Lyalah's body was singing for more and more of that hypnotic pounding as Rol kept strong after her own early climax, the strength in her legs quickly failing as Rol builds up. She heard her say something, but she was far too focused on the heavy slapping between them to really process it... She knew EXACTLY what was going on when Rol suddenly lanced forward, unleashing the full force of her gratitude in to eager and waiting holes. Lyalah was just remembering how much Rol came earlier when she went in for her next powerful torrent, making Lyalah shiver with just how much she was receiving. The excitement of thinking about the sheer volume excited her enough that the last blast of the stuff drove her to a second softer orgasm, making her whine desperately for her.
Lyalah barely had the strength to hug Rol as they finally started to wind down, panting heavily. Rol's comment had Lyalah smiling widely. She loves it when people say that. Her mind does idle on the fair belly bulge she's gotten from Rol, finding it very pleasant... It could even be a little fun to travel around with.
Given a little bit of time to rest and cuddle, Lyalah speaks. "I will be needing some assistance in the immediate future. Fleeing the planet is a valuable prospect, but I need to see how people are adjusting to the gravity increase... Hehe, and all the walking would do miracles for my figure. You certainly wouldn't go unrewarded if you acted as my escort."
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by cliffracer » Fri Apr 07, 2017 7:28 pm
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Firehead » Sun Apr 09, 2017 4:15 am
Derek panted heavily from his outburst as he wondered just what was going to happen to him. None of the three seemed particularly impressed with what he had to say. Who knew what they were going to do with him now that he'd refused to do something he had no idea how he would do. It came as a bit of a surprise to both him and the thugs when a woman in military attire without a word attacked the one who seemed to be in the lead. He could also see two other Barios soldiers enter the alleyway in which he'd been cornered giving him some hope he might be able to get out of here. It seemed they wouldn't be giving up so easily as the two men drew metal pipes in response to the soldiers.
Finally remembering his weapon he pulled the small hold-out pistol from his hip. His first instinct was to shoot the one in charge but worried he might hit the other woman as the two of them struggled with each other. Instead, he took aim and fired the laser at Thug number 3 who didn't have any cover from his shot before ducking behind the barrel in front of Thug 2 looking to not be sitting out in the open in the dead end he'd inconveniently wandered into.
Finally remembering his weapon he pulled the small hold-out pistol from his hip. His first instinct was to shoot the one in charge but worried he might hit the other woman as the two of them struggled with each other. Instead, he took aim and fired the laser at Thug number 3 who didn't have any cover from his shot before ducking behind the barrel in front of Thug 2 looking to not be sitting out in the open in the dead end he'd inconveniently wandered into.
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Icaelus » Sun Apr 09, 2017 7:13 pm
"Ugh, of course. More oxygen, bigger insectoid lifeforms. And an even bigger gross factor, too."
Evelynn groaned, shaking her head in mild disgust. For all the complaining Eve was doing, she didn't let her guard down for a second. Settling into a steady shooter's stance as the first spider skittered into view, she trained the sights of her SMG upon it, holding her fire for the moment as both her aunt and cousin were still chatting, Aunt El listing down some points to as why magical intervention with this nest was not quite ideal to their situation. Yeaaaah, causing a possible cave in with the river running above them was nothing short of a natural disaster..
"A f-flamethrower? Why on earth does your dad even have a flamethrower handy?"
Thrown off, Eve could only blink in astonishment at Anna's statement. Flamethrowers were absolutely ANCIENT weapons. I mean, a gun that spewed burning death was really cool, sure. But finding an actual serviceable flamethrower in this day and age when most of them belonged in some rich weapon collector's collection or some war museum..
Well, color her interested.
"Couldn't we go back and grab it, though? A flamethrower sounds fun. Really fun."
Uncharacteristically, Eve grinned childishly at her cousin. Seriously, roasting giant bugs with a freakin' flamethrower sounded awesome. And as an added bonus, they probably wouldn't have to deal with icky spider blood and guts! Since they'd be incinerated, burnt to a blackened crisp.
And then she remembered one of Eleanor's reasons of not using fire. Carbon dioxide excess, straight to the house. Bah.
Deflating at the aspect of no more pyromaniac actions, the girl sighed resignedly. No fun, no fun.
"Anyways..eight legs, 12 o'clock. It's been there for a while now, though it hasn't seemed to notic- woah!"
Evelynn had been in the middle of alerting her companions to the presence of the spider, but the sight of her aunt literally ripping a brutal-looking greatsword from the earth simply stunned her out of finishing her sentence. Bloody hell. This wasn't going to be as boring as she thought it was if Aunt El was going to be swinging that gigantic sword around like one of those medieval knights of old.
"Geez, Aunt El. You're..stronger than you look? And um, yeah. First spider's right up ahead. I'll soften it up."
Eve smiled, paying what she hoped sounded like a compliment to Eleanor's physical strength before she returned her attention to the problem at hand, their first fight of many within these spider-infested tunnels.
Shifting her right foot back for support, Eve leaned forward slightly into a shooter's stance as she shouldered her SMG. Actions she had practiced thousands of times. Firing a gun was second nature to her by now.
And while she was quite the lone wolf when it had come to combat, right now she had some backup..so why not simply disable the spider?
"Suppressing."
Eve muttered, then squeezed the gun's trigger. A torrent of cerulean laser bolts lit up the tunnel, scattering forth towards the intended target.
Evelynn groaned, shaking her head in mild disgust. For all the complaining Eve was doing, she didn't let her guard down for a second. Settling into a steady shooter's stance as the first spider skittered into view, she trained the sights of her SMG upon it, holding her fire for the moment as both her aunt and cousin were still chatting, Aunt El listing down some points to as why magical intervention with this nest was not quite ideal to their situation. Yeaaaah, causing a possible cave in with the river running above them was nothing short of a natural disaster..
"A f-flamethrower? Why on earth does your dad even have a flamethrower handy?"
Thrown off, Eve could only blink in astonishment at Anna's statement. Flamethrowers were absolutely ANCIENT weapons. I mean, a gun that spewed burning death was really cool, sure. But finding an actual serviceable flamethrower in this day and age when most of them belonged in some rich weapon collector's collection or some war museum..
Well, color her interested.
"Couldn't we go back and grab it, though? A flamethrower sounds fun. Really fun."
Uncharacteristically, Eve grinned childishly at her cousin. Seriously, roasting giant bugs with a freakin' flamethrower sounded awesome. And as an added bonus, they probably wouldn't have to deal with icky spider blood and guts! Since they'd be incinerated, burnt to a blackened crisp.
And then she remembered one of Eleanor's reasons of not using fire. Carbon dioxide excess, straight to the house. Bah.
Deflating at the aspect of no more pyromaniac actions, the girl sighed resignedly. No fun, no fun.
"Anyways..eight legs, 12 o'clock. It's been there for a while now, though it hasn't seemed to notic- woah!"
Evelynn had been in the middle of alerting her companions to the presence of the spider, but the sight of her aunt literally ripping a brutal-looking greatsword from the earth simply stunned her out of finishing her sentence. Bloody hell. This wasn't going to be as boring as she thought it was if Aunt El was going to be swinging that gigantic sword around like one of those medieval knights of old.
"Geez, Aunt El. You're..stronger than you look? And um, yeah. First spider's right up ahead. I'll soften it up."
Eve smiled, paying what she hoped sounded like a compliment to Eleanor's physical strength before she returned her attention to the problem at hand, their first fight of many within these spider-infested tunnels.
Shifting her right foot back for support, Eve leaned forward slightly into a shooter's stance as she shouldered her SMG. Actions she had practiced thousands of times. Firing a gun was second nature to her by now.
And while she was quite the lone wolf when it had come to combat, right now she had some backup..so why not simply disable the spider?
"Suppressing."
Eve muttered, then squeezed the gun's trigger. A torrent of cerulean laser bolts lit up the tunnel, scattering forth towards the intended target.
Sleep unbeknownst to I, this one lives in perpetual need of coffee..
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Yana » Mon Apr 10, 2017 8:34 pm
“Ah... right, right.” Annaliese nodded in understanding. Taking her aunt's reasoning to heart, she glossed over the craggy rocks for imaginary weaknesses not previously apparent to her. This was why Patria's spiders were among its most obnoxious pests: not for their lethality or feelings on humankind, but rather their habit of setting up shop where it was never simple to dig them out.
Drawing deep breaths to ready herself, Annaliese expertly stretched one leg upwards until the heel of her boot nearly touched her butt, a stance she held momentarily and then repeated with the other leg. Impressively, the weight of her gun didn't seem to influence her gymnastic balance. It was best to warm up the thighs before stomping bugs. She looked to her cousin, giggling sympathetically. Evelynn's face was upset with the same discomfort and apprehension that Anna had to come to expect from just about every visitor and city-slicker.
She leaned over to offer a reassuring shoulder rub.
“Hey, don't worry. They're not as scary as they look. You're just not used to 'em.” she said, trying her best to not sound condescending. The girl was past the point of criticising even someone like her cousin for being unnerved by the bugs. They were, after all, their own special kind of evil that nothing but experience could prepare you for.
To her question, Anna laughed again.
“Uncle Matt really didn't tell you? My Dad's a collector. Biggest gun nut ever? It's been his hobby since before I was born. He's got everything. Antiques, military gear. Plus the heavy stuff he never lets me see. He got the flamethrower at an auction. Was from some arctic research station on Dux, but now he uses it to clear out wasps and stuff.” she explained. Even with her aunt's explanation in mind, Anna would be darned if she didn't likewise find Evelynn's idea to be tempting.
“It is.” she affirmed. Cue a brief, toothy smirk. The heavy crackling of stone and the arcane glow of a Stone Sigil turned the girl's attention back to Eleanor. Anna found herself rubbernecking: Enslaved by magic power, the rock coalesced into a hilt-like shape around her aunt's hand and with a strenuous pull, she tore an enormous, jagged blade of solid stone from the very wall of the cave. The newly hewn rock was tinged red by the arcane friction. It was an astounding result for just one Sigil and a moment's effort.
“Wow! Do you...” Anna's concerns were cut off by the effortless manner by which her Aunt Eleanor hefted the massive weapon onto her shoulder as if it were a baseball bat. The girl had to consciously restrain herself from double taking in bemusement: Here was one thing she would've never expected of her aunt! Her weapon of choice had always been the wooden clubs she used to bonk Grim when he annoyed her... and Anna could spy nary a Force Sigil keeping the stone sword in place.
“Oh! Nice.” she said, immediately trying to mask her residual surprise that so that her aunt wouldn't be offended.
Goodness. That thing must weigh a hundred pounds. she thought. As amusing as it was, she guessed it made sense that Aunt Elen was no pushover. She could've built up her strength to give herself an edge when she didn't have her magic, like now.
“We might have an extra gun upstairs if...” she said, giving up on her suggestion midway through. The spiders didn't pose a threat to her aunt in the slightest, and she couldn't stand guns anyway – another frequent point of contention between her and Dad. The only thing that made Anna uncomfortable was having to second guess her shots – the Shopkeeper made no guarantees of its wild buckshot.
“Looks like we have a plan.” she said, looking ahead to the enormous spider plodding about indolently on some hard-packed webs. It was no different from any other Yellow-Fang she'd seen or shot in her life: shiny black carapace, eight beady and bitter eyes and the titular fangs it was proud to show off. The thought of touching one was still gross, and it reflexively made Anna want to take its face off. Maybe she would leave one around for that Venus - anyone willing to give her aunt that much lip was probably too dumb to live.
“All yours, killer.” she smiled at Eve. Putting a laser bolt in one was a good way to overcome her fears, and it gave Anna a good look at her cousin's neat-looking submachine gun and how she handled it. The black-haired girl easily relaxed into a professional's shooting stance, something that excited Anna – it was a quiet hint at why the Enforcement Academy prized her cousin as their star student.
She pulled the trigger, and the entire cave lit up with energetic light – a crow's murder of searing laser bolts flew free from her cousin's weapon. Pinpoint, but Anna couldn't wait for them to hit to decide if it'd be enough.
“Just like that! Watch this.”
She whipped the Shopkeeper up to her shoulder, navigating a finger back onto the trigger – she had been fiddling so much that the metal was already warm. A hint of gunpowder smell wafted from the chamber.
The weapon had no sights, but they were never needed. Its muzzle was an open maw, eager to consume everything in the direction it was set upon, and when Anna eased down on the trigger, it did. Whenever one fired the Shopkeeper, the tidal wave of recoil always came first: the muzzle bucked, and every thread of muscle in their arm worked overtime to catch the stock before it made a meal of their shoulder bones. The gas and the light came simultaneously – a spray of hot fire licked the chamber, and the entire world in front of them was consumed by the roaring conflagration of hot orange gas covering for the cluster of metal pellets grinding their way towards the victim. The moisture in the air fled for an instant. And finally, the shooter's brain registered the boom: an angry crash of thunder and the sound of a giant's femur bone cracking. Fearing tinnitus, Anna's wolf ears instinctively curled.
Thus, one was left with a calm stream of dark smoke wisping from the muzzle, the soothing clack of a racked slide and the small tink of a spent shell hitting the ground. And, if they were just a bit lucky, a target that had been scrapped like a junker car.
Drawing deep breaths to ready herself, Annaliese expertly stretched one leg upwards until the heel of her boot nearly touched her butt, a stance she held momentarily and then repeated with the other leg. Impressively, the weight of her gun didn't seem to influence her gymnastic balance. It was best to warm up the thighs before stomping bugs. She looked to her cousin, giggling sympathetically. Evelynn's face was upset with the same discomfort and apprehension that Anna had to come to expect from just about every visitor and city-slicker.
She leaned over to offer a reassuring shoulder rub.
“Hey, don't worry. They're not as scary as they look. You're just not used to 'em.” she said, trying her best to not sound condescending. The girl was past the point of criticising even someone like her cousin for being unnerved by the bugs. They were, after all, their own special kind of evil that nothing but experience could prepare you for.
To her question, Anna laughed again.
“Uncle Matt really didn't tell you? My Dad's a collector. Biggest gun nut ever? It's been his hobby since before I was born. He's got everything. Antiques, military gear. Plus the heavy stuff he never lets me see. He got the flamethrower at an auction. Was from some arctic research station on Dux, but now he uses it to clear out wasps and stuff.” she explained. Even with her aunt's explanation in mind, Anna would be darned if she didn't likewise find Evelynn's idea to be tempting.
“It is.” she affirmed. Cue a brief, toothy smirk. The heavy crackling of stone and the arcane glow of a Stone Sigil turned the girl's attention back to Eleanor. Anna found herself rubbernecking: Enslaved by magic power, the rock coalesced into a hilt-like shape around her aunt's hand and with a strenuous pull, she tore an enormous, jagged blade of solid stone from the very wall of the cave. The newly hewn rock was tinged red by the arcane friction. It was an astounding result for just one Sigil and a moment's effort.
“Wow! Do you...” Anna's concerns were cut off by the effortless manner by which her Aunt Eleanor hefted the massive weapon onto her shoulder as if it were a baseball bat. The girl had to consciously restrain herself from double taking in bemusement: Here was one thing she would've never expected of her aunt! Her weapon of choice had always been the wooden clubs she used to bonk Grim when he annoyed her... and Anna could spy nary a Force Sigil keeping the stone sword in place.
“Oh! Nice.” she said, immediately trying to mask her residual surprise that so that her aunt wouldn't be offended.
Goodness. That thing must weigh a hundred pounds. she thought. As amusing as it was, she guessed it made sense that Aunt Elen was no pushover. She could've built up her strength to give herself an edge when she didn't have her magic, like now.
“We might have an extra gun upstairs if...” she said, giving up on her suggestion midway through. The spiders didn't pose a threat to her aunt in the slightest, and she couldn't stand guns anyway – another frequent point of contention between her and Dad. The only thing that made Anna uncomfortable was having to second guess her shots – the Shopkeeper made no guarantees of its wild buckshot.
“Looks like we have a plan.” she said, looking ahead to the enormous spider plodding about indolently on some hard-packed webs. It was no different from any other Yellow-Fang she'd seen or shot in her life: shiny black carapace, eight beady and bitter eyes and the titular fangs it was proud to show off. The thought of touching one was still gross, and it reflexively made Anna want to take its face off. Maybe she would leave one around for that Venus - anyone willing to give her aunt that much lip was probably too dumb to live.
“All yours, killer.” she smiled at Eve. Putting a laser bolt in one was a good way to overcome her fears, and it gave Anna a good look at her cousin's neat-looking submachine gun and how she handled it. The black-haired girl easily relaxed into a professional's shooting stance, something that excited Anna – it was a quiet hint at why the Enforcement Academy prized her cousin as their star student.
She pulled the trigger, and the entire cave lit up with energetic light – a crow's murder of searing laser bolts flew free from her cousin's weapon. Pinpoint, but Anna couldn't wait for them to hit to decide if it'd be enough.
“Just like that! Watch this.”
She whipped the Shopkeeper up to her shoulder, navigating a finger back onto the trigger – she had been fiddling so much that the metal was already warm. A hint of gunpowder smell wafted from the chamber.
The weapon had no sights, but they were never needed. Its muzzle was an open maw, eager to consume everything in the direction it was set upon, and when Anna eased down on the trigger, it did. Whenever one fired the Shopkeeper, the tidal wave of recoil always came first: the muzzle bucked, and every thread of muscle in their arm worked overtime to catch the stock before it made a meal of their shoulder bones. The gas and the light came simultaneously – a spray of hot fire licked the chamber, and the entire world in front of them was consumed by the roaring conflagration of hot orange gas covering for the cluster of metal pellets grinding their way towards the victim. The moisture in the air fled for an instant. And finally, the shooter's brain registered the boom: an angry crash of thunder and the sound of a giant's femur bone cracking. Fearing tinnitus, Anna's wolf ears instinctively curled.
Thus, one was left with a calm stream of dark smoke wisping from the muzzle, the soothing clack of a racked slide and the small tink of a spent shell hitting the ground. And, if they were just a bit lucky, a target that had been scrapped like a junker car.
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Meep Meepersons » Tue Apr 11, 2017 2:15 am
Nola raised a brow when Layla mentioned using her large construction gauntlets on her dick, this made her slightly weary, right up to the point when her cock was suddenly gripped by surprisingly pleasant mechanical hands, covering a significant portion of her cock, a sensation she rarely felt outside of deep cunts and sexy booties. The leathery texture was different and the warmth of the hand was odd but appreciated. Too many times has she been milked by primitive and cold machines. "This is pretty new to me." She added after Layla's explaination, before her eyes crossed a moment at the feel of something wiggling it's way into her urethra. "guhk...Th-that's a surprise! Haha.." She chuckles nervously, a pleasured shiver running up her spine as the mechanical tentacle wriggles about the inside of her favorite body part. "Phuuck....That's good..." She sighs, so far enjoying the odd sensation of it creeping it's way half down her member. Nola was going to ask why it stopped, but then sighed with pleasure as her cock was slowly encased in some kind of onahole type cage. "Wow, you're a really kinky rebel huh~" She mused before Layla began explaining the workings of her addittions to her industrial gauntlets and activated the spinning function of her cock prison hands, causing a blissful expression to melt over Nola's face. "That's....niiIIOOOGH!?!?" Suddenly the speed shot up three times as before, causing her eyes to cross and her lips to pucker. "Wawawa~! S-s-suddennn!!" After a moment and a few deep breaths Nola manages to collect herself from the sudden surprise attack on her loins. "Phew! Wow..." Gasping in a deep breath, she sighs out a moan, then grins and sticks her thumb up. "Heh, lets kick it to 6!" She boasts, bring her hands down to grip her seat firmly, as if readying for a bumpy ride on a rollercoaster, pre and lube slooshing out at every chance it got.
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Nicoffee » Sun Apr 16, 2017 9:46 pm
MONDAY, 2ND OF PATRIA'S FEBRUARY. 9:50 AM PLANETARY TIME. 8:15 PM BAYRIOS CAPITAL TIME.
Nola
Aermis
Lyalah
Echo
Karna
Marta Lou + Derek + Lyara Delacruz
Annaliese + Evelynn
Nola
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Aermis
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Lyalah
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Echo
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Karna
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Marta Lou + Derek + Lyara Delacruz
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Annaliese + Evelynn
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Reaver » Tue Apr 18, 2017 4:32 am
Well at least Venus wasn't completely incompetent; he liked having the upper-hand but it would have been a bit much if she couldn't even have deciphered that he was gunning for her position as well. Razajin had learned quite a lot from the conversation and just from observing the other two high-ranking officials in the room as he and Venus had their little back-and-forth. Havellock was at least semi-competent and could recognize the merit of the measures Razajin had suggested; his zeal probably came from a desire to finally get the campaign back on track after stagnation caused by Venus and now that everyone's lives were on the line, the minister imagined it might end up being quite easy to manipulate him into doing certain things if it could be shown to be in the war effort's best interest. It had been a bit hard to hide his amusement when the General had decided to not only back his plans, but do so in a way that would put Havellock at direct odds with what Venus wanted, which was to completely discredit the interloper in the room; but Razajin managed to not snicker when Venus tried regaining control of the situation by condemning him to supervise the sorceress and deny him the meeting with the native nobles.
She was so outclassed in this political game that she couldn't even see the noose slowly wrapping around her neck and the Minster that would eventually kick her feet out from under and watch her twitch and gasp with glee. He was going to be supervising their best chance at getting the army into the city, while she was at a dinner trying to curry favor with noncommittal rich people that could offer nothing to the last minute war-effort. They couldn't sneak a whole military through the forest and past Bavaria's gates or convince the rebels to surrender, so what use could they be in the grand scheme of things? The General saw the merit in his plans and after watching his soldiers succumb day after day because of her inept tactics, Razajin doubted the man would save her once he put into action the plan to usurp her seat on the council; her actions and blunders were indefensible, Bayrios being forced to use an Edict proved that beyond a shadow. That wasn't even factoring the excessive splicing that was probably affecting her judgment, unlike Razajin who indulged himself in congruence to his missions. The Empire didn't look to fondly on those that put their personal needs at the cost of enforcing the will and Bayrios and a case certainly could be made that Venus was definitely not enforcing the law of the Empire as well as she could be.
For now, Razajin would have to play things slowly and carefully to ensure he was in the right place to claim what was his when the time came.
"There are a couple things I could use, General Havellock." Spinning to face him with a cool grin as he gripped the phone that had been given to him before pointedly removing the battery in it. He wasn't an idiot; Venus would be bugging it so he wouldn't use it unless he wanted her to know what he was up to. "I need a second phone, preferably a dead soldier's so it wouldn't be marked on inventory. It might be quite obvious that I and Venus have varying opinions and while she is my superior, I am not a subordinate of hers. I planned on reporting to Councilmember Mars from the start and I intend on going through with that, without Councilwoman Venus listening and reading my reports; I don't need the fear of reprisals affecting the objectivity of my reports." Giving him an easy explanation to swallow as he set the phone and battery on the meeting table before donning the shielded jacket. "I feel maintaining a record that accounts for the final days in case we all perish here would be quite apt so future campaigns don't make the same mistake. Wouldn't you agree that it's important to learn from our mistakes and failure to do so is a sign of stuborness and mediocrity?" Hoping the man would get the points he was making about Venus' leadership.
Heavier armor would have been nice, but he wasn't about to shun lighter armor just because it wasn't what he wanted; it might even be smarter to stay light as the gravity increased so maybe Venus' bitchiness was a blessing in disguise. At least it was black and matched the rest of his clothes, so points for style.
"Also if you could supply me with some rope, sturdy stuff, that would be great. I figure if I run into any rebels out in the woods if could be fun to bring them back alive for interrogation. Oftentimes the rope keeps them from killing themselves." Shrugging with a grin as he recalled that one person that had scrambled for a knife to kill herself after he had told her all the things he was going to do to her whether or not she gave up info. It was a quicker death for cowards that didn't have what it took to bite their own tongue off and choke to death of their blood. "Lastly if you have a two-seater hoverbike not in use, I would like to commandeer it to at least get me to the forest and back. It could be useful for bringing the Sorceress back quickly too if she needs to explain some things in person or be briefed." If Venus wanted to keep him too busy to plot her downfall then she was going to have to try a lot harder than that. He was going to make her look as inept as he believed she was by accomplishing far more than she did.
"Also if you or the troops need something like ingredients from the woods or there are outstanding bounties in the area I'll be traveling to let me know. I rather kill twenty birds with one shotgun blast you know?" Giving a small chuckle as he pulled several pretzel sticks from his pocket and began eating them one by one with clear enjoyment. "We're in this together and anything I can do to aid your men and women I know will benefit me in the final push for Bavaria and the town hall. Also if Venus is going to deny me supplies then I might as well work to buy them myself." Giving him a small respectable nod and grin before attaching his Imperial Minister ID to his jacket. "If there's nothing else, I'll get on checking the sorceress's progress." Putting the battery back into the phone since the conversation was done, then turning it back on.
She was so outclassed in this political game that she couldn't even see the noose slowly wrapping around her neck and the Minster that would eventually kick her feet out from under and watch her twitch and gasp with glee. He was going to be supervising their best chance at getting the army into the city, while she was at a dinner trying to curry favor with noncommittal rich people that could offer nothing to the last minute war-effort. They couldn't sneak a whole military through the forest and past Bavaria's gates or convince the rebels to surrender, so what use could they be in the grand scheme of things? The General saw the merit in his plans and after watching his soldiers succumb day after day because of her inept tactics, Razajin doubted the man would save her once he put into action the plan to usurp her seat on the council; her actions and blunders were indefensible, Bayrios being forced to use an Edict proved that beyond a shadow. That wasn't even factoring the excessive splicing that was probably affecting her judgment, unlike Razajin who indulged himself in congruence to his missions. The Empire didn't look to fondly on those that put their personal needs at the cost of enforcing the will and Bayrios and a case certainly could be made that Venus was definitely not enforcing the law of the Empire as well as she could be.
For now, Razajin would have to play things slowly and carefully to ensure he was in the right place to claim what was his when the time came.
"There are a couple things I could use, General Havellock." Spinning to face him with a cool grin as he gripped the phone that had been given to him before pointedly removing the battery in it. He wasn't an idiot; Venus would be bugging it so he wouldn't use it unless he wanted her to know what he was up to. "I need a second phone, preferably a dead soldier's so it wouldn't be marked on inventory. It might be quite obvious that I and Venus have varying opinions and while she is my superior, I am not a subordinate of hers. I planned on reporting to Councilmember Mars from the start and I intend on going through with that, without Councilwoman Venus listening and reading my reports; I don't need the fear of reprisals affecting the objectivity of my reports." Giving him an easy explanation to swallow as he set the phone and battery on the meeting table before donning the shielded jacket. "I feel maintaining a record that accounts for the final days in case we all perish here would be quite apt so future campaigns don't make the same mistake. Wouldn't you agree that it's important to learn from our mistakes and failure to do so is a sign of stuborness and mediocrity?" Hoping the man would get the points he was making about Venus' leadership.
Heavier armor would have been nice, but he wasn't about to shun lighter armor just because it wasn't what he wanted; it might even be smarter to stay light as the gravity increased so maybe Venus' bitchiness was a blessing in disguise. At least it was black and matched the rest of his clothes, so points for style.
"Also if you could supply me with some rope, sturdy stuff, that would be great. I figure if I run into any rebels out in the woods if could be fun to bring them back alive for interrogation. Oftentimes the rope keeps them from killing themselves." Shrugging with a grin as he recalled that one person that had scrambled for a knife to kill herself after he had told her all the things he was going to do to her whether or not she gave up info. It was a quicker death for cowards that didn't have what it took to bite their own tongue off and choke to death of their blood. "Lastly if you have a two-seater hoverbike not in use, I would like to commandeer it to at least get me to the forest and back. It could be useful for bringing the Sorceress back quickly too if she needs to explain some things in person or be briefed." If Venus wanted to keep him too busy to plot her downfall then she was going to have to try a lot harder than that. He was going to make her look as inept as he believed she was by accomplishing far more than she did.
"Also if you or the troops need something like ingredients from the woods or there are outstanding bounties in the area I'll be traveling to let me know. I rather kill twenty birds with one shotgun blast you know?" Giving a small chuckle as he pulled several pretzel sticks from his pocket and began eating them one by one with clear enjoyment. "We're in this together and anything I can do to aid your men and women I know will benefit me in the final push for Bavaria and the town hall. Also if Venus is going to deny me supplies then I might as well work to buy them myself." Giving him a small respectable nod and grin before attaching his Imperial Minister ID to his jacket. "If there's nothing else, I'll get on checking the sorceress's progress." Putting the battery back into the phone since the conversation was done, then turning it back on.
Renegade, Mercenary, Wielder of the Shaft of Justice, Angel-Rapist, Rp Contract Killer
He enters like a shadow, exits like a Horseman of the Apocalypse.
Seen it all, done it all.
Keeper-Senpai
He enters like a shadow, exits like a Horseman of the Apocalypse.
Seen it all, done it all.
Keeper-Senpai
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by MelissaB » Tue Apr 18, 2017 11:58 pm
"Of course you are." She comments with a chuckle before following her out around the back. Seeing the hover bike she nods a little, well at least it'll might not blow up on them. Getting on she makes way for Aya to get in front and wraps her hands around her to hold on making it clear if she's going so was the driver. Moaning at the way her tush pushed back and grinding on her shaft making her growl in Aya's ear. "Yeah, though maybe you should ease off my gears if we're in a hurry." She snaps back before leaning back against her, wrapping her arms around her and pressing her breasts into the leader of the resistance's back as she shields her face from the incoming wind to protect her eyes and allow her to see, if only see what they had already passed by.
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"Beware the Users of "Yo" I've got a big hammer to hit you with upon it's use" - Mel
"Beware the Users of "Yo" I've got a big hammer to hit you with upon it's use" - Mel
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by cliffracer » Fri Apr 21, 2017 7:21 pm
"Perfect!~ I'm not entirely expecting us to have any trouble, but confusion is confusion... We're going to be picking up some supplies from Passerna and checking over the wounded between here and there." She's not going to OPENLY say that Bavaria is much easier to pick up her supplies from, and she figures taking a loyalist to the rebel capital would be trouble no matter what she did to make her incognito. "Sedatives. You ended up with my last dose."
Rol's clothes are on the main counter of the clinic, thankfully very far away from all of the fun the two got up to. Lyalah considers her own clothes for a moment, everything that didn't get hit by the original fun using the glyph probably drenched now... Ah well, Rol shouldn't mind a little show while she changes. Once she manages to get up. She's become increasingly conscious of the dicks still embedded in her, and the even greater mess she'll end up with once she's separated from them. There's no way she could possibly avoid it, the least she could do is spare a greater spill on her floors.
"Ahhh, I'm so glad I had a shower installed. We're a wonderful mess."
Lyalah gently breaks the cuddle to lift herself away from the dual penetration, exhaling quietly as they slide out. It was a little sad to her that she was starting to get things she needed to do, she could probably have enjoyed the better part of a day like that. Once she's up, she strips out of her sweater and underwear as she approaches the three showers along the wall, choosing the middle one to rinse herself off with.
"Rol, if you're not too messy yourself, could you do me a favor and retrieve my equipment? Above the counter, I have a tall thin cabinet. I'll need the weapons and the portable medkit from it."
Rol's clothes are on the main counter of the clinic, thankfully very far away from all of the fun the two got up to. Lyalah considers her own clothes for a moment, everything that didn't get hit by the original fun using the glyph probably drenched now... Ah well, Rol shouldn't mind a little show while she changes. Once she manages to get up. She's become increasingly conscious of the dicks still embedded in her, and the even greater mess she'll end up with once she's separated from them. There's no way she could possibly avoid it, the least she could do is spare a greater spill on her floors.
"Ahhh, I'm so glad I had a shower installed. We're a wonderful mess."
Lyalah gently breaks the cuddle to lift herself away from the dual penetration, exhaling quietly as they slide out. It was a little sad to her that she was starting to get things she needed to do, she could probably have enjoyed the better part of a day like that. Once she's up, she strips out of her sweater and underwear as she approaches the three showers along the wall, choosing the middle one to rinse herself off with.
"Rol, if you're not too messy yourself, could you do me a favor and retrieve my equipment? Above the counter, I have a tall thin cabinet. I'll need the weapons and the portable medkit from it."
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Firehead » Sun Apr 23, 2017 1:30 am
Derek watched the shot fire off toward its target. He'd never shot at a person before and winced as he saw the way the flesh and cloth melted together by the beam his nose wrinkling in disgust as he caught the whiff of the smell of it. He didn't have time to regret it though. These people were out to get him, and he was as cornered as they were. Ducking behind the barrel to look at the thug who tried to wield his pipe unsuccessfully against the soldier that came to his aid. After she came over here to help him he couldn't just let her get hurt without trying to help out. She backed away from that thug, but the man was likely to continue to chase her, go after one of the others two that had followed her, or come in on Derek himself. With a grimace crossing his face he lifted his head over the barrel and took another shot at the same thug.
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Icaelus » Sun Apr 23, 2017 10:01 pm
Evelynn lowered the SMG slightly, stepping aside to give her aunt room to charge forward. Barreling past her nieces, Eleanor blitzed towards the spider, her gigantic blade cutting a trail of sparks on the floor behind her. With a single graceful pirouette, Eleanor put all the momentum and force of her charge behind the one deadly slam she dealt with the brutal, club-like greatsword.
"Ouch! And ew.."
Even Eve couldn't help wincing at the satisfying, yet disgusting sound that resounded through the tunnel. Apparently giant spiders went "squish" just like their smaller counterparts..especially so if the squishing implement was a giant fucking club. Was this what they called crude, yet effective?
She glanced to Anna just as the girl squeezed the trigger of her shotgun, lighting up the tunnel this time in blazing orange. And graces, just how many modifications had gone into a piece like that to show that much firepower? The spider's corpse..or rather, what remained of a corpse, twitched once and stilled.
"..You shot a guy with that? Pretty sure that thing you have there breaks at least a couple of international laws of firearm usage on humans.."
Eve nudged Anna lightly with her elbow, smirking as she spoke in hushed tones. While she was sure that Anna probably had a good reason for blasting that guard, Aunt Eleanor probably wouldn't be as stoked to hear of such deeds. And well, she herself didn't particularly care too much about the life of some random guard that probably had it coming..
"Maybe it runs in the blood?"
A genial smile pulled at Eve's lips at Eleanor's words of praise. She gave Anna a quick glance, nodding before she moved forward to approach her aunt. Were these giant spiders that..weak that they could just idly chat like this, however? Her question was quickly answered. A shadowy figure loomed behind her aunt and Evelynn's eyes widened, raising her gun immediately to blast the thing. But her aunt was in her line of fire...and she was moving too slowly to re-position..
"Aunt El!"
Eve could only scream her warning. Too little, too late. Dark crimson erupted from Eleanor's midriff as the spider lunged forward, impaling the woman right through her stomach. The club-like greatsword clattered to the floor, useless with its wielder incapacitated.
Shit. Shitshitshitshit!
Cursing herself internally as she broke out from the momentary shock that had froze her for just a second. But Eleanor was very quickly running out of those precious seconds.
Sprinting into action, the girl darted in closer to assure her shot's accuracy, but not in close enough for the spider's dangerous legs. And how her aunt wasn't rapidly fading into shock and still somehow keeping calm, able to give orders even was a massive fucking mystery even to her experience.
Aunt Eleanor was not..normal, for sure. Well, she already knew that.
"Get the fuck off my aunt."
Lining up the sights on the spider's head, she squeezed the trigger. A burst of cerulean bolts chased the darkness as they blitzed forward to their destination of the spider's skull.
"Ouch! And ew.."
Even Eve couldn't help wincing at the satisfying, yet disgusting sound that resounded through the tunnel. Apparently giant spiders went "squish" just like their smaller counterparts..especially so if the squishing implement was a giant fucking club. Was this what they called crude, yet effective?
She glanced to Anna just as the girl squeezed the trigger of her shotgun, lighting up the tunnel this time in blazing orange. And graces, just how many modifications had gone into a piece like that to show that much firepower? The spider's corpse..or rather, what remained of a corpse, twitched once and stilled.
"..You shot a guy with that? Pretty sure that thing you have there breaks at least a couple of international laws of firearm usage on humans.."
Eve nudged Anna lightly with her elbow, smirking as she spoke in hushed tones. While she was sure that Anna probably had a good reason for blasting that guard, Aunt Eleanor probably wouldn't be as stoked to hear of such deeds. And well, she herself didn't particularly care too much about the life of some random guard that probably had it coming..
"Maybe it runs in the blood?"
A genial smile pulled at Eve's lips at Eleanor's words of praise. She gave Anna a quick glance, nodding before she moved forward to approach her aunt. Were these giant spiders that..weak that they could just idly chat like this, however? Her question was quickly answered. A shadowy figure loomed behind her aunt and Evelynn's eyes widened, raising her gun immediately to blast the thing. But her aunt was in her line of fire...and she was moving too slowly to re-position..
"Aunt El!"
Eve could only scream her warning. Too little, too late. Dark crimson erupted from Eleanor's midriff as the spider lunged forward, impaling the woman right through her stomach. The club-like greatsword clattered to the floor, useless with its wielder incapacitated.
Shit. Shitshitshitshit!
Cursing herself internally as she broke out from the momentary shock that had froze her for just a second. But Eleanor was very quickly running out of those precious seconds.
Sprinting into action, the girl darted in closer to assure her shot's accuracy, but not in close enough for the spider's dangerous legs. And how her aunt wasn't rapidly fading into shock and still somehow keeping calm, able to give orders even was a massive fucking mystery even to her experience.
Aunt Eleanor was not..normal, for sure. Well, she already knew that.
"Get the fuck off my aunt."
Lining up the sights on the spider's head, she squeezed the trigger. A burst of cerulean bolts chased the darkness as they blitzed forward to their destination of the spider's skull.
Sleep unbeknownst to I, this one lives in perpetual need of coffee..
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Yana » Tue Apr 25, 2017 5:09 am
"Hey-o!" Annaliese cheered, twisting sideways to shield herself from a misting of spider guts. Never was there a better colour for a cloak than apple red. As she racked the pump, Anna giggled enthusiastically; it was hard to not appreciate that Evelynn's nervousness had been defused with one spat of bullets and a solid clubbing from a peeved off Auntie. The spent shell clattered into the dirt, bleeding hot smoke. Their spider had collapsed into the same shredded, gooey mess as every other pest that had been handled by the Graeles, twitching out the last few bits of its short, annoying life. Anna was old enough by now to not make a big deal out of it, which only made the phases of revelation crossing her cousin's face that much more amusing.
"Hmm-hmm! Evil spiders not so bulletproof after all." Anna said, wiggling her eyebrows playfully.
"And that was one heck of a swing, by the way." she added to her aunt. A compliment to Aunt Elen was about as redundant as one could get, given her myriad of achievements both knowable and unknowable, but that wouldn't stop the girl from appreciating a squish heard 'round Patria. More than that, Anna had never seen her aunt move with such fury, and that only made her physicality stunning for its unexpectedness as well as its power. It wouldn't be long until they uncovered her bare-knuckle cage fighting career, an idea that seemed funny until Anna considered the likely results of sharing it aloud.
She nudged Evelynn back, throwing in a little shoulder bump on top, and balanced the Shopkeeper in her palms melodramatically as if it were a piece in a display case.
"For your information, madame, they didn't have laws when this thing was made. My poor little gun is on the straight and narrow." Anna said, faking a snooty pout and resting the gun on the back of her neck. Her exaggeration wasn't even far from the truth: Patria's early days as a lawless, untamed frontier world were legendary.
"Besides, that guy... eh-heh..." She smiled shyly and turned towards Aunt Elen to head off that topic.
She was right, huh? They were family and always would be. Distance and time couldn't change that, and as bizarre of a welcome as it was, getting together and shooting might've been a stronger reminder than a normal day ever could be. In a morbidly ironic way, Anna was grateful for this; if they had only three days to catch up, this was a way to make use of every minute. If only they didn't have to deal with the troubles of the world... stars, it would've been so nice. No war, no Homeland and no Overlord. Just her, Eve, Mom, Dad, Grim and--
Anna snapped out of her daydream a second too late. She had seen the shiny black carapace skittering out of the darkness, but her head didn't put the threat together until a spear-like leg thrust forward from the angry spider. In moments like this the girl always instinctively cringed, as if just by thinking hard enough she could swat away what was going to happen.
And yet.
Aunt Eleanor's blood sprayed across the dirt like paint whipped at a canvas. In an instant, Anna was confronted with an even newer and more disturbing image of her aunt: impaled through the abdomen, her clothing soaked with blood. This didn't happen... she never bled. Anna's heart resumed after a moment's pause, and her surprise translated into immediate anger that would've boiled over had her aunt not made Anna question if anything had gone wrong at all: Barely flinching at the hole in her stomach, she seized hold of the spider's leg with her bare hands with such iron force that the spider recoiled in the maximum degree of fear and surprise an insect could feel. Seemingly having concluded it'd bitten off more than it could chew, the spider bucked, twitched and dug its remaining legs into the dirt in a reactionary effort to free its trapped leg, but Aunt Elen's brutal grip didn't relent. It looked like her fingernails were digging through its carapace.
It was something to behold.
“...Spiders. I swear to the heavens.” Anna sighed. Her expression had died out. The Shopkeeper fell to her side.
Visibly steaming with irritation Anna stomped over to where Aunt Elen and the big bug were locked in their grapple. Ducking around to step in front of her aunt, Anna stopped within arm's reach of the spider – something that didn't particularly intimidate her, truth be told – and snapped her fingers in its face.
“Hey, buddy.”
A half-dozen eyes flicked in her direction, and then to the muzzle of the shotgun pressed against the joint of its imprisoned leg. It only had enough time to feel cold realisation set in before the girl pulled the trigger. The Shopkeeper screamed its burning song, stripping away flesh and nerves with its terrible plume of fiery exhaust as the storm of hot metal pellets ground their way through as a radial saw goes through lumber.
Annaliese didn't even wait for the recoil to settle or for her ears to cease ringing. Pushing through the fevered ache washing up her arm, she racked the pump and swung it around to the spider's head, giving the panicked bug a good taste of the acrid, stinging smoke pouring from the barrel.
“Don't ever touch my family.”
The gun went off.
"Hmm-hmm! Evil spiders not so bulletproof after all." Anna said, wiggling her eyebrows playfully.
"And that was one heck of a swing, by the way." she added to her aunt. A compliment to Aunt Elen was about as redundant as one could get, given her myriad of achievements both knowable and unknowable, but that wouldn't stop the girl from appreciating a squish heard 'round Patria. More than that, Anna had never seen her aunt move with such fury, and that only made her physicality stunning for its unexpectedness as well as its power. It wouldn't be long until they uncovered her bare-knuckle cage fighting career, an idea that seemed funny until Anna considered the likely results of sharing it aloud.
She nudged Evelynn back, throwing in a little shoulder bump on top, and balanced the Shopkeeper in her palms melodramatically as if it were a piece in a display case.
"For your information, madame, they didn't have laws when this thing was made. My poor little gun is on the straight and narrow." Anna said, faking a snooty pout and resting the gun on the back of her neck. Her exaggeration wasn't even far from the truth: Patria's early days as a lawless, untamed frontier world were legendary.
"Besides, that guy... eh-heh..." She smiled shyly and turned towards Aunt Elen to head off that topic.
She was right, huh? They were family and always would be. Distance and time couldn't change that, and as bizarre of a welcome as it was, getting together and shooting might've been a stronger reminder than a normal day ever could be. In a morbidly ironic way, Anna was grateful for this; if they had only three days to catch up, this was a way to make use of every minute. If only they didn't have to deal with the troubles of the world... stars, it would've been so nice. No war, no Homeland and no Overlord. Just her, Eve, Mom, Dad, Grim and--
Anna snapped out of her daydream a second too late. She had seen the shiny black carapace skittering out of the darkness, but her head didn't put the threat together until a spear-like leg thrust forward from the angry spider. In moments like this the girl always instinctively cringed, as if just by thinking hard enough she could swat away what was going to happen.
And yet.
Aunt Eleanor's blood sprayed across the dirt like paint whipped at a canvas. In an instant, Anna was confronted with an even newer and more disturbing image of her aunt: impaled through the abdomen, her clothing soaked with blood. This didn't happen... she never bled. Anna's heart resumed after a moment's pause, and her surprise translated into immediate anger that would've boiled over had her aunt not made Anna question if anything had gone wrong at all: Barely flinching at the hole in her stomach, she seized hold of the spider's leg with her bare hands with such iron force that the spider recoiled in the maximum degree of fear and surprise an insect could feel. Seemingly having concluded it'd bitten off more than it could chew, the spider bucked, twitched and dug its remaining legs into the dirt in a reactionary effort to free its trapped leg, but Aunt Elen's brutal grip didn't relent. It looked like her fingernails were digging through its carapace.
It was something to behold.
“...Spiders. I swear to the heavens.” Anna sighed. Her expression had died out. The Shopkeeper fell to her side.
Visibly steaming with irritation Anna stomped over to where Aunt Elen and the big bug were locked in their grapple. Ducking around to step in front of her aunt, Anna stopped within arm's reach of the spider – something that didn't particularly intimidate her, truth be told – and snapped her fingers in its face.
“Hey, buddy.”
A half-dozen eyes flicked in her direction, and then to the muzzle of the shotgun pressed against the joint of its imprisoned leg. It only had enough time to feel cold realisation set in before the girl pulled the trigger. The Shopkeeper screamed its burning song, stripping away flesh and nerves with its terrible plume of fiery exhaust as the storm of hot metal pellets ground their way through as a radial saw goes through lumber.
Annaliese didn't even wait for the recoil to settle or for her ears to cease ringing. Pushing through the fevered ache washing up her arm, she racked the pump and swung it around to the spider's head, giving the panicked bug a good taste of the acrid, stinging smoke pouring from the barrel.
“Don't ever touch my family.”
The gun went off.
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by lilbooth » Wed Apr 26, 2017 8:57 pm
Echo simply smiled in response to Rivolo's questions and gave him one long kiss on his tender lips. She grabbed the base of his cock and began slow but deliberate strokes while still locked in a kiss. With her free hand, she reached down to her own groin and undid the two magnetic clasps keeping her privates hidden. With her armor on, there was no way she could easily take off her pants, luckily Echo had run into this issue some time ago and had a removable crotch installed on her most common get-ups. After the better part of a minute, Echo broke the kiss and pulled away from her servant, quickly shifting her focus to his colorful prick. After giving the young butler another smile she bent downward and wraps her lips around the tip of his prick. She let out a passionate moan as she began bobbing up and down on his shaft. She had both hands wrapped around the base of his beautiful piece. Echo was well versed in oral pleasure and was quite proud of her ability at that. Although time was of the essence she didn't want Rivolo finishing until she had gotten her fill as well.
Echo pulled away after some considerable effort, leaving a long trail of saliva between her lips and Rivolo's serpentine phallus. She gave the tip one more quick kiss before straddling Rivolo. "You just sit back and relax, let someone else please you for a change..." She said as she lowered herself onto his impressive dick, steadily grinding back and forth to bottom herself out. The unique shape and texture of Rivolo's cock made prolonged sexual encounters uncommon. It was truly a phallus designed to provide others with pleasure, but that didn't stop Echo from doing her best to help Rivolo have a good time as well.
Echo pulled away after some considerable effort, leaving a long trail of saliva between her lips and Rivolo's serpentine phallus. She gave the tip one more quick kiss before straddling Rivolo. "You just sit back and relax, let someone else please you for a change..." She said as she lowered herself onto his impressive dick, steadily grinding back and forth to bottom herself out. The unique shape and texture of Rivolo's cock made prolonged sexual encounters uncommon. It was truly a phallus designed to provide others with pleasure, but that didn't stop Echo from doing her best to help Rivolo have a good time as well.
I really like purple.
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Fantasy Fanatic » Thu Apr 27, 2017 6:58 pm
Marta swore to herself as she got shoved off, having been unable to restrain the woman who she had perceived as the biggest threat since she had been armed with a gun. At least she had been able to disarm the woman. Now, lying on the ground, Marta couldn't waste any time. She had to act fast or she would find herself in a really bad situation.
Deciding to quickly attempt to take down the now unarmed woman, Marta tries to grapple her, aiming to get her either in a choke hold or at leas grab hold of her throat and restrain her by asphyxiation. If worst came to worst, she could always use her claws.
All in all, it was a somewhat risky move, seeing as how the other two thugs were likely to attack her to get her off their friend and since she was the closest target, but Marta was confident her backup would be able to keep the other thugs off of her. After all, they had all gone through the same training she had and should all be able to handle poorly armed yet aggressive civilians.
Deciding to quickly attempt to take down the now unarmed woman, Marta tries to grapple her, aiming to get her either in a choke hold or at leas grab hold of her throat and restrain her by asphyxiation. If worst came to worst, she could always use her claws.
All in all, it was a somewhat risky move, seeing as how the other two thugs were likely to attack her to get her off their friend and since she was the closest target, but Marta was confident her backup would be able to keep the other thugs off of her. After all, they had all gone through the same training she had and should all be able to handle poorly armed yet aggressive civilians.
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Soref12 » Sun Apr 30, 2017 12:56 pm
Gaia swallowed her growing pile of nerves as their previously vague mission finally revealed itself. Doubts plagued her mind the longer she considered their chances, and when she considered that failing her mission likely meant death of some form she felt her breathing pick up slightly. Her grip tightened around Josceline's waist as she took a deep, shuddering breath, the calm the elf desired thankfully failing to elude her among the speeding winds. Then she laughed, leaning on her driver's back as she pushed the tension away to the best of her ability. This lasted for a good dozen seconds before her eyes turned skyward, gazing into the wide open expanse while wiping away the onset of tears in her eyes.
Another breath, and some forceful shoving of her emotions and she found herself back to some manner of stability, "Okay, so we've got to grab an Edict and the messenger that brought it in. A little harder than what we'd hoped for but their still going together right? We just have to head the same way, do the same stuff, and bring back a little extra. As long as we keep our focus we should be fine. So just," Gaia took the moment to briefly grip the redhead's shoulder, noting worriedly that lifting her arm was a little harder than she'd have liked, "try not to worry much, we've got this!"
That little peppy-talk done, her eyes scanned around them, trying to pick out points of reference among the blurred streets and people, "So uh, how much further have we got to go? I'm going to take a decent guess that we don't have much time before our legs snap under the increasing pressure of gravity..."
Another breath, and some forceful shoving of her emotions and she found herself back to some manner of stability, "Okay, so we've got to grab an Edict and the messenger that brought it in. A little harder than what we'd hoped for but their still going together right? We just have to head the same way, do the same stuff, and bring back a little extra. As long as we keep our focus we should be fine. So just," Gaia took the moment to briefly grip the redhead's shoulder, noting worriedly that lifting her arm was a little harder than she'd have liked, "try not to worry much, we've got this!"
That little peppy-talk done, her eyes scanned around them, trying to pick out points of reference among the blurred streets and people, "So uh, how much further have we got to go? I'm going to take a decent guess that we don't have much time before our legs snap under the increasing pressure of gravity..."
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Nicoffee » Sun Apr 30, 2017 10:28 pm
MONDAY, 2ND OF PATRIA'S FEBRUARY. 10:00 AM PLANETARY TIME.
Razajin
Marta Lou + Derek + Lyara Delacruz + Razajin
Karna
Lyalah
Annaliese + Evelynn
Gaia
Elijah
Echo
Echo + Karna
Razajin
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Marta Lou + Derek + Lyara Delacruz + Razajin
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Karna
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Lyalah
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Annaliese + Evelynn
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Gaia
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Elijah
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Echo
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Echo + Karna
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by MelissaB » Sun Apr 30, 2017 11:37 pm
Allowing her to press back she wrapped her arms around her giving her body a little squeeze. "No kidding, one of you has to." She comments before shaking her head. "You act like three days is a lot." she comments with a shake of her head. she's know people take a week to go to the shop around to corner for a drink before now. "Your plan of watch and waiting isn't inspiring Arya." She comments back digging her claws to tighten her hold on the woman as they continue to speed off and towards their destination.
Once there she nods. "makes senses and yeah it's only a pistol. hardly the most dangerous of tools one could walk into that place with." She comments with a shake of her head. The lack of a partner makes her look around her eyes searching their surroundings before the limo finally pulls up. "Guess this is them?" she asks before looking at the rear of the vehicle. Looking he she spots the man cum all over the place trying to not hit the girl inside, which was considerate of him if she was honest, doubting she'd of been such in such an enclosed space, especially considering the interior getting cum stains on it in her stead. "So... ah that's Echo... well she looks fun." She comments before being called her bodyguard but then gives Arya a look of disbelief. "There is no way I am riding in the back with that mess. If I'm playing bodyguard I should ride in the front and open the door when we stop to get out." She comments before waiting for the owner of the car's opinion before either reluctantly getting in the back with a menacing growl or sighing with relief as she heads into the front.
Once there she nods. "makes senses and yeah it's only a pistol. hardly the most dangerous of tools one could walk into that place with." She comments with a shake of her head. The lack of a partner makes her look around her eyes searching their surroundings before the limo finally pulls up. "Guess this is them?" she asks before looking at the rear of the vehicle. Looking he she spots the man cum all over the place trying to not hit the girl inside, which was considerate of him if she was honest, doubting she'd of been such in such an enclosed space, especially considering the interior getting cum stains on it in her stead. "So... ah that's Echo... well she looks fun." She comments before being called her bodyguard but then gives Arya a look of disbelief. "There is no way I am riding in the back with that mess. If I'm playing bodyguard I should ride in the front and open the door when we stop to get out." She comments before waiting for the owner of the car's opinion before either reluctantly getting in the back with a menacing growl or sighing with relief as she heads into the front.
A succubus. Poor misunderstood young ladies... they just want a little bit of love, little bit of death. Just like the rest of us -Gnarl
"Beware the Users of "Yo" I've got a big hammer to hit you with upon it's use" - Mel
"Beware the Users of "Yo" I've got a big hammer to hit you with upon it's use" - Mel
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by lilbooth » Wed May 03, 2017 3:34 am
Echo righted herself as quickly as she could when the driver announced that they had company. It was a shame that their session had been cut short, but it seemed that Rivolo was relieved of any built up he may have been harboring. Echo glanced out at the two slightly armored women that stood outside the car. Echo reached her hand out to meet the women that introduced herself as Arya, shaking it lightly, still a bit light headed from Rivolo's slugfest.
"Nice to meet you..." Said Echo in a questioning tone. "You resistance forces love a good surprise don't you?" She asked while taking a moment to adjust her clothing. "You are welcome to sit wherever you wish Karna. Though if we are pretending that you are my bodyguard what are you actually?" She asked both Karna and Arya, whichever was more equipped to answer.
"Nice to meet you..." Said Echo in a questioning tone. "You resistance forces love a good surprise don't you?" She asked while taking a moment to adjust her clothing. "You are welcome to sit wherever you wish Karna. Though if we are pretending that you are my bodyguard what are you actually?" She asked both Karna and Arya, whichever was more equipped to answer.
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by MelissaB » Wed May 03, 2017 3:54 am
Karna smirks and nods, watching her adjust her clothing. "Oh right I was a security officer back in the city, however world wide collapse wasn't really the best time to be one so I offered Arya some of my help." She explains with a shrug before hopping into the car. "Was more the sitting in your friend's cum that concerned me." she comments before looking around. "Trust that won't be a problem but unless I'm in on the fun it's not that pleasant to be covered in the stuff." She comments with a chuckle.
A succubus. Poor misunderstood young ladies... they just want a little bit of love, little bit of death. Just like the rest of us -Gnarl
"Beware the Users of "Yo" I've got a big hammer to hit you with upon it's use" - Mel
"Beware the Users of "Yo" I've got a big hammer to hit you with upon it's use" - Mel
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Re: .: Singularity :. (IC)
by Yana » Wed May 03, 2017 5:21 am
"Siddown." Annaliese said. Likely encouraged by a shotgun blast and hail of laser fire, the smoking carcass complied and folded into a pile of shattered green mush. The spider's surviving eye lolled out of its socket and trundled right over to where Anna could bring down her awaiting boot. The wet crunch seemed to be the final act of catharsis needed to snap her out of her morbid anger; in the midst of wiping it off on the dirt, she turned around to tend to her aunt with an apprehensive expression.
“Do you-- Oh!” The girl's helping hand remained paused in mid-air as Aunt Elen dislodged the spear-like appendage with barely a flinch. The sight was unreal to such a degree that Anna's only conscious reaction was a sympathetic twitch in her skin that made her acutely more aware of the cool draft pouring from the cave. She hid a shiver, knowing full well she would get in her aunt's way if she tried to help but figuring it would be rude to not at least be standing there just in case. Even for a master mage, this was no joke.
But for Auntie, it could've been.
“Are you sure?” Annaliese asked. Auntie stuck a finger in the blood dripping down her navel and whisked lines onto her skin. She was very sure. The girl immediately realised this was the very technique she'd been taught to develop a proper Life Sigil, but Aunt Elen's bloody improvisation was strikingly elegant; various careful inflections were contained within the gory strokes, representing details and additions incomprehensible to any lesser mage. There may have been nobody in the galaxy who knew more about the Sigils than Aunt Eleanor, and her self-made arcane miracle was proof.
The Sigil pulsed deep green, the lines snaking out to herd the red mess back into the wound. Every drop and thread of tissue merged with the emerald magic and in an instant the flesh and sinew began to weave itself together with alarming intelligence and alacrity as if guided by a tailor's hands or the rewind button on a video. Annaliese had seen mind-bending feats of medicine both personally and on the Extranet, but watching her aunt's body simply seem to will itself together out of nothingness might have exceeded anything the doctors and spellcasters of the galaxy had managed to accomplish with Life Sigils.
“Wow.” Anna gawked, watching the skin settle into a patch of scar tissue – just one to join Aunt Eleanor's many. The pit of worry in Anna's chest began to dissolve. Her fascination might've been longer lived were it not for the anxious buzz that'd been hanging over her mind ever since they turned off the TV. Besides, Aunt Elen's talent left no surprises. Anna exhaled.
“I'm glad you're okay. Dumb bug is too bold for its own good.” she laughed bashfully, nudging the carcass. Of course, the rescue was a combined effort. She waved to Evelynn.
“Hey, nice shooting. Why don't you move up here so we can stick together? Safer that way.” she said. The suggestion was as much for Eve as it was for her – Anna didn't want her cousin to stray with all the craziness in the world right now, but keeping close might help wear off Eve's nervousness.
Speaking of safety, it was only a moment later that Annaliese heard a loud skittering noise rushing down the tunnel to make sure they had none. A spider's octuplet stare always made her hair stand on end and when the onrush of air started to tickle her cloak and its shadow grew long on the dirt, she knew it was time to sashay out of the way.
“Nope.” the girl sang as she jumped to the side like a ballerina, swiftly tucking up her leg to avoid being clipped by the spider's stomping legs as it lunged for Aunt Eleanor. While she was glad to not be in its sights, she felt marginally disappointed that it'd given her aunt all the credit for blasting its buddy into the next century.
Or maybe it was colourblind to red. If it wasn't, it was about to be: no sooner had the arachnid thrust for Aunt Eleanor and struck air had Annaliese collected her footing, finding herself on its flank as it dug its leg out of the rock. The girl hefted the Shopkeeper to hip height. This was practically cheating; she was toe-to-toe at what may as well been the side of a barn. She racked the pump to eject the still-smoking shell that had claimed the spider's predecessor, savouring the tasteful metal-on-metal clack before her finger bit down on the trigger and the shotgun roared into bloody, fiery life for the fourth time today, bucking against her midriff like a wild animal and forcing her to plant her feet to soak up the haymaker force flying up her arms and blink to avoid having her eyebrows waxed.
This dragon's breath clawed for the spider's side, angrily directing its steel payload toward the abdomen as the plume singed its legs.
“Do you-- Oh!” The girl's helping hand remained paused in mid-air as Aunt Elen dislodged the spear-like appendage with barely a flinch. The sight was unreal to such a degree that Anna's only conscious reaction was a sympathetic twitch in her skin that made her acutely more aware of the cool draft pouring from the cave. She hid a shiver, knowing full well she would get in her aunt's way if she tried to help but figuring it would be rude to not at least be standing there just in case. Even for a master mage, this was no joke.
But for Auntie, it could've been.
“Are you sure?” Annaliese asked. Auntie stuck a finger in the blood dripping down her navel and whisked lines onto her skin. She was very sure. The girl immediately realised this was the very technique she'd been taught to develop a proper Life Sigil, but Aunt Elen's bloody improvisation was strikingly elegant; various careful inflections were contained within the gory strokes, representing details and additions incomprehensible to any lesser mage. There may have been nobody in the galaxy who knew more about the Sigils than Aunt Eleanor, and her self-made arcane miracle was proof.
The Sigil pulsed deep green, the lines snaking out to herd the red mess back into the wound. Every drop and thread of tissue merged with the emerald magic and in an instant the flesh and sinew began to weave itself together with alarming intelligence and alacrity as if guided by a tailor's hands or the rewind button on a video. Annaliese had seen mind-bending feats of medicine both personally and on the Extranet, but watching her aunt's body simply seem to will itself together out of nothingness might have exceeded anything the doctors and spellcasters of the galaxy had managed to accomplish with Life Sigils.
“Wow.” Anna gawked, watching the skin settle into a patch of scar tissue – just one to join Aunt Eleanor's many. The pit of worry in Anna's chest began to dissolve. Her fascination might've been longer lived were it not for the anxious buzz that'd been hanging over her mind ever since they turned off the TV. Besides, Aunt Elen's talent left no surprises. Anna exhaled.
“I'm glad you're okay. Dumb bug is too bold for its own good.” she laughed bashfully, nudging the carcass. Of course, the rescue was a combined effort. She waved to Evelynn.
“Hey, nice shooting. Why don't you move up here so we can stick together? Safer that way.” she said. The suggestion was as much for Eve as it was for her – Anna didn't want her cousin to stray with all the craziness in the world right now, but keeping close might help wear off Eve's nervousness.
Speaking of safety, it was only a moment later that Annaliese heard a loud skittering noise rushing down the tunnel to make sure they had none. A spider's octuplet stare always made her hair stand on end and when the onrush of air started to tickle her cloak and its shadow grew long on the dirt, she knew it was time to sashay out of the way.
“Nope.” the girl sang as she jumped to the side like a ballerina, swiftly tucking up her leg to avoid being clipped by the spider's stomping legs as it lunged for Aunt Eleanor. While she was glad to not be in its sights, she felt marginally disappointed that it'd given her aunt all the credit for blasting its buddy into the next century.
Or maybe it was colourblind to red. If it wasn't, it was about to be: no sooner had the arachnid thrust for Aunt Eleanor and struck air had Annaliese collected her footing, finding herself on its flank as it dug its leg out of the rock. The girl hefted the Shopkeeper to hip height. This was practically cheating; she was toe-to-toe at what may as well been the side of a barn. She racked the pump to eject the still-smoking shell that had claimed the spider's predecessor, savouring the tasteful metal-on-metal clack before her finger bit down on the trigger and the shotgun roared into bloody, fiery life for the fourth time today, bucking against her midriff like a wild animal and forcing her to plant her feet to soak up the haymaker force flying up her arms and blink to avoid having her eyebrows waxed.
This dragon's breath clawed for the spider's side, angrily directing its steel payload toward the abdomen as the plume singed its legs.
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