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Thank the stars, it's the weekend. x_x Time to catch up on a few replies, and then get whisked away for multiplayer shenanigans.

"... Err, you're leaning in a bit-" Dalton began to speak, mild worry etched on his features as Evi leaned in for what seemed like a kiss. Oh crap, he should have heeded Maray's warning, the Cobalt Velvet really WAS too potent for her first drink. However, she stopped short at the last moment and only broke into a whisper, allowing the males' heartbeat to return to normal. He definitely wasn't waiting for a kiss or anything like that at all! But the mention of her not being law enforcement at least managed to make him chuckle a bit. "I wouldn't really be worried if you were, you know. There's something fun about imagining being put in handcuf

The bell above the door of Brew of Destiny chimed, a sound so rich and resonant it somehow implied both enlightenment and cinnamon. The morning rush had thinned, and only a few locals lingered, artists sketching in notebooks, a man reading tarot cards to his succulents, and a woman arguing with her cappuccino foam about tax law. Then he entered. He moved like a whisper. Sandaled feet slapped against the reclaimed hardwood floor with theatrical weight. His robe, tattered and flowing, trailed behind him like a cape that needed a good dry cleaning. His scarf caught the draft from the door and flared out behind him like the tail of a mildly

"Tis most precious to Neptunus Pater, more than all lost jewels taken to his vaults 'neath the cold, vast abyss—with voice gilded in Apollo's rays and song more charmed than Orpheus' refrains." Travor Dunfrey, slapped the dusty journal to his thigh and spat as the motion kicked ancient dust up to his grimacing lips. "That's a whole lot of pretty 'nothin'. What the hell are we looking for? Oy, tomb raider! I think I've followed far enough to get more of an explanation than, 'it's valuable'." "It's likely a chime... or a singing bowl," Clara Roft replied in cool disinterest, tilting her head to allow the braid of her storm-black hair to fa

Shinigami did well to control herself, only showing her self for explanations. After a fine moment without much reactions, she returned to her normal form, letting her tail in Mitsuko's grasp for her to dry it, which she did quietly. Jumi however raised an interesting question that made the fox turn to her. "I am not one to frown on good sex but these beasts were too invasive for their own good. I only had them inside me twice and you were witnesses to one of those times. Getting these things in all of your holes sure make you cum but they don't let go easily. She knows how good they feel...", Shinigami told and without much shame, to a point

Ryoko stumbled off her stool. But quickly got her footing back. She could handle being this drunk. She was not going to fall, or get sick. She had her destination in mind. She knew where they were going. Good place for quiet, at least until the crowd got bigger. She slowly made her way up. Too late to hear Evi’s explanation, which would have made her more at ease. But she still had another reason for being here. And she hoped to succeed. They did choose the main bar, fair enough. She made her way up the rest of the way. But how to be less suspicious? Granted she might not be able to get away with, especially while drunk.

Ah. Much better. Soft thin fingers gripped securely against Dalton's hand as he led the two away from what was probably the loudest part of the club, or at least what she hoped would be the loudest part. Music still existed, however now one could actually hold a conversation at a normal volume. For someone with enhanced hearing it was a very much appreciated shift. Here she might even manage to avoid a headache! Well, one not caused by alcohol anyhow. When Dalton settled down into a seat Evi followed, sitting up on her knees in a spot next to the man. Their hands finally separated, her own moving down to smooth out her clothes. They