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    Blessing the rains down in Africa.
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  1. Tanner had never understood the phrase, "Eat the rich." Cannibalism was disgusting as far as he was concerned, and living off the flesh of other human beings was no way to live. He'd once visited a cannibal tribe and found them to be a pitiful people. Generations of cannibalism had left them with a rare neurological defect that drastically limited their lifespan to thirty years at most before their bodies rapidly broke down. The doctors he had been guarding had convinced them to stop, but it was unclear whether anything could be done for them beyond that. All in all, cannibalism just didn't seem worth it. Now blowing up the rich, that was a notion he could get behind. By the time he sauntered into the campsite, a motley crew had already assembled. An intense looking man he presumed to be the boss, a naked woman trailed by wolves, and another woman who he couldn't quite read. He tossed his bag down on the ground, and then used his alchemy to fashion a rough stool for him to plop down on. "Tanner Lake, at yer service! When we starting the party?"
  2. Grant shook the Kings hand with a slight bow, “Yes my Lord, I have moved on to new ventures since Senaria withdrew from Ursa Madeum” His tone made it clear that he held no grudge over the decision to ask foreign houses to withdraw from the islands. Senaria had been a good experience. It had given him the opportunity to meet Delphine. But now that he has directed his energies elsewhere, and had found quite a bit of success in his new role. “We thank you for making the time to meet with us today. Delphine and I have a sensitive matter to discuss with you.” This was going to be the hard part. He hoped that his lover would be able to come out and say what needed to be said. It would be best to do it quickly. Like ripping off a bandaid. But if she was unable, he was ready to step up and say it himself. @Aleksei
  3. "You will not need to." Noah leaned back into the numerous pillows at the head of the bed, pulling Nocturna into his lap as he got into a more relaxed position. She was warm against him, and he could feel her heart beating far faster than normal. It would seem that she was even more anxious than she let on. He let his hands continue to roam her body, easing the tension out of clenched muscles. Almost conspicuously, his touch never went below the waist, or her chest. Perhaps he didn't want her to think that he was only comforting her in the hopes of sex? The android kissed the spot where her neck met her jawline and then whispered to her, "How can I help you?"
  4. Grant smiled as he felt Delphine’s hand in his. He wasn’t as nervous as she was at the prospect of telling Milorian about their relationship. After the misery he had gone through in the past year, he was determined to hang onto happiness where he found it. The Seeker had been one of the few rays of light during a particularly dark time in his life; and even now that things were looking up, she was still the best thing in his life. If there was one thing that was weighing on him, it was the notion of telling the King about Delphine’s pregnancy. Not because he was afraid of the man’s response. Milorian might express his displeasure, but he was a good man and Grant knew he would come around. No, it was because announcing it made it feel real. Grant was simultainiously elated and terrified at the prospect of becoming a father. His relationship with his own father was complicated. The Prince couldn’t remember his childhood, so the two of them had to essentially forge an entirely new relationship. How was he going to raise a child when he had no idea what it was like to be a child? Looking over at Delphine, he found his answer. The two of them would figure it out as they went, together. They loved each other, and they would raise their child with that love. He leaned down and kissed his lover on the top of her head. “We’ll get through this. Milorian is a good man. He might bristle at the lapse in protocol, but he’ll get over it.” @Aleksei
  5. "Prisoner 003, get the fuck up." He woke up to the sound of his new name being spoken by a guard too new to be properly afraid of him. Since he had been captured and thrown into this place, it was the only name he would respond to. As he stirred from his sleep, his hands instinctively went to his face to make sure the improvised mask was still there. On the first day here, he had somehow managed to disappear for thirty minutes. When they found him again, he was wearing the bandages. Two guards had been badly injured attempting to take it off of him, so the rest had simply decided to let him keep it. None of them wanted to risk their necks to try and take it. Sitting up from the lone bed in the cell, he found the other occupants of the space huddled as far away from as possible. Given how many there were, and how crowded the room was, the closest was still only feet away, and looked terrified. Like always, he never acknowledged them, and simply allowed the restraints to be put on, and was led down the corridor. When he arrived, he found a surprising face waiting for him. "What's up?" 003 sat completely still for a moment, then spoke, "What business does a Peacekeeper have with a lowly serial killer?" @amenities
  6. An entire year. That was how long he had been forced to suspend his crusade against the Circle of Thorns by that infernal FIST agent. In the aftermath, he had barely managed to escape Hells Gate; and even once he had done so he found the whole of Terrenus looking for him. He'd never intended to stay hidden forever, but he had been thrust into the harsh light of day far too soon. The only saving grace was that they still didn't know his face, or his name. But they knew enough. Adding insult to injury was the fact that he had been so close to achieving his goal. The last of the Order was within his grasp! But at the last moment it had been snatched away, leaving him unfulfilled. Even once the heat had died down, he had been unable to resume his crusade. Father Gregory had seemingly vanished from the face of the earth. All attempts to find him had been met with frustration. Left with nothing to do but wait for a lead, he had made the most of his time. He had retreated back to an old safehouse he had used while in the Order; one only he had known about. There he had prepared himself for the day of reckoning; training, building, preparing himself in every way for the day his prey would surface. And it seemed he finally had. A source passed on a classified report that the last survivor of the Order had been brought to Ignatz. Details were scarce, but he finally knew where he was going. By the following morning he was on the road, and would be in the city within three days time.
  7. "Yes. I have procured lodging. I will take you there." Noah took Nocturna by the hand and led her through the busy streets toward the hospitality sector of the city. He was still mulling over the implications of what the dragoness had just told him, but could not focus on it. Instead he could only notice how stiff his lovers bearing had become. Suddenly he felt a deep concern for her wellbeing; and also the safety of those around them. An angry dragon in such confined spaces could be a dangerous thing. It took only a few minutes for them to reach the inn where he was staying. The android spirited her up to his room, and had her take a seat on the bed. Once she was seated, he sat behind her and began to massage her shoulders. From there he would trace the lines of her body, remembering from their night together all the places she liked to be touched. "Please relax," he whispered, "You can say whatever you need to say. I will listen."
  8. Noah paused to collect his thought, though he never let go of his lovers hands while he did so. Procreation had never been something that he had ever given any serious thought. Honestly, he hadn't even been sure that his body was capable of doing so. Theoretically there had been no reason to think that he couldn't; his body was much like that of a stronger, faster, smarter human. Still, he was technically an android, so there had been some doubt. Although not anymore. "It doesn't displease me," he made clear, "I... am not sure how to react. But my feelings are not negative."
  9. danzilla3

    [GS] Pisces

    The energy that the Mistress gave Som instantly cooled his body down far below what a normal person would be able to survive. His skin gained a bluish hue, and a thin layer of frost covered his entire body. Mist blew from his mouth when he exhaled, and his body felt slightly tingly, the first sign of numbness. In all his life, he could not remember a time when he had been this cold. Soon though his body began to adjust as the newly acquired power reached equilibrium. "Thank you for your gift," he managed to reply, "It's greatly appreciated." Now he walked over to Sera and pulled her in close to him. He looked down at her with a hungry expression. "Well, now that we've prevailed, I could use someone to... warm me up," he leaned in, "You did promise, after all."
  10. It seemed like there were a few in the class who had a natural talent for the Druidic Arts. Some of them even seemed to be showing the signs of leaning toward one particular school of the Arts. This was a promising development, and one that Rufus had not forseen, but was delighted by nonetheless. He hadn't been sure how outsiders would take to his families ancient magic, but it seemed like there was no reason to worry. "Feel the energy," he replied to the eager royal, "And focus on what you want to do. See the material breaking down."
  11. Ataraxy is awesome no joke. 

  12. danzilla3

    [GS] Pisces

    Som chided himself for thinking that half measures would be enough as the massive wave washed over him. Even this deluge was not enough to entirely put out his flames, but he emerged dimmer than before. In the wake of the wave, ice elemental's advanced on his position, He could feel the energy in them; and knew that these creatures would not be so easily dispatched. If he wanted to bring them down, he would need to go all out. Reaching deep within himself to the flame that fueled his pyromancy, and embraced it fully. A lifetime of holding back made it hard to truly use all the power that was available to him, and he still couldn't control it as well as he would have liked. One of these days he would need to properly train himself to use it efficiently, but there was no time for that now. The General's skin glowed a deep orange, and his hair looked like white-hot steel. Water near him instantly evaporated to steam, and sand fused to glass under the extreme heat. With each passing second the pyromancer's body grew brighter and brighter. Soon it was as though a miniature sun had descended upon the land. The elemental's all around him were evaporated so quickly they had no time to reform into their steam counterparts. Once the elemental's were gone, Som's glow dwindled to the point where looking at him was possible once more. With the minions taken care of, he would wait to see how the Mistress proceeded, and back her up.
  13. "Roger, I have a visual." Hawk was right on the money; six heavily armed men had the squad in their sights, and were laying down steady, disciplined fire. It only took him a moment to do the necessary math, and then he had picked his first target. He targeted the center of mass, jut like he had been taught his whole life. Aim for the center and you probably still hit something if you miss your intended target. Inhale, and then squeeze as you pull the trigger. BANG! While the sound felt like it was all around Emile, for the people in that room the bullet would arrive before the gunshot. The projectile tore a bloody hole the size of a baseball in his targets chest, and the man fell over stone dead. Now the other soldiers were alert, and scrambling for cover. But one was slower than the others, and Emile caught him as he tried to dive behind a pillar. Now he had them where he wanted them. When it looked like one would try to move, he would fire off another round. "Got em' pinned. Suggest you move up."
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