Raiha

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]My ex boyfriend and I went to a certain pancake place that shall remain nameless. (Ihop in the Bay Area) I received my crepes without the lingonberry butter and berries. My hot chooclate had no whipped cream. Half an hour later my ex's pancakes arrived. Without his bacon or hashbrowns. His pancakes that were meant for him went to the couple sitting across from us who showed up about fifteen minutes after we did. The water was never refilled and the syrups were empty. Then on the bill we were charged for the plate of pancakes twice. I found the manager and scorched his ears off. After he refused to give us our meal for free.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Rachmaninoff'] Or is this just Macey engaging in wishful thinking? =P [I][SIZE="1"]*thinks it's the latter and not the former*[/SIZE][/I][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Yeah...it's the second one. She doesn't refer to Bavaria mentally or verbally as step mother, and probably just refers to her as 'that damn woman.'[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]I laughed at Eros the way I was used to doing and caught the mags Carol tossed me from one of the close cabinets. Shockingly, they had done no real damage that couldn't be easily fixed. They hadn't even breached the walls properly. Just jumped instead of trampling. Not finding any warm bodies must have been frustrating for them. I slipped the spares into the holsters on my thighs, then grabbed my own jacket and walked out the door, whistling to Carlotta as I did. She skipped through the mild debris to the sound of Carol manning a push broom. Catching the packs Eros tossed to us, I slipped on the straps and buckled it at my hips.[/i] "So how far away is the market?" "About three fourths of a mile? Carlotta will scout for us." [i]I whistled to her again, inflecting the call to make the command and she lunged ahead, her strides growing long and graceful as she did, tail wagging wildly.[/i] "Beautiful isn't she?" "Totally." [i]We loped along after her, she circling lightly and coming back always looking perfectly calm. Korey followed me, not quite as good at the running thing, and we crashed through the doors of the market, the generator still working for no reason I could discern. Carlotta trotted up and down the aisles, wagging her tail when she reached the pet supply section. I leaned down and unwrapped one of the rawhide bones for her and tossed it towards the far wall. She yipped at me and charged, skidding just a little on the linoleum floor. I turned to the freezer rack and picked out a bag of frozen chicken breasts, potato spears, and vegetables. Over my shoulder I could see Korey pawing through the butter and eggs.[/i] "You think we could figure out a way to find live animals?" "They'd probably get eaten if we didn't keep them indoors. And so far I haven't run into anything vaguely resembling a wild animal that could be domesticated." "Well fuck." [i]I snatched up a bottle of Ketchup, smiling at the expiration date. Ketchup never went bad and it went with everything. Frozen soybeans and I felt almost giddy. I loved soybeans. Perhaps too much. With a little salt, they were gifts from god. Shouldering my pack and centering the straps again I turned to Korey, who was staring at a frozen stack of hamburgers, and most likely thinking bad thoughts. I nudged him.[/i] "Come on. Let's go." "...yeah... I was just thinking. Remember when we were still grilling stuff?" "I remember oysters in the shell. Clams popping open in the steam. Fresh hamburger that was never frozen." "Oh stop it." [i]Salivating, Korey tightened his pack and strode down the produce section. Carlotta followed us, knowing that we'd grabbed more rawhides for her and the others, then she stepped out the no longer working sliding doors. Outside the sun was barely beginning to set when her legs stiffened and she growled. Korey looked up and I drew my weapons immediately, bringing my left wrist under the right. An eater looked up at us quizzically from the carrion he was eating and I blasted through its throat. Korey turned to take in the entire view, and sighed.[/i] "Just one. Come on." [i]I began to run and Korey followed, Carlotta loping easily ahead of us. Making good time, Carlotta circled once, then we charged through the front door, recently repaired and reinforced with a good example of Eros's ability with a welder. I looked up and saw that he'd sealed off the windows as well. The dull hum in the background told me that Carol had fixed the generator. I walked through to the kitchen, Korey following behind me. Carol was tying up the last of the garbage bags, before setting them up to take and line around the back yard.[/i] "Looking good Carol. The house looks fixed. How'd it go so quickly?" "Eros and I clocked a little overtime. The upstairs is virtually untouched for one. Also, Mrs. Young knows how to use a welder too it turns out." "Sweet." "Well here's more for the fridge." [i]Korey began to put the food away while I unwrapped the bag of rawhide for the dogs. Escobar looked up at me mournfully and I flicked him one, watching him jerk and stand to his feet, catching it perfectly.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]I leaned back casually and put one leg up on his coffee table. Rubbing my forehead I reached for the list and unfolded it all the way.[/i] "Got a pen and paper?" "Yeah sure. Hang on." [i]I heard him rummaging in the kitchen draws and leaned over while surveying the list of numbers and names. They just kept going on.[/i] "Phone book too!" "You actually think you'll find these people listed?" "Can't hurt to check. Besides, this feels enough like work. I know what I'm doing." [i]I began to cross reference the list to the phone book, circling names when I ran into them. Thumbing through the business section, I wrote down yet another name, then looked back at Kenso briefly.[/i] "You know I even thought about taking this list into work. But they'd catch me." "I'd do the same, but it wouldn't work for very long." [i]We sighed and I put down the pen for a moment and flicked to the advert section. I stopped once I reached the take out pages.[/i] "She said dinner, but it's only 12. Feel like burritos?" "Fuck yes." [i]Dialing the La Pinata Guzman number, I leaned back, waiting for the oversized chicken, pork, and carne asada burritos to arrive. Kenso turned on the tv and began flicking through the channels while I kept up with the list. He paused on the local station, giving news on...something, there was the mayor giving a speech of some kind, even though campaigning wouldn't officially start for another month.[/i] "God he says so little and yet so much doesn't he." "No kidding." [i]I rolled my eyes, then looked back down at my list. I now had addresses for about twenty of the names. Kenso looked down at the names and businesses.[/i] "Some of these I recognize from a list of shell companies I saw at work." "Super. So they're dead ends anyway." "Not necessarily. If you make me a copy I'll take it into work and just use it on someone else's computer for a few minutes, then switch to the next one. I don't want you doing it." "It's the same database anyway." [i]I groaned a little, then looked back over at the clock. Food in three...two... A knock at the door and I was up, pulling a twenty from my purse. I opened the door and saw a familiar face grinning at me. Eduardo winked.[/i] "Ey, you're lookin' way better than you were." "Thank your sister for me eh?" "No problem." [i]I handed him the twenty and he passed over the paper bag full of burritos that would surely send me into a food coma to end all food comas. Eduardo was about to go when I saw Kenso stand up behind me and walk over to the door.[/i] "Chu got a minute?" "Yeah, what's up?" [i]I went to the kitchen while Kenso drew Eduardo in the door a ways, and quietly showed him a partial list that I'd been working on.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]I leaned back on the bench Gavin had dragged across the office floor for me. He sat behind me, one arm around my waist, and the other resting on the table. Neil and the delegate from a nearby planet, Iki were sitting across from us. Bianya reading a report in the background, and Vicky with her. Kiwi and Crystia were playing in the hall, and I could hear Oima laughing with them. I turned my attention back to the table. Neil pointed down to the display.[/i] "Sella's been massing forces on the border between our planets for months now. Vegeta's ordered us to bolster our defenses, to get the Elite's working together. Bu-" [i]Neil was pulling up a chart when I felt something twitch in my mind. Clearing my throat I steeled my nerves and leaned forward just slightly.[/i] "Neil. Something's wrong with this scenario." "Hmm?" "We already fought and destroyed Sella's minions. Don't you all remember?" "...what?" "We fought Sella and defeated her. Her daughter as well. Doesn't anyone remember?" [i]Neil and Gavin exchanged looks. Vicky looked over her shoulder for a brief moment.[/i] "What makes you say that?" "I know I'm Evrada. But I also know I had another name once, I had two grown up children once. Do you know who I was?" [i]Neil blinked slowly, as if I was speaking another language. But Gavin pulled away and stared at me.[/i] "This might sound crazy, but I recognized you before we met." "You were my husband." [i]He turned away for a moment, when I raised one hand, feeling it move on its own. I tapped his forehead with my forefinger, feeling energy spreading from where our skin touched. Immediately I felt power surge around us, partially mine, partially his, covering the table and everyone in the room. Gavin looked at me, then knelt in front of me and kissed my fingers.[/i] "Raiha." [i]Smiling at him, I leaned down and kissed his hands too. Then I reached out a hand and ran the pads of my finger up the display. The table lit up with tendrils of light and I spread my fingers through them carefully.[/i] "These are lines of reality. They run parallel, but sometimes if there's a large enough disruption, we can be thrown from one line to the next. This is the one that runs closest to our own." [i]I looked over my shoulder and saw Neil looking down at his armor, then back up at me.[/i] "So in this reality, I'm your boss." "And my abilities aren't what they once were. But on the other hand I can do this." [i]I trailed my fingers through the lines that represented reality.[/i] "We can make a jump back if we have the right disruptions again." "And the odds of us making it back in one piece?" "Not...so good."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well there's several rather good reasons for the Bavaria loathing. a: She tried to replace real mother of the daughters and sons of Leonhart Almagest. b: The way she treated Dame Grimalkin at the funeral. c: The unfortunate way she left Leonhart before a corpse was found. d: She's young enough to be Macey's sister. e: She's a floozy. However all this could be forgiven if she didn't consistently act like the Queen Bitch of the universe. It's very off putting for people who would like her to act human and not better than everyone else.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='chibi-master']Thank you, Captain Obvious. Please stop crushing my hopes and dreams now...:([/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]ROAWR! *stomp, crush, maim, deplete, destroy* You could just ask for wings, that way you won't have fur. Fur is sticky. But be sure to ask for wings 'capable of sustaining flight' otherwise a particularly irritable genie would give you little pixie wings.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Werewolves have never had wings dear. It's impractical for something that needs to have full range of motion on four legs. That's why birds only have two legs. I would wish for... A private temple in a very secluded part of the world. A greyhound that would live as long as me. That my tattoo would never fade. Of course I'm torn between that and a four lane highway to Hawaii from California.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]That's only when they're on the ship. When they land who's to say she won't trip and fall into a ditch and suffer a broken....arm...? And there's the joy of Macey not being on that ship right now. Not that she'd deliberately crash one just to see her die. She'd much rather see her horribly disfigured. That's drama right?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[RIGHT][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest%202/Macey_Ellen.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest%202/Dawlish_Almagest.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/leonhartavatar.jpg[/IMG][/RIGHT] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]"But Miss Almagest, the ship departs within the hour. Bavaria has expressly requested-" "You mean demanded. Now shoo. Stop letting Bavaria use you as a sock puppet." [i]Much to the annoyance of her former step-mother and the military delegates who had sent an express courier for her once already, Macey Ellen had brushed aside their warnings to make her way to the hospital room that belonged to her father. She could catch up with the ship easily enough with a private yacht, and her luggage had already been loaded, save her medical bag, which was clasped firmly in her hand, giving her an excuse to brush past several security guards and nurses. Although to the nurses' credit, the vast majority of them recognized her from her numerous visits to give lectures on the principles of bio alchemy's applications to surgery. As expected, the final set of doors opened to reveal Dwalish heading out. Macey paused and gave him one of those courtly flicks of her head and skirt.[/i] "Cousin Dwalish." "Macey, come to check on Leonhart?" "More or less. Here's hoping some incompetent twit didn't turn his chest inside out or something during the surgery." [i]Dwalish blinked owlishly, then smirked and gave her a fiendish smile.[/i] "Well he looked fine, but it is your field, not mine." "How good of you to recognize that. Speaking of fields, I was wondering if you had something small and fast for me to borrow. The expedition ship will have left without me by now." "I see showing up fashionably late runs in the family." "And it doesn't skip a generation." [i]Dwalish slipped her a fold of paper and winked conspiratorially.[/i] "Tell the cap to go to this address. Once there just tell them you're my cousin and my men will take care of everything." "You're a dear." [i]Macey winked back, then waved. She slipped the paper into the pocket of her jacket, then flung open Leonhart's door. He looked up from a file he was reading and smiled. Macey returned the gesture, then set down her bag and walked purposefully towards her father.[/i] "Going to open me up and double check everything?" "No need for such crude methods. I just need to poke you a bit." "If you damage those stitches my dear, I won't be very-" "Oh relax." [i]She leaned down to the exposed area of his chest, freshly shaved and bandaged. With one hand, she tapped very lightly on the space just above the wound, then to the left and right. As she did, she slowed her breathing just a little, and her eyes went out of focus. Then she stopped, and pulled her hand back, satisfied.[/i] "Well?" "It appears my lectures had some impact on the doctors here. Your heart's going to be just fine." "Lovely. I take it Dwalish outfitted you with a private schooner of some kind to catch up with Bavaria and crew?" "Yacht actually. It should be wonderful. I'll take a picture of her face when she realizes she didn't manage to leave me behind." "You're a darling." [i]Macey kissed her father's forehead congenially, then headed out the door, out of the hospital, and hailed a cab. Passing him the address, she sat back and smiled thinly. While the afternoon wasn't progressing as planned, it was turning out to be more fun than she'd expected.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Slow, contemplative, and jam packed full of exploding people, glowy big blue penis, and enough breasties to satisfy the most disconsolate of fans... I enjoyed it, and while I realize that the inextricably long, drawn out plot isn't for everyone, or anyone with the attention span shorter than two minutes, that's okay. I don't expect this movie to set the world on fire so much as I expected it to raise the bar of acceptability for comic book movies. ARE YOU LISTENING ELEKTRA?! My only real irritation is of course Ozymandius being world's most annoying blonde skinny little *****. He wasn't nearly as buff as the comic book, and while his accent didn't bother me, what really did bother me was the fact that he looked pathetically scrawny. Sure he might be fast, but if a single blow landed when thrown with real strength, he'd be flattened and crying for mommy. ...if only...[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]When I came to, I was vaguely aware of Bianya wetting my lips with a rag dipped in water, and something heavy across my feet. That something slowly resolved into Crystia, purring like a machine and leaning down occasionally to lick my shins.[/i] "Where did Gavin go?" "He and Neil left earlier glowing all golden. I think you tipped them off the deep end." "In a bad way?" "In a soon-to-destroy-private-property sort of way." "Funny, I thought...they wouldn't be surprised." [i]Biayna smiled at me weakly and helped me sit up. She pointed out the window towards Elite Benoit's house, which wasn't so far away as to not be seen. Crystia looked up and her ears pitched forward slightly, then rotated very slowly. Bianya held my head up and propped a pillow behind it, then her head snapped around suddenly and my second vision sharpened.[/i] "They've started." [i]Neil was standing over the complex that Benoit had built for himself on the backs of slaves, not servants, and he had his arms raised over his head. Gavin was mirror his motions, on the other side of the building. Ki gathered around them, surged up their arms to their palms, and they brought them down in one swift chopping motion. Immediately the house exploded in a riot of energy and entrophy. Walls exploded inwards, everything compressed, and Benoit burst from a shattered window on the south side, immediately streaking away, leaving an energy trail behind. Bursting with energy, Gavin snatched him back by the tail and throat, putting him in a choke hold while Neil led them both back to his house. A thump on the roof, and Binaya led me up the stairs, Crystia following behind curiously. As I opened the door leading to the roof, Crystia suddenly bounded ahead of me, right up to Benoit, and batted him sharply across the face with outstretched claws. His blood splattered across the concrete floor and he immediately dropped from Gavin's grip, kneeling on all fours like a dog. Neil kicked him in the ribs almost impersonally, without looking and walked over to Bianya. Gavin stood with his arms crossed, glaring down at him, not making eye contact with me just yet.[/i] "So. You won't join us when we fight this time." "It's stupid. There's no hope for victory." "And your solution...is to run away." [i]Neil was pacing now, almost gentlemanlike, then looked back at Gavin, who in turn looked at me. Bianya stepped forward and looked straight at Gavin, her tawny mane flashing in the backflow of the energy circling around Neil. Drawing on the rights of the woman to adjudicate domestic disputes, a different sort of power began to spiral around her.[/i] "Speak and sentence the man that wounded your legal wife." "Kill it." [i]He turned away from Benoit as Neil's hand flashed down, severing Benoit's head completely.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Any smart person knows better than to have obvious PROOF of fighting on campus. DUH. I prefer to fight off campus, in a dojo, where fighting belongs. Even so, I've been in fights before, not that it bothers me much. I have a mean right hook, and they usually don't last very long.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][b]Name:[/b] Raiha [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Occupation:[/b] Prostitute, agent for Mistress Phantom's Tea House [b]Appearance:[/b] See attachment; wears all black most of the time, and caters to a very specific sort of client. [b]Personality:[/b] Cool, occasionally fiery, and calculating. Never goes into a situation unprepared, and is categorically conniving and manipulative. [b]Family (if applicable):[/b] None [i]The client stepped out of his shoes at the door, then crossed the threshold into Mistress Phantom's venerable establishment. Immediately he found himself inundated with cries of welcome from the various whores and maids who worked in the tea house. Mistress Phantom looked up from her writing desk in the foyer and bowed pleasantly to the businessman, noting the Prada shoes and the Armani tuxedo. He handed her a generous tip and leaned forward just a little.[/i] "Is Raiha available this evening?" [i]The mistress brought her lips up in a curvaceous smile.[/i] "Oh yes Mr. Johan, right there! Right there!" "You like it don't you? You're such a dirty little girl Raiha." [i]Sometimes the soundtrack got them off faster. Which got them off her faster. Even so, after the deed was accomplished she poured him a cup of tea and ask him to visit her again sometime soon. Right before she took his money. Raiha had that effect on men. She helped him into his shoes and bowed goodbye, her pigtails bobbing jauntily as she did. He snuck a glance as she turned to walk back down to her room, catching the view of her big white bow contrasting against the black of her flounced and ruffly skirt.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]What about Iron Man? I personally liked that more than the Dark Knight, possibly because Iron Man's voice wasn't run through a heavy distortion pedal worthy of any riot grrl with a microphone. Anyway I'll be seeing it tonight in IMAX *gleeeeeeeeeee* So I'll let you know what I think after.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]*obnoxious victory dance*[/i] Woooooo! Oh Vicky, you're so schizophrenic. I'd like to thank the academy, and all the little people whose names I don't remember.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]So I was bored the other day and listening to Daft Punk's Alive 2007 album. And this led me to finding a song by Stardust from the 90s. "Music Sounds Better With You." Findable on youtube. I recommend it, very chill house music to relax to.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well I kind of just read a short story for my Fiction class that involved a pubescent boy and a Barbie doll together... ....pubescently... So maybe I'm kind of skewed but right now I'm thinking that the lawyer should go back to promoting the welfare of disadvantaged children and battered women and stuff.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]My plan is to wear my green underwear and work. I have no actual green shirts.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Shy'][size=1]So it would seem that poor Leonhart had a heart attack. He's very much alive, just not doing so well. Of course, the expedition is still set to depart that night. Since Leonhart isn't going it looks like Bavaria might take upon herself to sit in on this adventure. Oh dear. -Shy[/size][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Yeah No. I can safely say that Macey will not be a team player and most likely sabotage, set on fire, and ruin everything that Bavaria tries to touch. In short, "Bavaria can kiss my ass and bloody like it." Plus you seem to have a plethora of random personal pronouns in strange places.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[RIGHT][img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest%202/Macey_Ellen.jpg[/img][/RIGHT] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Macey Ellen sighed and sifted through the files on her desk. Her research on the Xear files was scanty at best, and it was really depressing. She sighed again, put her head down on the desk, and looked over her shoulder to see Lannie, her personal maid, putting down various blouses, skirts, and the trousers she'd convinced Macey were all perfectly legitimate to wear.[/i] "But what will the others think?" "Oh tush. You'll need freedom of movement for-" "I'm going to be doing experiments, not tramping through the wilderness." "You never know!" [i]Feeling resigned and like a big scummy failure, Macey pulled on her pongee traveling skirt and blouse. She slipped her papers and research files into the briefcase Leonhart had given her the day of her graduation. Turning to her cabinets, she pulled out her testing kits, her litmus strips, and her extra package of test tubes. Placing the breakables in the soft piles of her petticoats, she strapped her trunk with Lannie's help, and snapped the lock.[/i] "Happy to be leaving?" "Thrilled. Not that I won't miss your company. And the back work you do." "Well there is that." "Wish you could come with me, but Leonhart's actually expecting us to do our own work. I'll bet the men don't do their laundry." "Maybe you should pack more perfume." [i]Repressing a sigh, she let Lannie and one of the pageboys pick up the entire affair and drag it out to the front hall. Pulling on her gloves, Macey picked up her briefcase, and headed out the door. Lannie waved goodbye as Macey went to wait outside. She leaned back against the stone wall of the house she'd grown up in and smiled to herself. Finally going somewhere without a timetable, schedule she had to adhere to permanently. All she had to do now was wait for her father and his cadre of other adventurers.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Today I swear I'll post Macey packing for the trip. She's a scientist, at least now she has an excuse to have a lot of luggage.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Six months had taken me from slender, small handmaiden to large breasted and heavily pregnant. Neil didn't mind, I still was able to deliver his breakfast and perform my duties, some just took a bit longer. Being able to still hover a few inches above the ground did help immensely, considering my weight wasn't what it had been. Neil's mate, Bianya had taken to finding clever ways to help me evade work, occasionally giving me extra food, as pleased as a child with a new doll. I was braiding her hair, sitting behind her while she lounged lazily on a cushioned floor, Crystia dozing off in her lap when Neil burst into the chamber.[/i] "I have a message for you to deliver to Elite Benoit." "Can't it wait? She still has to finish braiding." "It can't. I'm sending off all the others with their messages. Something's happening in the Citadel. There's a problem off-world. Elite Gavin is already on his way back." "I'll go immediately then." [i]I pulled myself to my feet, feeling a slight twinge in my back, and adjusted my cloak. Neil handed me the message tube, and I bowed slightly. Courtesies had to give way for the fact that if I bowed deeper, I'd overbalance. Bianya had actually explained to Neil the reasoning, and he'd stopped giving me odd looks. Sometimes, in weaker moments, I fantasized that he was the pregnant one and not me. Opening a window in a hallway, I stepped out onto the sill, and took off, following the directions I had memorized by rote. Elite Benoit wasn't my favorite Warrior, in fact I was relatively sure he was annoyed that Neil had presented me to Gavin and not him, but there were several Elites that weren't happy about my new status as the future wife of a rising Elite. I kept my altitude, and landed on the main causeway leading into the Elite's plaza. The warrior himself was standing in his main hall, as if he knew I was coming. He held out an impatient hand, while the guards stood by the door impassively.[/i] "From my master." [i]He snatched the message from me and ripped it open, reading silently to himself. While he had looked impatient when I arrived, he then began to look angry. Immediately I felt a perceptible shift in his power and he flung the messages back at me. Neil was standing on the battlements, looking irritable, when Elite Gavin landed and greeted him quietly.[/i] "Where's Evrada?" "Delivering a message. She should be back soon." "What th-?" [i]I hit the roof with a dull thump, and rolled to one side, feeling myself flickering in and out of consciousness. Gavin quickly knelt and turned my face up, blood smearing on my cheek, staining his cheeks.[/i] "Elite...Benoit will not...be joining you." [i]The last image I held in my mind was Neil's eyes burning bright white, and Gavin's snapping blue and green.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"] 1. Would you rather be a dragon or Superman? Dragon. Chinese dragon. Immortal, no weakness to Kryptonite, drinks arsenic, and lives in the clouds. And can have sex. 2. Would you rather have no arms or no legs? No legs. I need my hands to have sex more than my legs shockingly. This is only because I'm a girl though. 3. Would you rather never be able to listen to music again, or would you rather never have sex again? I'm giving up the music. I need to have sex. I'll make up for it with spoken word. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]On a whim I decided to take up a completely random stranger's offer to go to an adult club of a very specific sort after meeting him at a college bar. This of course resulted in my face becoming known amongst the underground of that particular lifestyle rather well. And while this was in socal, I'm recognized up in socal. Oy.[/FONT][/COLOR]