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Chapter Six - Online Dating What had started out as a decent rooming situation had started to sour. Lacy was constantly short on rent, missing rent for the month, or paying them back late. He would have kicked her out after the first month but because he was hung up on Tayra, her BFF, he let it go on to long. Covering her rent and expecting money that never came. Finally it was to much even Lacy knew she had to move out. Tayra unable to cover an increase in rent also moved out at the same time. Lacy moving out and Tayra going to move back in with Merrick was like a wakeup call. Realizing maybe it wasn't Tayra he was hung up on maybe just the hope that he could find companionship. Turning to the Internet he created an online dating profile. Figuring what could it hurt he didn't know any other way to meet women. ----- TBC

well, the reason I had velvet going for robin specifically was because she was a religious individual, mr ascars wants to... find something related to that divine I mentioned before to snuff it out, and to a degree robin fits a set of criteria... also I was not intending him to be the blood sacrifice style of character, more of a manipulator and plans within plans style of villain, subtle, moving one piece to open up several paths to a checkmate... now if it was something closer to the lines of the video being switched out for something else that will either spread some chaos or further his goal that would be one thing. or maybe even just swapping it out with something to put me in my place... hell make a home porn vid of velvet and derek pop on screen or something instead

Dylan gonna spook the witch.

Looking forward for this!

Dylan continued to dance, even as their muscles tensed. "One," the Hollow smiled, "it means I have more drugs to give him to get him to play anything else - maybe you and me dancing." Dylan pressed closer to Charlotte, "Everyone hates me - how much do you think I can get on you?" They ask, writhing their way to the floor well behind the beat. The motion was serpentine, a languidly sensual. "But, more importantly," Dylan added, "since I'm already a pariah, there's nothing to lose if I use your face to break the screen. Now, Robin won't like that but that's better than watching you hurt her." Dylan let a hand drag over Charlotte as they separated from her to approach the DJ, "Want me to save you one?" They called loudly as they stepped to the table with a smile on their full lips.

Bump for my girl Firefly

It turned out that Selene had misread things. She often did, unfortunately. A sudden impact against her shoulder caused Selene to wince, both from the shock of the strike and a little bit from the pain. More than that, she felt wrong in the moment for wanting to help Robin. Charlotte had other plans, it appeared. She actually wanted to put Robin's video up! Oh. Spilled. Some of the punch had overspilled onto her hand. She might have worried more about that however at the moment there were more pressing matters. Now Charlotte was upset at her! Also just as pressing: her plan to help Robin might have just suffered a major setback. If Selene went and turned to the twins then not only would she be unable to stop them, but she would also gain a major hurdle in her quest to make friends! Heck, she might even be thrown from the party! Thankfully she had chosen correctly to confide in Dylan. He was on board with her idea of assisting Robin! Also he had a handful of something called 'X'. Was he referring to ecstasy? That was a nickname for it, wasn't it? Focus! Suddenly Dylan slid up real close to Charlotte and started to lead her off towards the DJ! The girl however resisted Dylan's charms, breaking away and speaking up to reveal her own goals. She wanted Robin to suffer. She just wants to make friends. I guess I can understand that, but at the cost of somebody else? Family, even? Without thinking about it Selene raised her cup to her lips, sipping, wincing for a moment until the drink became bearable. A nervous inclination of hers'. Cover her mouth with something. She didn't need to speak then, especially not if she was drinking. It offered her a moment of respite, a moment to think of what to say. "Apologies. I just thought you would want to protect her" she finally spoke, voice soft and words chosen carefully. "I guess I get it. I think." Although in this instance I don't really agree with it! What should I do? Her attention turned to Dylan mostly. He was the one with a plan now. She too was curious as to what they might do, and so Selene scooted a bit closer as well, anticipating hushed words!

As Selene admitted her desire to sabotage the twins' plan, Charlotte wheeled on her, stiffening and shoving a palm into the purple-haired girl's shoulder. "Selene, what the fuck?" However, Dylan's follow up had Charlotte's dark hair whipping as she turned to face them instead. "Wait. What!" She was so taken aback at Dylan's comment that they really liked her cousin, that Charlotte almost missed the offer of some X. Almost. Hesitating, Charlotte let out a growl of frustration and scratched at her head furiously, glancing back to the Tik-Tok twins as Lizzie began nodding vigorously and swiping at her screen, high-fiving Samantha as her twin sister popped a hip in a little victory dance. It seemed like it hadn't taken them too long to find the perfect song to Robin's soft-core debut. The conflicted desire for drugs against the desire for the older girls' favor played out on Charlotte's face as she looked between Selene, Dylan, and the bar. And as Dylan began to dance her toward the DJ booth, Charlotte stiffened and pulled away, her hands coming up defensively. "Nuh-uh. I have a chance here. A little payback for my 'holier-than-thou' cousin and a chance to get in good with Lizzie and Sam. And I'm taking it. A little X doesn't change that... Unless..." Suddenly suspicious and remembering Dylan's comment about doing 'something drastic', Charlotte got in their face, nose under Dylan's chin as she stabbed a finger into their sternum. "What are you going to do?"

Even if the intent is to delete the video just to buy time and not to get Robin totally off the hook, Mr. Askars seems to just want more offerings? sacrifices? I think he'd would tell Velvet something like, 'make sure you bring someone home with you tonight' in exchange for this favor. If you have an idea in mind for it to specifically be Charlotte, then I say go for it.

I mean him going for Charlotte is fine with me! I don't think Selene could do much about that. At least he doesn't want Selene!

//Hey! I got it submitted in time, lol// Hearing loss. That had to be it, Daga thought. Davaros had taken one too many strikes to the helm, and all that ringing steel meant the paladin couldn’t tell that he and Melleria were going at it hard enough to make the wood nymphs blush. Seated at the fire, the goblin woman gave the red oil-cloth tent a loathing look that might have been disappointment if the droop in her black lip and sallow eyelids hadn’t given the expression the appearance of dripping off her face like running paint. It was stupid to feel any way about it, she decided. Anyone with half a brain knew that the blue-eyed warrior with the silver sword—nineteen hands tall if he was an inch—belonged with the golden-haired half-elf he was currently stabbing with his other divine weapon. And with a miserable flick of her wrist, Daga swept her curved knife across the bulby, white head of gnomeweed growing out from under the fallen log she and the Blacktooth had dragged over for a bench. Blacktooth wasn’t seated on the impromptu bench, however. The dwarf had opted instead to squat on his pack opposite the fire from her… closer to the tent. And with his head cocked to the side and his mustache split by the stupid grin plastered on his roseate face, Daga could see the square of dark enamel that gave the barbarian his name. Cutting a weedy thread of budding assassin-vine, she tried to ignore it… just as she tried to ignore the way his calloused hand was massaging his breech cloth and just as she was trying to ignore the light, breathy voice from inside the tent gasping, “quiet, the others will hear.” Despite how she acted around the paladin, Daga didn’t believe the sorceress was quite that naïve. She knew what they were doing. She knew the dwarf and the ratty, little goblin woman would hear, and she liked knowing they would hear. Well, maybe not that Blacktooth could hear… but Melleria had caught Daga’s eyes lingering on the paladin’s sweat-streaked body as he doffed his armor after battle. Though she’d not said anything to her face, it seemed like that had been the moment the crimson-clad sorceress’s own impatience with the affably dense paladin had turned to flirtation. “Aah~ Not so rough…” Daga let out a sharp, little growl and stabbed the log. From across the fire, Blacktooth looked her way, and the goblin looked off into the trees, trying to hide the crumb of embarrassment irritating her eyes after being caught. “You know…” the dwarf started, shifting on his pack and swaying a little, as if his graveled voice had started a little avalanche inside that was making him unsteady. “There is somethin’ about bein’ in the woods… at night… under the stars… Somethin’ kinda… romanciful.” Melleria let out a high, tight squeal, and there was a pause in the steady clapping coming from the tent as cloth rustled, but only a pause. Soon the butcher’s counter sound of slapping flesh returned at a swifter pace. Ignoring the dwarf and running her palms over the wide green slope of her pointed ears, Daga wondered how much she’d still be able to hear if she cut them off. “I’m just saying—” “Not in the mood,” Daga said, cutting off Blacktooth before whatever ham-fisted proposition cooking on his tongue could escape. This, however, did not prove sufficient. “Not in the mood?” Blacktooth said incredulously. Standing up, the dwarf sauntered around the fire in a way that Daga was sure was meant to show his best assets, his stance wide and showcasing the thick muscle of his thigh—among other things—through his breeches, his grin wider now that his rotten tooth was facing away from her. “Come’n, now. Listening to them carry on doesn’t do anything for you? All them sounds… Just picturin’ what’s goin’ on inside that tent… You don’t feel even a little… randy?” As he came to a stop in front of her, Daga could see how ‘randy’ her adventuring companion was feeling, and with no inconsiderable exercise of willpower, she resisted skewering his ‘randiness’ like a sausage on the end of her weed-executing blade. She didn’t, and it wasn’t all because she didn’t like the idea of having to interrupt Davaros and Melleria’s escapades to request an emergency healing on the barbarian. No, it was in no inconsiderable part because he wasn’t wrong. And as she averted her eyes, her dark lips pinching in frustration, all the flower-cutting in the world wasn’t going to fill that ache nestling low in her own breeches. “Ah, fuck…” Blacktooth muttered, his eyes softening a degree as he dropped onto the log beside her. “Sorry. I knew you were a touch gaga for the human, but it looks like it’s really stewin’ ya, eh? The rogue and the paladin… funny sort of pairing.” It was perhaps the most sincere, Daga had ever heard the dwarf speak, and for some reason the fact that he hadn’t said ‘the goblin and the human’ gave her pause. As she glanced his way, she saw his cracked lips were pulled tight in thought, his hands staying put on his own knees as cricket song and the metronome of the paladin’s impressively steady thrusts filled the air between them. “I, uh, yeah…” Daga started, unsure what to do with the uncharacteristic show of empathy from her companion. They’d faced death together, but facing life was an entirely different matter. “I mean… I get it. Human’s don’t generally go for, erm, all of this…” Daga gestured at her scrawny figure, twelve-hands tall if you counted the ears, her yellowed eyes and rough skin the pale sickly shade of green that sometimes accompanied pus. Only her teeth were vaguely appealing, and those she’d had changed by a transmutationist—exchanging her fangs for pearly teeth of the sort found in human and elven mouths. In experience, she’d found that the juxtaposition actually made her more unsettling to some, and the only benefit was that she could now do away with the native hissing of her goblin accent more easily and do a fair imitation of some of the elven ladies she’d seen at their stopovers in Evershorne Glade. “Ah,” Blacktooth said thoughtfully, his beard wagging as he shook his head in condolence. “I understand. It’s the rare elven beauty that goes in for a road-stained dwarf like myself.” Her instinct was to snap back that there was a fair sight of difference between a dwarf and a goblin when it came to such things, but Daga held her tongue. If nothing else, Blacktooth’s moment of sincerity was distracting her from the back-arching gasps coming from the red tent. “You know, my folk have a story about such things,” the dwarf began, leaning back on the log and looking up at the stars, and for the faintest moment, Daga idly thought how the angle suited him. “There was once a gosling, and when she were born, she was the ugliest little bitch that ever waddled.” Daga frowned. “Not sure I love where this story is headed, Blacktooth.” “It gets better, it gets better,” the dwarf interjected holding up a palm to motion for patience. “Now this little goose, she knew she wasn’t the sleekest or the most handsome of the goslings, but she did not give up. No. She decided to do what she could. So as the farmer came round to feed his geese, the ugly little gosling rushed in and ate all she could.” This was a decidedly dwarven tale, Daga thought, leaning forward and resting her chin in her hands as she looked to her companion beside her. “And as she ate, she grew big and plump, and the more she ate the fuller her feathers became and the rounder her frame grew.” “So… all this eating made the ugly goose… beautiful?” Daga asked, not quite seeing the point yet. Blacktooth blinked and let out a wheezing chuckle. “What? No! She was ugly as sin, but she were right plump by then.” Taking a moment to collect himself, the dwarf’s gaze lingered on Daga with a softer grin. “She were stout and ready, and when the farmer came, he picked her out of all the other geese. And that night, he had himself a right delicious dinner. So you see—” Daga bristled as she felt the dwarf’s rough hand surreptitiously slide from the back of the log to cup her ass, and turning to face him, she flinched at how suddenly close that rotten black tooth loomed. “—even a very ugly goose can make for a very fine evening.” The suddenness with which Daga’s elbow found the barbarian’s sternum was only matched by the speed with which she shot to her feet. She didn’t waste any words, turning and stalking for the treeline. “Fine,” the dwarf wheezed, bent double and clutching at his chest, “be a cunt about it.” “AH! Davaros!” “Will you all shut the fuck up!” Daga’s outburst was so sharp and abrupt that for a moment even the woodland insects seemed to hold their breath. And as she disappeared into the wood, her goblin-eyes adjusting swiftly to the full darkness, she only faintly heard the paladin’s breathless whisper of “did you hear that?’” Stomping through the brush, Daga cut the heads of several more gnomeweed bulbs. She carelessly swung her knife through a dangling dart-thistle, wincing as the irksome weed left a red line on her knuckle. Blue serpent-tail wasn’t strictly a weed, but Daga cut several of them anyway, too. It made her feel marginally better. Stabbing and slashing usually did. As she kicked her way through the roots of the dark forest, Daga cursed each of her three party members in turn, though, after the moons turned another hand’s breadth in the sky, she decided Melleria was the only one who really deserved it. Blacktooth was a jackass… but honestly, it was on her that she’d forgotten that for a moment and allowed herself to believe otherwise. Davaros was too dense to realize the sorceress was toying with him, and even if he knew, what reason would he have to care? Because it hurt the feelings of the rat-titted goblin he’d hired on to pick locks and clear traps? ‘Oh, yes, Daga, I would certainly have turned down the no-strings sex with this buxom half-elf if I’d known you had a little crush on me.’ “Stupid,” Daga muttered, swiping out with her dagger to lop the flowering heads off a couple budding troll’s-banes. “Just stupid.” Tripping on a root, she stumbled a moment, her hand coming up to catch her balance on the tree beside her and finding it oddly… smooth? Daga blinked, righting herself and taking half a step back to assess what she’d just stumbled against. It was a slim, paper-barked pine tree, but at her level, all the bark had been cleared away. At least, on this side it had. In its place was a carving. Set in relief against the trunk was a child, no… not a child. The features were too masculine and well defined, the proportions were all adult, it was just the size of him. A halfling then, and a vividly carved one at that. Wrapping around the trunk was a vine of red gilbert, the thorns interspersed with the crimson red flowers that gave it its name. It was a small blessing that Daga had not stabbed herself falling against the tree with an open palm, landing instead on the handsome face of the halfling, though in a way it seemed almost appropriate given the way the carving was framed, almost as if it were falling out of the tree in the other direction, caught mid-air. “Thanks for the hand,” Daga said with a cheerless little laugh. “It’s fine to see an actual gentleman out here.” As she assessed the silent halfling carved into the pine, she couldn’t help but note that whoever had done it certainly had an eye for the craft. He was so lifelike… and handsome to boot, and Daga found herself drinking in his beautiful features, right down to the small ribbon of a curl escaping his cap to fall across his forehead With a sigh, Daga twisted the knife in her fingers, wistfully swiping at the tangling red gilbert. “I don’t suppose you want to come with? My current party are all assholes.” As the crimson bloom was lopped off, there was a sudden rush of air, and the scent of pine resin burst forth so abruptly that Daga gagged on it. Saw dust and fine splinters fell loose, and the vine split apart, shriveling with an evil blackening that turned it to ash before her eyes. The halfling man stepped out of the tree then, breathing hard, coughing and wrapping his elbow around his nose as the wood texture gave way to bright red cloth and sun-kissed skin. “What the fuck!” Daga coughed, scurrying back and holding up her dagger warily. “Hello? Is someone there?” The halfling asked, blinking and waving his hands uncertainly in front of him. Daga hesitated, her wide eyes taking him in. There was a lute strapped to his back, and a sword at his hip. An adventurer? A bard, by the look of things. “Hello? I-Is someone there?” It was then that Daga saw his eyes—pale and faint to the point where the irises were nearly translucent. He was blind. Clearing her throat, Daga smoothed her voice. She didn’t want to scare the man, so she put on the soft tones she practiced when no one was there to overhear, imitating the elven ladies of the city. “Yes. Sorry. Hold on there, you’ll trip.” Daga started to reach out, then drawing up a pair of gloves from her belt, she put them on before taking the halfling man’s hand. “It looks like you were cursed, friend. Stuck in a tree, were you? Piss off a dryad?” The halfling started, then relaxed as he felt Daga’s gloved hand in his. “Oh, thank the gods. Yes, well, no… a colony of wood sprites. Gods, I can’t see... I’m sorry, I’m Hama. Hama Gleanlily. How long was I in there?” Daga winced, carefully leading him out of the underbrush to a clearer section of the forest floor. “I have no idea. It’s Midsummer, the eighteenth year of King Lascombe’s reign.” Hama winced. “Well, given I have no idea who that is, I’m guessing I was in there awhile.” “Yeah…” Daga replied quietly, not sure what to say. Despite the tragedy in the situation, seeing the carved halfling man come to life, the details she’d appreciated in his features were now distractingly vivid. And the dark curl of hair, springy and lively again made her want to reach out and twirl it in her finger. As the pause lingered between them, Hama’s expression changed, his initial fear subsiding to curiosity as he blindly looked down to where Daga still held his hand. “I… take it you’re a halfling too, by your voice and the fact that we seem to be the same height.” A somewhat awkward grin spread on his utterly kissable lips, and Daga blinked, freezing up for a moment. It was a simple enough misunderstanding to correct… it should have been, anyway. It would have been, if not for a thought that had popped into her head. “I’m sorry, I may have misjudged,” Hama said uncertainly, his eyebrows pinching slightly at the silence. “No.” Daga swallowed, clearing her throat a moment to keep the artificial smoothness to her tone. “No, you’re right… I’m Da—Dar…la. Darla Tum…ble…b-bell?” “Darla Tumblebell?” Hama said curiously. “Uh-huh. Darla Tumblebell,” Daga replied smartly, palming her face the moment the words left her mouth. “It’s funny, I knew a girl in Haverford by the name of Tumblebell. Given how long I’ve been en-treed, maybe you’re her descendent,” Hama said, a small bounce in his words making it clear it was more a joke at his situation than a serious thought. Daga laughed lightly, joining Hama as he shuffled forward and she began to lead him through the wood. But despite the halfling’s easy laugh, she had the sudden feeling of being on very uncertain ground. Why had she done that? Stupid. So stupid. She tried to tell herself it was just to keep him calm while she got him to safety, but that explanation felt hollow even to her, and as he blindly looked her way again, Daga decided no matter how it ended up, she had to at least get him to safety. “Look, I have an adventuring party nearby,” she said as she helped him over the next root. “But… when we get there, let me go first.” Wincing she quickly added, “I mean, they’re just skittish of strangers is all, and I’ll need to… erm… explain some… things.”

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the thing is "currently" im not asking to keep robin, im just trying to ask for a little help on my mission, IE gaining robins trust... charlotte might be her own entire seperate thing

Magda took her bundled shirt in both hands, keeping it wrapped around her wrists and watched as Emily's ragged jeans slid to the floor. "Oooh,..." she purred, "dirty old bird likes what she sees." She added with hooded lids as she eased herself to her feet. Emily was taller than Magda, and the older captain lifted her hands over Emily's head, raising of her toes to clear it cleanly. Magda pressed herself tightly to Emily, rubbing her inflamed nipples over Emily's as she lowered her arms over Emily's head. Magda's biceps squeezed the lieutenant's shoulders as the shorter woman lowered her bound hands to encircle her junior's torso. Magda rubbed Emily's back with the heels of her hands. Magda kissed Emily's neck as she settled onto her heels and let her lips drift down to the sensitive hollow above her collar bone. Her dark, full lips continued to meander lower, kissing Emily's clavicle, then the swell of her pale breast. Magda's arms held Emily's in place as the senior officer found a stiff, pink nipple and first teased it with her lips, then tongue and teeth, tugging at it for a long moment before Magda sank slowly to her knees, letting her voluntarily bound arms caress the bare skin. Squatting, with her knees on either side of Emily's legs, Captain Payarkoon kissed her flat belly, rolling her head to the side to nibble her way to Emily's hip. Soft lips danced over the delicate skin above the girl's boy shorts. Magda shuffled to her knees, letting her hands fall below Emily's hands and hug her thighs. The captain smiled up at the pilot, her dark eyes still half closed with arousal before she pressed her face to the fabric covering Emily's pubic mound. Little kisses rained across the fabric. "A good girl does as she's asked." Magda said with a suggestive smile.

If he wants Robin, you;re going to have to offer him something extra special - I think he want to take Charlotte. I have a clear vision for this, but we're still working out this MC by committee thing, so before I post for him, @WickedCadrach, @Chiyako - do either of you want to weight in?

Dylan eyed Charlotte suspiciously. "Depends on how bad you want to burn Robin down." They leaned close to Charlotte, "I have a handful of X we can give him to play something else. I'll hold one back for each of us if you want." Dylan leaned back and smiled savagely, "The alternative is I do something drastic because I really like Robin." The party was bigger than what Dylan was used to, but the thrum of music, sexual energy and intoxication was familiar, even even they weren't used to having to seek it out. Or not being the primary attraction. It drew their mind back to the midway. To Robin, Was that why it felt so right there? The draw, the use, consumption without thought to who made it all happen? Had they always just been a manifestation of the same thing? They slipped an arm around Charlotte's waist as their smile softened. "Come on, Charlotte - I'm sure you've got something the party will enjoy that we can ask him to play instead of what your friends want to do." she encouraged as she danced them toward the DJ's table.

go ahead and read it, im basically asking someone to act in my dark masters place, and since we... are down a MC I need someone to step in a little

I have not read your next post yet. No, you don't have to tell me, I'm just fishing for insight into what kind of things he'd ask for - it's clear someone is going to get hurt - but who? how?

...well fuck it, since we kind of are off the rails a little anyways. my plan for him was to have been responsible for several disappearances in the area, the catch being that... velvet frankly doesn't have a full... idea of what he wants... and part of her deal with him lets him take control of her body on some occasions(chance on darkest self). she knows that those who have gone missing are not dead, but she doesnt know what he has done with them. he does not lie, but he will never show all of his cards. currently? he has his eyes set on robin herself, hence the mission I mentioned IC... not that velvet... intends to follow that to the intent behind the letters... she has an idea that the supernatural is more... prevalent around here, even catching mr ascars slipping that something divine is present that he wants to snuff out before it becomes something... worth paying attention to