Raiha

[COLOR=royalblue]"Now take some sisterly advice dear. Go to sleep." [i]Lina yawned and turned over. Sleep came quickly, quick enough to send her into dreamland. Shrai'i turned over herself and closed her eyes. Head resting, neck supported, legs extended, left wrist flung over her forehead. Instant bliss. "Say goodbye. Say goodnight." "Why?" "It's time to go home now." "Home."[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Shrai'i and Lina switched places, the long fingered genetrix picking up the comb. She ran it through Lina's thick tresses and quietly began the intricate process of yet another set of French braids. Lina arched her neck perfectly, letting the hair contour itself to her head. Shrai'i twisted and turned her fingers deftly, manipulating the hair to her wishes. Lina curled up, fussing over complete, and hugged her pillow tightly to her chest.[/i] "I miss my family. Don't you?" "I don't remember them. ....and it makes me sad, that I have nobody to think about." "Not even a faint idea?" "That's what happens when you're modified."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]She'll be very formal once she meet's the team, but don't worry....you're fine. ~~~~~~ [i]The exhausted female undressed, took a shower, pressed her clothes, and collapsed into bed. Several hours later, she rose again. This time, she dressed in her Moroccan clothes once more, and was ready to receive her dinner. The hotel's most excellent room service delivered her meal. Hot tea, bread, and some sort of fried vegtables and meat. She tucked in quickly, and consumed everything set before her. Then she packed her things and waited for Saraia to return. She seemed cute enough. A little straightforward, but obviously not used to desk work. Oh well. It takes all kinds. Shrai'i walked to the older styled TV and flicked it on. Good thing she could understand .....whatever language that was. It was archaic.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Fascinating, how did they know she had a weakness for tempura, miso soup, and wine rice? She tucked in with impecable manners. Her fingers managed the chopsticks, rice, and soup bowl with perfect accuracy. Kris watched her out of the corner of his eye, slightly impressed. Her fingers looked delicate, yet they managed to rip apart tereyaki and fried vegtables with the greatest ease. She finished quickly, as she usually did. Zharra set the bowl down, her chopsticks across the folded napkin, drained her twelveth cup of tea and flipped that upsidedown as well. Finished with her repast, she folded her hands calmly. Kris was done, and she watched him out of the corner of her eye. He looked back.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She descended to the lower rooms, which were mercifly empty. The showers were also empty, and since she felt like it, she charged in and blasted herself with steaming water. Several dove bars and citrus wash's later, she stepped out, glowing. The fine tooth comb ran through her hair easily, guided by olive oil. Lina stood behind her at the vanity and twisted her hair, braiding it at the same time. She smiled and inclined her head slightly. French braids always made her feel better.[/i] "So tell me....why do you do what you do?" "Why do you make the Shabonia mad?" "I don't respond well to authority....most of the time. I wasn't made for servitude." "I....sadly, was. I know that I can't get out of here, I figure to make it as easy as possible." "By sucking up?" "The correct term would be...licking up."[/COLOR]

[color=purple][i]Two free passes to Manteca waterslides, Two hours on the road, and Two waterproof duffel bags later, we were there. Sweltering in the heat, but having a blast. We slathered on the sunblock, stripped down to tankinis, both of us hiding stomachs, and ran around. I banged my knee on the bottom of the pool, she lost her watermat only four out of six times, and we ran into several people we knew. It was okay. The type of thing you remember for awhile. At least until the tan wore off. And I was kinda happy she was there with me, even if she sorta was spaced. We passed alot of cute guys, made our appraisals and moved on. For a rather cheap price, we chowed down on drinks, fries, BBQ sandwiches, and chicken strips. And a tub of ranch dressing. We digested, then ran into my friend from school...Mark, and another set of friends from my Youth group, Blanche, Allen, and that tall skinny 13 year old chick. All in all, I could survive without doing it again, although it was sorta fun to be alone with her in a big water park. The ambiance was okay, even if it was a tad on the junky side. Maybe there's hope.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]A tear falls to the Earth, And it now weighs a little more than it once did. An angel flaps her wings, And the air is displaced suddenly. Why are we here? Where are we going? What is our reason for being? Time knows. Do you know?[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She was standing, when he pulled her back down by the hair and caught her up in a passionate kiss.[/i] "Please .....you'd better go." [i]He released her and then sat back as she pulled her hair back into a tight knot, then replaced her towel. He put his hands around her waist and she surrendered herself once more, then brushed past him swiftly.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She set it down on the countertop and quietly turned to face the stairwell. The butler came back shortly, holding a tray with two goblets. Zharra lifted hers between delicate fingers and sniffed it....swirling around the liquid. It was delicious really.....almost like drinking it. Kiara downed hers without a backwards glance. Zharra, true to her character, quietly sipped hers down. The butler returned once more and ushered them up yet another set of stairs.[/i] "Where are we going?" "You may set down your personal effects and then meet the Mistress of the house thereafter." "Sounds fascinating."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I hate to add to your trauma, but yes, it's been done before. And for real names, you could just go to myotaku.com and check out everyone's real name. The're on the lefthand side.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]He pulled her backwards onto his lap this time, her head resting on his chest. His fingers caressed her hair, her ears, her chin, her throat.[/i] "Abandoning your civic duties for pleasure?" "It's a system that works." [i]She laughed softly and locked her arms around his neck. He grabbed her throat without warning, and she arched her back against him.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The driver quietly announced that they would arrive in precisely twenty minutes. As soon as the words left his mouth, a slight downpour began, followed by a brilliant flash of blue white and a dull rumble of thunder. Zharra looked out the window, then picked up the silk and cotton wrappings and swiftly bound up her weapon once more. Both types of fabric had been steeped in oil, waterproofing it effectively, and also dampered with a inside linning of something akin to rubber. She tied off the bundle with her signature of silver tipped black leather. Then she adjusted the straps again and set it flat across her lap. The men apeared to be dreaming, while the only other woman present was stroking the fur of her wolf absentmindedly. Zharra closed her eyes, examining the inside of her eyelids....which was oddly fascinating. When she opened them again, she found the huge dog, Demon staring into her eyes once more. She showed him one canine, then smiled sweetly. He interpreted her meaning perfectly and nuzzled up against her. She laughed and rubbed the spot just above the base of his tail. He whined harshly, then shoved himself closer against her, begging for more.[/i] "You sir, are a cad." [i]"...and you smell like tengu."[/i] "That I am."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She packed her standard uniform for working in the "boondocks" as he called it. Something like army fatigues, and a set of Moroccan clothes. Loose to let airflow, but tight around the ankles, waist, wrists, and stomach. To keep the sand out and the body warmth in. For the flight, she was wearing the formal two piece linnen suit but with crepe soled shoes. No use in wearing heels and ruining the leather. She lifted her exoskeleton backpack with ease and shouldered it. Her smaller pack, containing her dopkit, glasses, clipboard, wallet, passport, and other important items was also picked up. The taxi was waiting outside and took her to Heathrow without another qualm. The letter from her superior was waiting on her seat. She picked it up and slit it with the wooden knife she kept in her bra.[/i] [font=times]"Hello Shrai'i, By the time this reaches you, you should be en route to Heathrow. Enclosed is your Visa, and new ID card. Keep them close. Be careful when you get there, a woman like you is an easy target. The gun and permit are with the driver. I can not stress enough the importance of your safety. Remember to go with your instinct, and never go with anyone that lacks the proper ID, no matter what they say. Pax. Trent.[/font] [i]She looked out the window, then took the Glock 9mm and the international permit from the driver, who handed them over without even looking at her. 12 Hours later. The plane landed easily at the Egyptian International Airport. She got out, feeling very little jetlag and breezed through customs. Courtesy of UN documents and other useful identification. She had changed outfits into the Morrocan black pants, army boots, and body wrap. The burka went over her head unobtrusively and she smiled. It was also good for hiding the weapons she had brought along. Her sensitive documents were stashed in her blouse. Nobody seemed to want to deal with her. It was better that way. She followed the directions to another hotel. Much better.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]He turned to find Shrai'i collapsed in a heap, giggling helplessly. He snorted and sobered her up with a swift, tongue knocking kiss to the lips. Shrai'i used the momentum from her backwards swing and pulled him down into her lap, then bit his lower lip savagely. The "Master" bit her lip back, and she tasted blood. Her eyes contracted and dialated, then closed. Bliss. She touched her bleeding lip with her fingertips, then pressed them against his mouth.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]If I'm talking about the person just before talking, it's that person. Bleh, my mind is gone. ~~~~~~~ [i]She turned and fell laughingly into his arms, her breath blowing into his ear. He shivered slightly and felt her hands slide up and down his torso. Shrai'i giggled to herself and bit down on his ear, this time, less than gently. He reciprocated as she removed his headphones with the skill of a surgeon and replaced them with her fingertips. He turned and slid up against her, hands caressing her ample hips.[/i] "You're a bad girl." "Not nearly as bad as Lina." "And you're being playful. What happened?" "I finally slept."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Professor Shrai'i Kell Megelani checked her clipboard, then her watch, then continued walking down the hall. Her black heels clicked against the floor and she smiled to herself. The white coat flared around her body and hid her lithe, slender figure. She was a linguist. One of the best. Her superior knew it, and respected her at least that much. Her body was another story. The doors opened automatically, and then sealed shut again behind her. She sat down at his desk, avoiding his penetrating stare expertly. Then she removed the pen from her ear and started writing down the assignment on the whiteboard. The two men standing around her nodded and did the same. It was then that she noticed exactly who they were. Dr. Leo Baldwin. An expert in archeology and the like. Professor Stan Veraguchi. A history major, graduated from...some huge college. And her own private boss. Professor Trent. She looked up into his piercing green eyes, matching their glare with her own iced honey ones. He smiled slightly.[/i] "I know it's slightly off the beaten path.... But I have another job for you. One that's rather top secret." "And?" "You'll be with other skilled individuals, working in the field." "What field?" "I can't tell you that. I can give you this." [i]He placed a manila folder on her lap, neatly brushing his hand against her chest. She gave him a glare, then broke the seal and opened it. And smiled.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Oh. Damn. I thought it was the other way around. *beats head into table* Now edit that into a working post and get back to me. Yes, I'm on a custarddish full of dried cranberries, peanuts, and lots of chocolate chips. And one marshmellow.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She closed her eyes, inhaling the different scents around her person. From Kris, she drew in a scent not unlike warm leather. Hers was always very cool, but he seemed to be the type that held great power. Kiara gave off the scent of ripening wild flowers, and from her animals, she recieved a delicious furry scent. Michael gave off the smell of metal and machinery, and also freshly pressed books. Damien smelled of both cold steel and black iron. Not all together unpleasant. The pepople around her filtrated through her system, and her synthesia was working at full capacity. Perhaps she should thank her synthestic father more often. But he was penned in a jail at the momment, and she had no desire to speak to him as of now. Terrorists always ended up in hell when they were caught. She sighed and ran a hand through her finely combed hair. It caught the light from the half open window, and she smiled to herself.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Nooooooooo, he didn't. He said he turned it ON see? And don't go editing please, it throws me off. ~~~~~~~~~~ [i]She stirred in her sleep, and turned over, revealing her perfect form. With her eyes closed, she looked completely human again. But with them open, she became a genetrix again. He sighed and ran his fingers through her hair. She opened on eye.[/i] "Missed me?" "You've spoken in your sleep. "What did I say?" "....not much."[/COLOR]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Manic [/i] [B] I just couldn't handle all of the drama girls go through. Girls hold grudges longer than guys, especially when it comes to losing friends. Two girls could get in a fight and refuse to talk for the rest of their lives. Two guys could get in a fight and order a pizza 5 minutes later. And let's not forget the horror of my genitalia bleeding every month. Pre-menstrual syndrome, Post-menstrual syndrome, and Presently-menstrual syndrome. Getting hit on by wolves. Putting on pants so tight, I'd need the jaws of life to get out of them. :D Ah, I kid. I'm sure being a girl has its ups and downs. I'm just happy being a guy. [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]That first bit isn't exactly true. I don't hold grudges unless it was something really heartless and cruel and insane. Most people know me as a somewhat stern but altogether lovely girl. Oh come on, you big baby! It's not like you get cramps up the wazoo and back pains to kill from. And I don't wear tight pants if I can help it! They shorten your life span, increase the chances of varicose veins, and make you look like a complete and total whore. I find it rediculously repulsive. Especially if they're obscenely overweight and slutty. But we have enough of those at our school already. The spike heels and hideous sneaker fashions this year don't help. Yeah you could say that. Every 14th day after the cycle is an up, every day before and during the cycle is a down.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]"But enough about me. What about you...Damien?" [i]He shifted uncomforably in his seat. She laughed softly, not an unpleasant sound, more like water running over a metal basin. Kiara laughed as well, their voices blending in a sweet harmony. Damine colored furiously and Michael thanked himself for not speaking up any further. Kiara chose the moment to pick on him too.[/i] "Don't think you can get away without it!" [i]He blushed as well, and Kris rolled his eyes. Zharra shot him a look that clearly stated her intentions. He blinked and looked away.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]"Well, that was random, but not entirely unappreciated." [i]Zharra turned her head and fixed him with her gaze. Her eyes shimmered slightly once more, and she offered a dazzling smile. He nodded quietly.[/i] "So tell us about yourself." "My full name, as some of you know, is Zharra Dominae Hanani. I'm a half Tristae witch, half bastard tengu spirit." [i]Everyone present winced slightly. Tengu's were demons of the underworld, but from her they got nothing more than a slight sensation of sensualism and delight. And her eyes were vaguely disturbing, but that was to be expected. Damine's eyes fell to the sword in her lap.[/i] "What about the sword?" [i]She unwraped the handle and the rest of the blade. The silk fell away to reveal a long slightly broaded blade with a viciously curved tip and barbs about three quarters of the way up. The wolf shied away uncertainly and she smiled sweetly. She turned it over in her lap, enjoying the way the smooth silver lines caught the light.[/i] "It burns the unholy. Which is why I keep it wrapped most of the time, and don't ever touch it with my bare hands."[/color]

[color=royalblue]I already joined this via PMs, but I feel the need to boost it back up and therefore promote an RPG that deserves more coverage than just two or three people signing up. That, and I also feel a great longing to promote Tristae witch pride and the lack of humanity that follows shortly thereafter. Yeah. I'm sad. Be quiet.[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Her modifications served her well. As he slept in her lap, she felt nothing but a slight dizziness that wore of quickly. He was already fast asleep, so she deactivated the drug circulating the room. Her master stirred in his sleep and Shrai'i leaned down and pressed her tongue against the side of his neck. The most powerful man in the state, turned in his sleep, and she put her arms around him slowly. No need for him to wake up. Not yet anyways. It would be so easy to snap his neck.....but there was no time for that. And she'd catch hell aftewards. Lina would have a fit. Oppertunity knocking, and her ignoring it quite sufficiently. [/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]That would be you. Let's just say, she can see through walls.[/COLOR]