Icarian Dreams

Focused entirely on Ruben, Lucy nearly jumped up, as, with a satisfying smack, Lance’s hand fell onto her butt cheek, causing her entire backside to shake like a jelly. „H-hey,” she tried to exclaim, only for her voice to shake in pleasure as the cat’s finger unexpectedly pressed deeper into her, sending shivers through her body as he skillfully rubbed her sensitive insides. She felt her knees and arms weaken, and stumbled slightly in her movement, before gasping as he pulled back, leaving her even more hot and bothered than she was before. She didn’t even realize when the control over the leash was given to Ruben, so the sudden tug he gave on her collar caught her by surprise. Slightly off-balance, she reached up with her hands, supporting herself on his hips, feeling the massive erection push against her through the material, until she finally let it out. The slime-girl shivered with arousal and anticipation as the member fell onto her face, but reluctantly pushed herself back, preparing to move towards the rest of her friends. The leash at her neck stopped her in her movements, not letting her go further than a couple steps away from Ruben. Her gaze went up towards the human, and her cheeks flushed deep green as she saw that he wasn't even giving her that much attention, distracted by something happening behind her back. For a moment, she considered asking him about it, but by that point his attention returned back to her, and his hand rested on her head, rewarding her with a commending rub between the ears and a word of approval. With his last comment, Lucy once again found herself considering getting the rest of the guys in on the action, but as she felt the leash pull her head into place, forcing her attention onto the rod in front of her, it became clear that this wasn’t really her choice to make. She obediently lowered her head towards the member, parting her lips to wrap them around the head, feeling the slightly salty taste on her tongue as she slipped it under his cock, teasing the shaft with wet, gentle licks. Slowly, getting used to the taste, she began to lean deeper, combining the motions of her head with the movement of her dexterous tongue to further enhance the sensation for the human she was servicing.

“Thank you,” the Anubis nodded in gratitude at Troy’s offer of help, and stepped towards the desk, reaching for the stack of returned books, not keen on keeping her hands idle for too long. Her chin did rise a bit as she heard the librarian give his assessment on the sleeping student, affirming that she was right in her judgement. “I’ll tell Mr. Kano to let her out before he closes~” she followed up, her eyes drifting towards the object in Troy’s hands “…uhh, I’ll let him know about the door too.” Silence fell for a moment as she focused on her work, right until she heard the librarian again. She raised her head, returning her attention to him. “Hmm? Oh, yes, as a matter of fact, I have,” she affirmed, resting the book she was registering back down on the desk, and linking her fingers together in front of her abdomen. “I’m… still not entirely certain on a couple passages, but it should be mostly right,” she let him know. To be frank, she had finished translating the pages sometime last week, and they’ve been sitting relatively untouched in her bag since then, but there was always one excuse or another that she could find not to bring them to Troy’s attention. The thing was that it wasn’t a bad translation per se, but when working on magic, there was always this element of uncertainty – risk, even. You never know what’s going to happen if you change a word in a lengthy incantation, or mix up the names of ingredients in a ritual… Most of the times it would just fizzle, but sometimes, there were side effects… Needless to say, she did feel a fair degree of anxiety as she rushed off to retrieve the notes from her bag. It was much easier when Master Illrean was around, with his vast knowledge on all things arcane- N-not that she didn’t like Master Havershan, of course! The cheeks of the Anubis flushed in light red. It was just helpful to have someone double-check her notes and correct any eventual mistakes. At least she still had the tome he gave her- well… until recently. She sulked, feeling a mixture of anger and guilt run through her. Realizing that she’s been crouching frozen over her bag for a bit too long, she shook it off, and reached down for the notepad and the book, bringing them out the bag.

„Oh! Good morning, Master Havershan!” @Thatannoyinggod a voice of the resident Anubis resounded from behind the shelves, a pair of black-furred ears perking up above the books. The sound of a few heavy tomes being quickly (but carefully) placed down could be heard, before, after a longer second, Anpu herself emerged from the depths of the library, smiling in a weirdly nervous fashion as she stepped towards the librarian’s desk. At the sight of Troy, however, the corners of her lips rose for a moment in genuine joy. “I’m almost finished sorting section four in accordance to your instructions,” she motioned towards the area she had just came from, with the same degree of pride that always resonated in her voice when she spoke of her library-related duties. “I should be able to get it done by today evening - I’ll update the computer archives tomorrow-“ she explained, planning the motions right as she listed them. She paused for a second, suddenly remembering something. „Oh, right: there’s also a faun sleeping under the table in section eight,” she informed, falling into thought for a few seconds longer, only to divert her gaze and coil her ears to the sides in an almost guilty manner right after said seconds passed. “…she wasn’t doing any harm, and… I didn’t have the heart to wake her up,” she explained herself.

It didn’t take Lance’s mind-reading powers to sense the collective desire gathered in the group surrounding Lucy. Her eyes moved across their faces as she performed, the lewd remarks from her friends only stirring up her own excitement and confidence. Being yearned for like that – it was both empowering and embarrassing at the same time – and Lucy enjoyed both of the conflicting emotions equally. It didn’t take long after she finished and dropped to her knees, for Lance to stand up, reaching for something with clearly prepared intent. Lucy raised her head slightly as he approached, her eyes widening at the sight of the item he was carrying. So this was what they were so secretive about. She recognized the collar well, but never would she have expected that she’d end up as the one actually wearing it. The slime-girl blushed, for a moment turning her gaze towards Keya, only to see him, too, approach her. Her cheeks flared even stronger as she watched the two men tower over her, the rapid pace of her heart only increasing as the cat solely crouched down in front of her, reaching to fasten the device around her neck. Instinctively, she raised her head a few inches up, making it easier for him to pull the strap around the front, and lock it in place. There was something so uniquely arousing in hearing the metal clasp lock under her chin and feeling the soft leather tighten around her neck, digging slightly into her supple flesh. That alone was enough to get her to quietly push her hand under the tail on her lap and between her legs, curling her fingers towards the more sensitive parts of her goo, all while everyone’s eyes rested on her. Her attempt was thwarted as Lance’s fingers grasped her chin, forcing her to have to focus on the cat. She did her best to listen attentively, nodding along to his words as he vocalized her next dare. By this point they were well past subtleties, but the directness of the command still took her aback a little, only for the sharp voice of Keya to bring her back to the present. She looked up at the dragon, then back at the Rakshasa, before obediently dropping to her hands and knees as the cat tugged onto the leash, pulling her towards their human friend. Taking Keya’s hastening to heart, she hurried towards Ruben, in the rush no longer putting the attention to cover her privates, instead letting the slimy tail swoosh from side to side to the movement of her hips, accentuated by the embarrassing position. She positioned herself between the human’s legs, moving back onto her knees as her hands rose towards his crotch, her fingers skillfully taking care of the zipper, and pulling the pants down. She paused, hesitantly, and leaned back slightly, seeing the boy’s erection push against his underwear towards her. Her gaze went up at Ruben, and she swallowed. Slowly, keeping the eye contact, she leaned back in, lowering herself a bit further than before, clutching onto the sides his lowered pants as her lips touched the material of the boxers, giving the rod a kiss through the material, before wrapping around the upper edge of the underwear, grasping the with surprising dexterity and slowly, skillfully, pulling it down...

All Lamp could really do was observe as the human finished undressing himself, and made his way towards the few newly-regrown flowers, treating himself to one of them. She watched with envy as the flower disappeared in his mouth, but as he put the other one between his lips, the feeling gave ground to surprise, and then even hope as he slowly made his way towards her. Looking forward to the tasty treat, she stretched forward as much as the vines would let her and parted her lips, letting him push the flower between them. With a satisfied smile, she munched onto the petals. Occupied with the snack she didn’t even notice when he undid her pants, that is, until she felt shivers run through her body as two gentle vines began to climb up her sensitive thighs, edging closer and closer towards her honeypot. She looked up at him with uncertainty. This was definitely not the right way to get her eggs fertilized, and in her experience with plants, they’ve never- “Aahh~!” a soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips, as the floral tentacles finally reached their goal. How did it happen to feel so good? Her breath started to slowly even as she grew accustomed to the sensation, her bosom still rapidly rising and falling as his hands – and a few more vines – wrapped themselves around it, squeezing and playing with them, and, with gentle pressure, forcing them front and center. Her lips remained parted half-way, letting quiet gasps escape from between them even as he raised her head, bringing her focus back to him - as difficult as it was to focus on anything other than the sensations her body was subject to.

Lamp blinked a couple times, not quite recognizing the lengthy word he used there- Aph-ro-di-si-acs- He must have probably meant these sweet flowers that she found around! She nodded along in confirmation - in fact, was she not stopped, she would probably have eaten even more! They were veeery tasty. Speaking of, seeing the plants that she had only recently finished eating start to regrow under the man's hand, only reassured Lamp that he was indeed the perfect mate - attractive and he could provide her free nutrition? What else could she ever wish for? She smiled, enamored, at him, feeling her own body heat up as he returned the smile, and felt a sense of relief run through her as the lights turned off, leaving them in a very pleasant darkness, lit up only by the faint glow of the surrounding plants. She tried to move, groaning at the vines as they still didn't let her get closer to him. The happiness that she felt when he agreed to mate with her was dimmed by the words that followed. Fun of his own? What could he possibly mean by that? She bit her lip, not quite knowing what to expect. Why were humans always so complicated? Ah well, at least he agreed to mate pretty quickly. "I'm Lamp..." she carefully introduced herself, following his movements with her void-like eyes. Her heart skip a beat as he started to undress, and she tugged, once again, vainly, onto the restraints that held her. Why was she still being held?

"The thing" regained her senses within the next two minutes or so, her nocturnal eyes parting only half-way, still having to get used to the intensity of the light. Her head hung down, weighing on her shoulders, still rather fuzzy from the initial impact... and maybe from something else as well - as the sweet aftertaste of the flowers lingered on her tongue. She tried to gather herself up, until she realized that not only was she already upright - but also completely restrained, her limbs unable to move but an inch from their current position. "Whaaaaaaa...?" she questioned incoherently, not quite yet comprehending the situation. She pulled onto the vines in confusion, her head turning to the side, trying to see what was holding her back - then, as she noticed something, she froze. Very slowly, her eyes moved towards the center of the room, then widened as she noticed the man standing right there. The antennae on her head straightened upright. What she was looking at was clearly a human - but what a human it was! Lamp couldn't keep her eyes away from all the lustrous and bright elements about his appearance - from the countless pretty golden ornaments on his clothing, through a pair of pretty, glossy... glasses, Lamp remembered Hiro calling them - to, finally, his magnificent, magnificent hair, bearing this delightfully bright and delightfully green hue that Lamp couldn't help but just gasp at the sight of. For a moment she just remained there, her mouth slightly agape, taking in the sight of this magnificent specimen in front of her, already having almost forgotten about being tied, or why was she even here in the first place. In fact, her mind was occupied by an entirely different idea... "Umm... Wanna fertilize my eggs?"

Oh, she didn't try the pink ones yet! Lamp fluttered her wings in delight, causing her form to sway up and down in the air, before she reached up, carefully dragging a flowerpot down the shelf, catching it with the bottom pair of her arms. Mmmm... It looked delicious! She smiled to herself, before taking a good bite out of the colorful flower, Mmm, and it tasted so too! She took another bite... and another... and soon all that remained of the plant was a sad, slender stalk, and a pleasant, luscious memory. She placed the pot down, her eyes looking through the shelves, easily finding more of the same. It was truly a miracle. Who would have guessed that the best food in the area would be not in the kitchen - oh no - but rather just a few corridors away from her own nest, in a small, inconspicuous room such as this one? Lamp certainly didn't. But there it was, right before her, full with herbs and plants she never would have considered existed - and they were all oh-so-good! She had been deep into the consumption of what must have already been fourth or fifth bright flower of this weird, delicious plant, when by the corner of her eye, she saw something move at the side of the door. She stopped mid-bite. What was... However, before she could even finish the sentence, a bright, painful flash of whiteness filled her eyes, completely overtaking her vision. She screamed. Something else screamed too. Her arms flailed. The flowerpot flew into the air. She rocketed backwards, trying to get towards the window, only to hit a solid wall behind her back, bouncing off as she plummeted towards the other side, for a solid few seconds madly ricocheting all around the room in blindness and confusion. Then - something flickered before her eyes, and for a split second, her entire vision turned from white to black, an awful pain spreading through her head, as she got sent barrelling backwards, her wings swinging wildly, before crashing deep into the ground, her ears hearing only loud painful ringing that resonated in her skull...

A clarification from my side: I never saw your mention in OOC of your character dying - if there was one, I presume it was made before I engaged Victor into the scene, and so I just dismissed it as not addressed to me. Since there's plenty of things going on simultaneously, I don't keep tabs on what each and every character in the roleplay is doing or how they are feeling at any given moment, so I came into the scene with only the knowledge of what was written in the set-up. Had I known that your intention was to literally have your character die, I would have definitely voiced my objection. If it was mentioned when I was already in the scene, then I simply must have not taken notice of it, and if that's the case, you have my apologies. For the future, I'd ask that people tag me when there's a decision to make relating a scene which involves my characters, so that we can avoid situations like these. From my perspective, this is mostly just a matter of miscommunication. A character dying in a scene is bound to have massive repercussions on both remaining characters in said scene (and not everyone involved consented to it), as well, in this case in particular, on the setting in whole - if you consider the context, a student died on school grounds, in the middle of an official event. Since said school is also the club's setting, I'm sure you can see how deeply can it impact the mood and functionality of the roleplay as a whole. It's a major shift in tone for nearly everyone, involved or not, and changes this large should only be allowed to the club owner - if at all. If it's still hard to grasp, consider what it would do to my character, on a more personal level - Victor already has some emotional baggage regarding his lyncathropy, or rather, his struggle to control it. If a student died literally under his hands, with the implication that he hurt her in his werewolf form, I can definitely see him collapsing mentally from the guilt - falling back into addiction, resigning from his job as a teacher. This would most likely mean an end to the character as a whole. This is, once again, a major turn for the character, and definitely not the one I ever intended or wanted him to take. To put simply, at the risk of repeating myself, your character's death is forcing a massive change in both the setting and characters involved, without the consent of neither the administration of the club, nor your roleplaying partners. That's why it's not in line with the etiquette.

I mean... it just came rather straight out of the blue. I don't think anyone quite expected a student- or well, anyone really, dying in this roleplay. It's just not that sort of a game, really - I think Jenny will agree with me on that one. I mean, sure, there's space for some more serious topics, but not quite so... morbid. Not to mention, having a student die quite literally on Victor's hands (with it being implied that he harmed her beforehand as well) would have quite severe implications on his (and I presume the remaining characters' too) mental health, which is not exactly something I may want to roleplay right now. That's without saying that the entire event would probably have to be halted because a student literally died on school grounds as it was going on. I have to say I'm rather flabbergasted by the entire situation. I'd be most favorable of completely keeping, well, death, out of the roleplay, but I'll leave the final call on that to Jen, as she's the one managing this roleplay.

Well my remaining scenes aren't finished, but that's mostly due to one of my partners dropping, so I guess we could just finish that in private. Other than that, are we not going to deal with a student literally dying during the party? Or do we just act like that scene didn't happen? Cause... it'd have pretty major influence on my character, I'm pretty sure. And I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with that.

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's @Thatannoyinggod back again! Ayyy, good to have you with us again ^^ Things have slowed down significantly when you were away

„Mgh~” The Anubis choked slightly, not expecting Scarlet to push deeper into her, and having to stop pleasuring herself just to grab onto the demon’s hip with another hand, but quickly adjusted, compliantly taking in more and more of the pulsating rod. She looked up at the oni with slight worry. She would have gladly sucked Scarlet dry, but she wasn't sure if the demon girl would have the endurance to go for another round right after, and, after all, she still craved the futa inside of her, practically shaking with arousal. Focusing back on the cock for a second, she breathed in, before pulling herself all the way to Scarlet’s crotch, feeling it push against her throat, filling it up so well. She smiled, making soft motions with her head to Scarlet’s pleasure, before pushing herself back after a longer while, heavily breathing, but happy and even a bit proud. Her hand replaced her mouth at stimulating the demon, as the Anubis stood up, her legs shaking slightly underneath her. “In me~?” she asked in a pleading voice, moving her hand towards her pussy, spreading the folds and presenting it to the demon. She looked up at the girl, hoping that she would oblige, but ready to drop back down on her knees at any time if that was what the oni preferred.

Feeling the vines release him from their grasp, Victor pushed himself up into a sitting position, supporting himself with his arm for a moment, and listening to what the headmaster was saying. The wound on his arm was already starting to mend – courtesy of being a monster – he thought bitterly. He fixed the torn pieces of clothing still hung on him. Thankfully he didn't transform completely into an animal, or these would most likely be in scraps. Upon hearing the notion that he hurt a student, his expression turned pained. “Fuck,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He scrambled himself up, groaning as his muscles ached, sore after the transformation, and took a couple uneven steps to get closer to Julie before kneeling down next to her. “Shhhh, it’s alright-“ he tried to calm her down, not really sure what to do in such situations. Thankfully, in his quick examination he didn't spot any wounds or cuts on her, but with the vines covering most of her body, he couldn't have been sure. “We’re getting you a medic, you’ll be fine,” he picked up on Mary’s words, hoping to reassure the girl. For a moment he just sat there, his forehead wrinkled with worry, listening to the poor student he attacked. But then her voice grew weaker. “Hey, hey HEY, stay with me!” he raised his voice slightly, rushing to the girl as he saw her drop unconscious, only to stop near her, unsure how to help her. He hesitated for a moment, then extended his hand towards her neck to try and check her pulse, his eyes quickly moving towards his colleagues, and the girl again.

Lucy grinned at Keya’s response to what she was doing, getting just the reaction she expected. She stepped back, giving him some space, and slid to the side, towards the table with liquor. Watching Keya struggle out of his pants, she took a cup and downed the shot in one go, before smirking back to the dragon. “Well, I’d feel insulted if you didn’t~” she winked. „Right, I-” she reacted, hearing Lance prompt her to dare someone and trying to think up on whom to choose, only to get interrupted by a certain dragon friend of hers. She opened her mouth, then closed it immediately after, hearing his proposition. Normally she’d keep up the appearances and at least try to protest, but the dragon’s idea stirred something inside her that just made her sit quiet and blush vividly as the rest of the group applauded the idea. The dare that he threw right after, only intensified that feeling. “Oh, well, if you think that’s fair…~” the slime-girl finally responded, bringing her best impression of naive innocence to her face as she placed the cup back on the table and took a few steps back to the center of the room, looking around at the attentive faces of her friends. Her heart was beating at an increased pace, rushed by the wave of arousal that ran throughout her body, even at the mere idea of exposing herself like that for her friends’ pleasure. Hesitating only for a fraction of a second, her hands went to the opposite sides of her body, in slow, sensual motions caressing up her waist as she considered for a moment what to do, before starting to gently pull up the material of her shirt. She bit her lip. In true Lucy fashion, she was not wearing any underwear, meaning she would have to put some extra effort for the show not to end too quickly… Looking down on her body, and letting her hips sway lightly from side to side, she brought the shirt up, stopping it just under her breasts, where she pulled on the fabric to bring it closer towards her skin, shifting just a bit more of her mass into her bust, until her nipples pushed against the inside of the shirt, poking two small bulges out in the fabric. One of her arms let go of the material and went even further, pressing her breasts together from both sides with her upper arm and forearm, while the other remained in place, slowly massaging the lower parts of her chest. She leaned slightly forward and breathed out as the emerald orbs squeezed together, feeling the pleasant tingle of arousal from the sensitive goo within her chest rubbing against itself. She raised her eyes towards her friends. A part of her wondered how exciting would it feel to perform like that in front of strangers, fantasizing about the lusty looks they would give her, maybe even paying just to see more of her… Her cheeks warmed up in arousal and genuine embarrassment as she realized that in that fantasy, she unwillingly focused her gaze on Lance, who was, most likely, attentively listening in. Her gaze once again focused on her own body as her hand went upwards, her fingers hooking at the collar of her shirt, pulling it to the side and down her shoulder, before moving back to the base of the piece of clothing. She grasped it at both sides, slowly, sensually pulling the shirt up, letting it rub against her breasts, pushing them slightly upwards along the way. Lucy moaned quietly as the material met her aroused nipples, hooking onto them for a few seconds longer, before finally letting go, causing the two shapely breasts to drop down with a satisfying bounce, at last revealed to the world. The slime-girl smiled, and with regained confidence pushed her chest forward, rising her arms as she pulled the shirt over her head and completely off. With one piece of apparel gone, she stretched for a moment longer before lowering her hands, making sure to give her breasts a tender caress on the way down. As she did so, she turned slightly to the side, letting one of her hands end up on her buttcheek, giving it an inviting rub before moving on, grasping the sides of her pants with her fingers, and slowly, inch-by-inch, lowering them down, revealing more and more of her sweet, bubbly butt, while she began to turn directly away from her audience. When she finally did so, after taking a short glimpse at her friends, the slime-girl started to suggestively lean forwards, pulling her last piece of clothing even further down her body while giving the boys a perfect view at her exposed privates – that is, were it not for her emerald tail, that arched downwards and between her legs, just barely covering them. Inch-by-inch, she lowered the pants from her thighs to her knees and from her knees to her ankles, before finally taking two small steps out of them, leaving the clothing behind. Completely naked, she turned back towards the group, with a smile on her face, and blush on her cheeks, her tail still tactically wrapped in front of her. Unsure what to do, she sat down on her knees, resting the tail on her lap, and her hands on top of it, waiting for another comman- ...dare, like a good dog-morph would!

Lucy also breathed heavier after the kiss, her entire body – seemingly slightly darker in tone than moments ago - pulsated softly from the emotion. Slowly, her hands ran up the sides of Ruben’s chest, finally moving to his shoulders, and slowly pushing the sleeves of his shirt to the sides. She looked at the boy in the eyes, smiling upon the compliment, before a quiet, muffled groan escaped her lips, audible most likely only to Ruben, as Keya brought her back to reality. She leaned out, giving her human friend a caress on the cheek as she did so, leaving the shirt halfway-undone, resting only by the sleeves on his forearms. Giving Ruben a last, promising smile, she turned towards Keya. “Mm- yeah, open the second bottle too,” she suggested, before her attention turned back to Ruben, who seemed to have figured out a good dare. “Oh-?” She raised her eyebrow at the task, her face lightening up in a smirk. “Well, I guess I better finish what I started then~” She lowered her voice, leaning back towards Ruben, and finally pushing off his shirt completely, letting it fall to the floor. “One down, two to go,” she chuckled slightly, then slowly rose up from the boy’s lap, giving him – and likely most people behind her as well – a good view of her slimy, flexible – and somehow still clothed - body. With a somewhat bouncy step, she made her way towards Lance, giving a glance to his already-open shirt. Well, that feels almost like cheating, she smiled, placing her hands on the flaps of the shirt as she leaned closer towards the Rakshasa. “Arms up, kitty-cat~” she teased, pulling the clothes upwards, to get them off in a single motion, and coincidentally, pushing her bust a bit closer to the cat-demon’s face as she had to stand up on her toes to get the shirt completely off his arms. Leaving the piece of apparel on the nearby desk, she finally focused her attention on Keya, with a rather entertaining idea on her mind, approaching the dragon from behind as he focused on the bottles of alcohol. She snuck her arm under his, lightly wrapping it around his chest while she rested her squashy chin on his shoulder, looking up towards his face. Her other hand, however, went around his hip, and towards the fly of his pants, carefully unzipping it while she gave the dragon a particularly playful – and slightly vicious – smile. Retreating her hand slightly, she pushed his pants down to his knees, and moved her head slightly closer to Keya’s head. “Woof~” she whispered, and gave a gentle lick on the dragon's cheek before releasing him from her clutches and stepping back.

The wolf’s arm twitched, as uncertainty struck his mind. Something was wrong. The girl- the prey, she was saying things, not running. Victor… knew that voice. And somewhere, from within, he tried to stop the blow, not seeking any harm to the prey. The Beast hesitated, torn between loyalty and instinct, its charge slowing down. But then, some unexpected force struck directly into its chest, knocking all breath out of the werewolf’s lungs and throwing it straight into the ground before thick vines wrapped themselves around the arms and legs of the monstrous form. The Beast thrashed in the binds for a couple seconds, low growls of frustration resonating within the dome as the floral restraints kept firm. It looked frantically around, searching for a way out, furiously pulling on the plantlife one more time, before realizing it’s futility. It fell back to the ground helpless, saving its energy for another time. ============================ Victor woke up. His head hurt, his shoulder hurt, and he already had had an innate feeling that something was deeply and seriously wrong that he just couldn’t get rid of. He tried to move, but something stopped him from doing so – be it the weakness in his muscles or maybe something entirely else. He groaned, slowly started to regain the feeling in his digits, and feeling the cold evening air on his bare skin. He heard someone shouting, and slowly turned his head in that direction, through half-opened eyes seeing a humanoid figure next to what he first identified as a miniature mountain. Only when he saw it move did he recognize it as the vice-headmaster. Fuck. What did I do this time… He sighed in resignation, and tried to stand up, only for the vines to firmly remind him that that was impossible. Once again, he fell back down, and coughed a couple times, clearing his throat. “Is- Ugh, Is everyone alright?” he asked in a raspy voice, groaning as he felt the smell of blood in the air. Most of it was his blood, but there was also some he didn’t recognize.

Victor twitched, blinking a few times as a sharp scent of flesh suddenly hit his nostrils, surprising his unprepared senses. It took him a second to adjust and straighten back-up (as much as he could while remaining behind the cover, at least), turning towards the emerging man, and the packet of meat in his hands. He greeted him with a faint nod, and listened to his words, visibly concerned with the situation. "Well, let's hope it'll do," he muttered, taking the food from the headmaster. As the barrier shifted under Edgar’s hand, bringing them closer to the goal, he kept a close eye on the figure, around half-way through breathing out in relief, as his eyes started to discern a student of his – bloodied, alert, and faint – but familiar. He put his hand on Edgar’s shoulder, stopping him when they got closer, then grasped onto the edge of the barrier, pushing himself outside, then immediately recoiling back as the force of the wind proved greater than he expected. He grit his teeth, tightening his grip on the packet of food, and tried again, this time managing to support himself with his right foot, not letting the wind carry him away. Step after step he made his way closer, covering his face from the hurricane as he approached the girl. He peaked at her from under his arm, trying to understand the situation better. She didn’t appear to have been casting anything, nor did he see anything unusual near her, but the storm was clearly centered on the girl. He’s seen her impact the weather in a similar fashion before once or twice, but the tempest they were in was reaching sizes that he strongly doubted such a little thing like her could summon without any aid. Then, his gaze met her eyes, and he realized the mistake he’s made. Instinctively, his arms rose to protect his head, his eyes widening as the vicious little serpent lunged straight at him. He tried to move back, but the wind swept him to the side, forcing him to catch his balance back right before a set of tiny, but sharp teeth sunk themselves deep within his flesh, using this momentary fumble to draw deep crimson blood. He screamed in pain, the impact throwing him a few feet into the air and ripping the food from his grip, his scream turning into a roar as agony took over any and all control he had, his clothing stretching and tearing on his body as it grew in mass and size, his skin turning into a thick coat of dark-brown fur. He landed on his feet and hands with a loud impact, digging his newly elongated claws into the ripe ground, ripping bunches of coastal grass out of the dirt as the air current pushed him a few feet back. His lupine head rose, his glowing eyes instantly catching the tiny form of the foe who just had managed to cause him so much pain, and who must have gotten separated from him in the midst of the chaos. Without a second thought, he dashed straight at her, the gale proving less of an obstacle to his empowered muscles, and pounced, his arm winding up into a rage-filled slash that his animalistic mind aimed to direct straight at her soft throat. @SilverGirl20

Hey peeps! Pretty tired today, so I'm not gonna be replying too much right now, but I'll try to drop in with some replies through the night!

„Oh? So that’s how it is?” Lucy smiled, hearing the idea behind Keya’s dare. Her eyes went to the human besides her. It seemed the dragon knew well what was sitting in her mind… And he sure as hell looked quite confident about it, giving her some rather ambiguous, but nevertheless She turned towards Ruben, quite ready for his dare, but her attention did get caught by Keya’s rather theatric exclamation. She glanced towards him, not sure what exactly to expect, but quickly returned with her gaze to her human friend, not wanting him to feel neglected in any way. She smiled encouragingly, putting her hand by the side of his neck, giving him a gentle caress. Oh, don’t apologize, you doofus, she berated the boy in her mind, looking at him with affection as he wriggled about in place, trying to get up. She moved backwards a bit, trying to give him some space, but then, she felt the boy tug on her arm, pulling her around towards him and forcing her to place one of her legs on the other side of the boy’s waist, in an attempt to retain some balance, as a result, putting them both in a more… intimate position than Ruben probably realized. If he didn’t, her blush would be the first indicator of that. She didn’t seem to mind though. The next time he began to apologize, she couldn’t stop herself from interrupting him “Oh, just shut up and kiss me~” and leaned into the kiss, pressing her lips into his. He was much different from Keya, that’s for sure, even though she didn’t want to compare neither to the other. It was certainly much gentler, and a bit abashed, as opposed to Keya's fervent and passionate embrace, but that was to be expected, given Ruben's innate shyness and his lack of experience. For someone who never kissed before, however, he was definitely a quick learner. As it turned out – quicker than she thought, as all out of a sudden, when she was only about to break contact and lean back, she felt his hand push on the back of her head, pulling her back into the embrace. Her eyes widened, not expecting such a move from the boy, but managed to quickly catch on, wrapping her own arms around his neck as she felt him push her closer into him – as she would probably noticed, almost into his crotch, but she was too busy with Ruben’s tongue suddenly entering her mouth, grasping and licking down the sweet nectar of her own tongue. She moaned faintly into his lips. Mmmh- Don’t get addicted… she thought. Although I… don’t think I'd mind if you did… The slime-girl felt her breasts push into the boy’s chest, even despite the few layers of material separating them. As their tongues twined, she lowered one of her hands, slowly unbuttoning Ruben’s already rather revealing shirt. She didn’t give it much thought, to her slightly intoxicated mind it felt only natural, and when their mouths finally parted, she finished, and ran her hands on his now-bare chest. “Mmm… Ruuben~” she said melodically, with a note of approval in her voice, looking him seductively in the eyes. “You’re a natural…” she mentioned, seemingly having forgotten about the rest of their friends still being around, and surely watching the escalating scene.

Hey, I'm sorry I'm holding the scene up, but I've got some seriously important college stuff going on practically the entire day. I'll try to catch up as soon as I can!

Appreciated.

Even if, you still ought to leave that up to the other player to decide. That's literally Roleplaying 101. But, to address your point, keep in mind that she's shooting in the middle of a raging storm, with most likely rather light flechettes, into what's also most likely a cluster of at least two people fighting. You can write "expert marksman" on your sheet all you want, but that's still a near-impossible shot, no matter how much training you have. If anything I'd imagine someone actually trained with a weapon would likely not take that shot at all and not risk friendly fire, but then I'm not exactly an expert on that, so take that as a presumption rather than a statement. The alternative is literally what I said. Cut the segment off, and let the other players decide how the scene turns out.

Hey, @JennyDK, could you maybe cut out the part with Mary hitting Julie with the tranquilizer dart from your post? Feels to me like a bit too quick deescalation of the situation, especially since now I'd have to have Victor react on the presumption that the shot connects, which cheapens the tension (not to mention you're taking away player agency by that).

Sup Jen! Been a while since I woke up this early - aaaand will probably be heading right back to sleep. The daylight, it buuuurns~!