to eat. Do you want to be let out while I go and do that?” She asked, looking over to where the dark bird was grooming his wings. He looked up, ruffling them for a moment before cawing softly, “Please. That damn pet holder of yours is cramped as all hell.” He said. Rayvenne nodded her head in agreement as she slipped from the bed and picked up her wallet as well as the keys for the room. She unlocked and opened the door, stepping out and looking around before she stepped slightly to the side and nodded at Raeghan. The large raven flew out of the open motel door and swung upwards into the night air. She watched him closely for a few moments until he disappeared from view behind one of the nearby buildings. She then closed the door, making sure it was locked before she turned and went down the street. There was a fish and chip shop nearby, and she fancied a cod. The streets were lit brightly by the overhead lights, despite the fact that it was well into night. It was still extremely cold, but despite that she was quite comfortable. People hurrying past her were all wrapped up in thick coats, while she was wearing black jeans, a t-shirt and a thin jacket. She could sense how cold it was, but it wasn’t affecting her. It was only a short five minute walk from the shop, and she stepped into the family run establishment. She went from very cold air, to warm air that blasted her in the face as she stepped in. There was a young man behind the counter by the register, putting a couple of boxes in a bag and handing it to a customer, wishing them a goodnight before the customer stepped around Rayvenne and left. Now that she was the only one here, she stepped up and said, “A large cod, a large portion of chips and a can of coke.” “Coming right up!” He said with a friendly smile as he turned around close to another worker, an older woman, as he began to cook another batch of chips by loading the frying basket with potato chips and lowering them into the fryer. She stepped back, leaning against the wall in silence as she divided her time between watching them cook and glancing out towards the door where she could see people passing the window.

@Aura I've made modifications.

Don't sweat it. I've done stuff like that before xD I'll have a look and make any edits to my post tomorrow. I'm just having a last look through ED for today before heading to bed. Honestly, I didn't mention it because my imagination had inserted the collar into her image when doing my post.

Rose felt relieved when the buzzing sound suddenly stopped, and she really hoped that Anhara had decided to end whatever sinful act she was doing for now. But she tensed back up when Anhara spoke, demanding to know if Rose told her to stop, or if she asked her to stop. She froze for a moment in panic, and she held the doll even closer while being careful not to damage it. After all, Anhara had said that this was Halie’s doll, and her father had warned her not to upset Halie. She bit her lower lip, knowing that she was going to be careful with her words. “I-I asked. I-I said please. I-I… I don’t lie… ” She said, hating the fact that her voice sounded so small and pathetic to her own ears. She hunched over a little, expecting to see the strike of fists on her. Her muscles tensed to the point where they ached, and her legs twitched a little as she resisted the urge to bring them up so that she could curl up into a tight ball to defend herself from whatever was going to come her way. She refused to even look at Anhara, not wanting to see the girls angry face. Even though Anhara’s father told her that the taller girl couldn’t touch Rose, the fact that she even subtly disobeyed him on one thing made Rose think that she would easily disobey him in other ways.

Location: Sapphire Mantle Hotel and Spa (Luxury Hotel); Early morning As Kaylaen was watching the officer with the tablet, he didn’t notice Sophia’s watchful gaze on the three other men in the room. The Hotel Owner was still standing by the door, but his attention now seemed to be fixed on Sophia. He tried to maintain his professional air, but he seemed unable to peel his eyes away from Sophia’s cleavage which was now on show. The first officer didn’t seem to notice anything different, but the second one seemed to pause and give Sophia a rather appraising glance, his eyes pausing on her cleavage for a moment before his eyes then moved down to her covered crotch. He then moved, standing on the other side of the door, which was opposite to where Sophia was sitting, and he simply smirked at her with a certain glint in his eyes that she would no doubt recognise. The first officer, completely oblivious to the show, and his partners reaction to it, looked up and over at them, “Can you describe to me what happened?” Kaylaen decided to go first, hoping it would give Sophia the confidence to speak afterwards, “I was in a bar, since I decided to head there after work to wind down. But when the bar had closed and I was pretty drunk at this point, I stepped out to start getting home but I was approached by two people. Sophia and the kitsune man who introduced himself as Shez. He was tall… taller than I am with dark hair and kitsune ears and tail. He was wearing dark clothing but I don’t remember what colour his eyes were. I’m not sure how they met. But Shez lead us to this hotel, where the pink haired woman was at the reception desk. She called herself Emma, and after a bit of flirting, she agreed to accompany us up here where we…” He coughed a little, “... well, had sex with each other.” At this the first officer’s eyebrow rose but said nothing as Kaylaen continued, “This went on for a few hours until we fell asleep. I was then later awoken by Sophia in her attempts to find her bag, and that’s when I realised that my stuff had also disappeared. We had the suspicion that we had been robbed by them, and that lead us to think that perhaps this room wasn’t really paid for. That’s when we called the reception who confirmed that no, it wasn’t paid for.” The first officer’s fingers flew across the screen of the tablet as he quickly typed everything that Kaylaen was saying. Finally, he lifted his eyes and looked over at Sophia, opening his mouth to say something but then paused as he finally noticed her cleavage. He seemed a little startled, but even as he spoke he wouldn’t stop looking, “Can you add anything else, miss?”

Location: On Northern side of the central Mountain range. Dezrin knew that Cassandra should understand him, as he had been speaking nothing but her language. So he was pleased when she took a sip of the offered water, despite the fact that it resulted in her coughing. He gently shushed her, holding her against him as she continued cough. Once again in her language he said, “Take it slow. Don’t drink too much, too quickly. We don’t want you throwing up now, do we?” His tone was very loving and gentle, as he slowly encouraged her to drink more. He restricted the flow so that she could not drink too much at once, and risk another coughing fit. The entire time she was drinking the water he offered, he continued to hum the lullaby, which was always effective in calming down distressed children. It also worked on adults, and he hoped it would work on Cassandra as well. Once the water was gone, he said in her language, “I know you likely want more, but if I give you too much right now you’re going to be sick. I will give you more soon.” He brushed her hair away from her face as he gave her one of his most engaging and boyish grin. He hoped that now he had given her a dose of energy, as well as something to drink, her mind will begin to clear up and allow him to be able to talk to her. It would also allow him to give her a few of the emergency MRE cubes he had in his bag. He had no doubt that she was severely malnourished and his father had given him the means to overcome that. The energy he had sacrificed would do her good for a few hours but after that she would be back to square one again. He was grateful that his father was a damned genius to invent the super MRE’s, as they contained enough energy and nutrients for a full day's worth of meals. But the best part about them was that they were a small cube that would burst in the mouth, thus was perfect for someone in Cassandra’s position where they were unable to eat too much as their stomach would be far too constricted to get more than a few mouthfuls down. His father had given him explicit instructions on how to nurse Cassandra back to some measure of health. Still looking down at her, he asked in her language, “How are you feeling now? A little better?”

From what Rowan could hear, she was stripping herself out of her clothes. The only thing that kept his back turned towards her was the fact that he didn’t want to ruin whatever surprise she had in store for him. He could hear the rustling of clothing as she seemed to be slipping them on. He thought he also heard the very faint rasp of string, and wondered just what it was that she was putting on. He was forced to stand for quite a while, but he was resolutely determined to wait until she had finished and gave him permission to turn around. However he then heard her footsteps skipping on the wooden floor closer towards him. He remained still, not wanting to startle her. Plus he was curious to know what she was going to do. To his surprise, he felt her hands on his head, pulling him down. He allowed her to do this, before he felt her sweet, luscious lips pressing against his. Automatically, he kissed her back, eager for the sweet taste that was uniquely her. Out of all the women he had kissed and fucked over his lifetime, he had never experienced a woman with a taste like hers. For a moment, he lips left his and she spoke. He could feel her breath ghosting against his lips, before once again he felt her lips pressing against his. He decided that he could wait for a few moments longer while he enjoyed kissing her back. After several moments, he pulled back and straightened a little as he opened his eyes to look down at her. The moment he did, his mind went completely blank as he stared at her new outfit. He found himself completely stupefied. She looked completely different in the outfit. She was absolutely stunning, and he was unable to tear his eyes from her. The colours made her silver hair seemed even lighter like freshly fallen stone, and matched the purple of her glorious eyes. He knew he had just been staring at her for at least a minute before he seemed to get a hold of himself, “... words fail me on how beautiful you are.” He said, still unable to look away. It seemed obvious as to where his thinking ability had gone, as his cock had hardened at the sight of her and she could no doubt see it straining against his trousers. It spoke far louder than words as to what he thought of her. His eyes shifted to look at the armband that was around her upper arm, seeing the butterfly that seemed to be tenderly kissing a white lily. He reached up and lightly traced his fingers along it before smiling a little at how fitting it was. As he touched it gently, he said, “Fitting.” His fingers moved up her arm, running across the soft skin of her shoulder before moving back down to trace along the top of the corset, following the curve of her breast, aching to touch her more and to take her on every surface of the room.

Daedrin only gave Izanagi a nod when the man greeted him for the morning before turning his attention back to his food which he ate, finishing whatever was left in the cookpot when Izanagi helped himself to more. When it was all finished, the two wordlessly cleaned and packed everything. By this point it was not something that they bothered working out with each other, as they knew automatically what they had to do, and double checked what each other had done to ensure that they left absolutely nothing behind. The last thing Daedrin picked up with the wood carving he had down, as he considered it for a few moments. He then decided to tuck it away in his pack, figuring it could give it to his wife when they returned. He pulled himself up into his saddle, shifting a little to get more comfortable. Or as comfortable as he could get while sharing his saddle with several large sacks full of ore. He looked over at Izanagi when his question was asked, before nodding his head in approval. He then nudged Daegrin forwards, and the eager stallion started forwards at a trot, his hooves stirring up the forest floor as he did so. The two of them began to move further west, heading along the Ildran River. For days they travelled along the winding water path, passing by Lake Jezero. They did everything they could to cover their tracks, but every now and again they were pestered by monsters that had to be taught the folly of attacking them. By the time they were within a day's ride of Hermitage, the two were now by the edge of the forest. They were still on the South side of the Ageon River, but the ford was closeby. Since the sun was already hovering low on the horizon, the two decided to set up camp for the night. When they had everything going, and they had a few rabbits cooking on the fire from a brief hunt, Daedrin turned to give Izanagi an appraising eye before he said, “Now would be a good a time as any to have that little fight of ours.”

Rose wasn’t sure whether the giggle was a good, or bad sign. But when there were no mocking comments, or any retribution for her decision which made her sigh a little in relief. She watched Anhara through the corner of her eyes, still not wanting to look fully at the other girl. So she watched as Anhara got off of the bed and went over to pick the doll up before asking for affirmation. Rose didn’t respond out loud, but she gave a small nod of her head as she watched the fingers moving through the shiny blonde hair of the doll. She seemed to grab something else, but Rose didn’t see what it was, and that made her feel even more cautious. When the doll was held out to her, she hesitated for a few moments before slowly reaching up and taking it. Slowly, she turned the doll around and inspected it from all sides but it seemed perfectly normal, much to her relief. That relief was short lived as Anhara got up on the bed and seemed to snuggle up against her. Rose tensed, feeling the warm skin of the other girl pressing against her own, making her uncomfortably aware of how close they were. She was not used to being this close to someone, so she seemed to freeze up as her breath caught in her throat. She had no idea what to do, or say. She didn’t like the other girl being this close, and yet she didn’t want to upset her either due to how unhinged she seemed to be. She tried to distract herself by staring rigidly down at the doll, carefully smoothing out the hair and dress. Her fingers froze when Anhara explained that the doll was important to her sister. If this Halie was taken against her will, like she had been, then Rose could understand why she would be upset at Anhara playing with them. It made her wonder just how long this Halie was their prisoner. And more importantly; where was she? Was she the one that wore those childish clothes? That thought made her stomach knot in an uncomfortable manner, as she wondered just how young Halie was. These really were not good people, and she felt sympathetic towards this sister of Anhara’s. When Anhara paused, Rose was about to ask where Halie was but the words did not leave her lips as the other girl held up what she had picked up along with the doll. Against her better judgement, Rose looked at the object but it was very clear she had no idea what it was by the confused expression on her face. Why would a remote need to be on this little pink egg-thing? What even was it? It was like nothing she had ever seen before. She was even more confused when Anhara said that she wouldn’t use it on her. She watched, her eyes widening as Anhara pressed it against her clit and twisted something on the nub. She saw the little egg seemed to blur as a faint buzzing noise filled the room. Rose’s cheeks went bright red as she suddenly realised what it was that Anhara was doing, and she turned her head so that she wouldn’t watch. She held the doll close to her, seeking comfort from the proximity of the toy as she closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to know anything about Anhara’s sick sex life with her father. A soft whimper escaped her, “P-please stop.” She said softly, not wanting to be anywhere near Anhara as the sinfully pleasured herself.

Location: Sapphire Mantle Hotel and Spa (Luxury Hotel); Early morning He noticed that Sophia didn’t respond to his question when he had stepped out of the bathroom and he looked to where she was now sitting on the bed, her eyes lost in thought. He figured that she couldn’t hear him, so lost within her little world. At first, he was mildly concerned, but she didn’t look visibly distraught like she had earlier, so he figured that her thoughts were far less distressed and for that he was grateful. He then spotted his clothes lined up neatly on the bed beside Sophia and smiled a little, “Thanks.” He thanked her as he closed the bathroom door fully and stepped up to the bed. He picked up his boxers, slipping them on before he pulled on his jeans and secured them with his belt. He then pulled on his long sleeved shirt and then picked up his coat before he looked at Sophia with a frown. He looked at her, his eyes unconsciously resting on her voluptuous breasts before he looked back at his coat, “I would offer you my coat to cover yourself but…” And here he flushed a little as he let out a nervous laugh, “I’m not sure it will… fit.” He added, before indicating her breasts. He doubted that she would be able to close the article of clothing around them, especially when he was naturally very skinny and thus the coat wasn’t a large size to begin with. It would be pretty pointless to give it to her when it would do nothing for her. He knew that it would make him look like a jerk, but there was nothing he could really do about it. He was drawn from his thoughts when there was a very firm knock on the door causing him to jump in surprise and turn towards the door. He allowed his coat to drop down onto the bed before commenting, “I guess they got tired of waiting for us.” He then moved over to the door, glancing back at Sophia to make sure that she was properly covered with the towel before he opened it. Outside were three human men, one dressed in a rather sharp suit and wearing a displeased expression. The other two were police officers who looked rather neutral. “You’re the one that called?” The man in the suit asked, to which Kaylaen nodded. The man looked him up before he came in with the officers trailing along behind him. Kaylaen closed the door before moving so that he stood slightly in front of Sophia as he looked at the suited man expectantly. The man still didn’t look too happy as he said, “I am Kevin Wilson, the Owner of this hotel. We reviewed the security footage. Roughly ten minutes before your arrival, a pink haired young lady came into the hotel and spoke to the receptionist. I need to contact the receptionist to ask what was spoken about, but whatever they spoke about caused the receptionist to leave the desk. The other lady slipped behind the counter and stole the keys for this room just before you two and another male came in, a kitsune man. From what we could see, she pretended to process the payment but obviously couldn’t as she didn’t have access to our systems. At five this morning, the pink haired woman - now looking like a kitsune, and the kitsune man left this room. The female was carrying a bag that matches the bag that you had come in with, miss.” He nodded towards Sophia before he took a deep breath, “I would like you both to make a statement to the officers here. Anything you can tell them would be helpful.” Kaylaen relaxed a little, as while the man sounded frustrated, there was an apologetic underline to his words. The chances of either him or Sophia being in trouble were very slim. It did make him feel so stupid for being so easily scammed, but in his defence he had been drunk and thus he didn’t realise that there was anything wrong. He looked behind him at Sophia and gave her a reassuring smile before looking back at the officers and asking, “Can we put in a statement anonymously? We have no idea how dangerous these people are, and they are in possession of our personal information. They can easily find out where we live.” While technically all true, he knew he was overplaying it a little. They were unlikely the violent, or stalkerish kind. He hoped at least. “Of course.” The right officer replied, pulling out a tablet before he smiled a little, looking far less intimidating. Kaylaen sat down next to Sophia, taking her hand and squeezing it a little just in case she needed some kind of contact to help centre herself while being surrounded by these official looking men. The man with the tablet sat himself down at the desk and used the tablet cover to angle it before he started to tap away on it, preparing to fill out a new statement. The Manager seemed to have drawn back at this point, looking rather agitated as he stood near the closed door as the second officer started to look around the room.

Location: Thorndown University Campus Evelyn’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ of understanding when he explained to her what the BAR exam was. As she had not even gone anywhere near the law and the study of it, she had no idea what their equivalent was. Maybe some society of lawyers? She almost giggled at that, as she had a mental image of these old lawyers sitting around a polished wood table and exchanging legalise as they smoked cigars and drank expensive whiskey. She pressed her lips together in an attempt to stop herself from smiling at the image. To cover it further, she picked up her drink and took several hasty sips from it. Thankfully, it had cooled to a temperature where she could drink it straight if she wanted to. But she wanted to savor it, so put it down just as he asked his last question. The question caused her to laugh a little before she smiled at him, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth, “As decent as living with a bunch of slobs can be.” She said with a grin. Her chuckling died down before she said, “Sometimes the others that share the kitchen and living room with me can be a little lax on their cleaning. Things like dirty plates and stuff grosses me out, so I pretty much clean the moment I am finished eating. But some leave their plates for days before cleaning them.” She shuddered with a look of disgust. She took a sip of her drink to calm herself down. “The university does actually have apartments available to students. But, as you can imagine, it’s a lot more expensive than the shared accomodations. While it would make my stay here easier, and more comfortable, I decided that the shared would be best. I only get so much money with the student loans, and I would prefer not to rely on mum and dad to pay for my food and bills. So the shared accomodation lets me have more spending money for food, bills and of course, the treat of hot chocolate.” She grinned again at him as she tapped the cup of her drink before she added, “So I guess, like you, I kind of want to be independent. To me, that’s part of the point of University. A stepping stone to true independence. Some of my course-mates though, still live off the purse of mummy and daddy.” She shrugged one of her shoulders to show that while it wasn’t her thing, she didn’t really judge them for it. It was their life, after all, and if they weren’t willing to put in the work to become completely independent, then that was their fault.

Ruby was mildly impressed by the grace in which Shorty dove behind cover. His short, squat form did not seem that wieldy, and yet he had hid himself with surprising grace. She paused in the firing of her guns when she no longer had line of sight of him. But she remained where she was, her weapon pointing towards the crates so that the moment he emerged, she could fire at him. Her eyebrow then rose a little when he began speaking. At his instruction that the cover could be destroyed with enough power, she smirked a little. That was a useful thing to know. Not only could she eliminate the cover that her foes could hide behind, but she could also get useful items from it. If they were like any games she usually played, they could range from ammo, to health pickups or even temporary perks. “Good to know, Shorty. Any other useful tricks to know?” Ruby asked, even as she changed the aim of her twin guns to point the weapons towards the crates that Shorty was hiding behind and began to rapidly fire at them. She wasn’t firing at them just because Short was hiding behind them and she wanted to hit him more, but she also wanted to know how long it would take them to break when she unleashed everything she had at the breakable objects.

Daedrin awoke the moment he felt the slight nudge. He blinked his eyes a couple of times to properly wake himself up. He sat himself up and watched as his friend put out the dim flames, “Alright.” He said, his voice soft in the darkness as he watched Izanagi settle himself down in his own bedroll. Daedrin then got up, activating his Daedric vision so that he could see in the darkness. He looked around, but could find nothing amiss so he sat himself down in a seemingly vulnerable position although he could jump up within an instant to react to any threats seen. As the night wore on, he grew rather bored. Other than the Crawler, there seemed like nothing was going to bother them. Absently, he picked up a piece of wood that was the length of his arm and roughly six inches wide, and flexed it a little to test its strength. When he was satisfied that the dry piece of wood would not break easily, he pulled out his knife and began to carve it. His dark eyes moved over to the two horses, looking at them as a reference as he carved an image in the wood. It was Daegrin and Lucky at a gallop, and by the time the sun had peered up over the horizon, he had completed his work. The two horses were so detailed and lifelike, they seemed to almost gallop out from the piece of wood. Pleased with it, Daedrin just set it aside and put it out of mind. Wood carving was something he did to relax, and he often didn’t think much about a piece once he had finished it. Thus he got up and set about preparing their porridge. He made sure that his eyes had returned to normal as he ensured that the two horses were fed before he went over and nudged Izanagi awake, “Breakfast is ready.” He said before returning to the fire to serve out their food into their generous bowls. He was quick to sit and begin eating his own in silence.

Send me an EcchiText, I can help you with your club. I've written a couple of guides on it. I know I would be kind of interested in that if set up well. I can help you make it as visible as possible, too. This site is full of really friendly people. It's one of the reasons I am so proud of it ^^ Have you taken a peek through the character IDs for Black City?

I'm not good at that, either xD I suppose you could have a look through the other characters of the RP, although at the moment only Aura and I seem to be active in this club.