Raiha

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Hmmm, well for your friend, I recommend a stiff right hook. Actually having no idea how either of you fight, I'd suggest avoiding face blows, even if they are usually show stoppers. Be sure to tape your wrists and hands so you don't end up shattering anything. And as for your fight against this chick. Let her get in the first shot so you have a vague idea of how hard she's going to be hitting because if she's more than talk, it'd be quite a shame if she left you broken and bleeding on the floor. Follow the rules of conduct in not hitting below the belt, not hitting the boobs, and no hair pulling. Hair pulling is for rape victims and orangutans. On the other hand she might hit harder than you anticipate, in which case you won't last very long anyway, so the best offense is a good defense. Try to keep her from getting in any good shots, and if she starts aiming for your balls, put her in a sexy submission hold. Or any submission hold really...[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Perhaps I overdid it on the foreshadowing, but I always liked foreshadowing as a linguistic construct to move the story forward. Don't you? But now it's wide open for all sorts of bad mojo to go down.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[RIGHT][img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/maceyellen-chronicle.jpg[/img][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/victoriaann-chronicle.jpg[/IMG] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/fauntleroy-chronicle.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/gustave-avatar.gif[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/marieevangeline-chronicle.jpg[/img] [img]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/gadgetgerrault2avatar.jpg[/img] [/RIGHT] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Macey handed one of her many handkerchiefs to Gustave, who promptly used it to dab away Victoria's numerous tears. Eva sighed and leaned against the now still stone wall, and rubbed her temples while Fonty checked the maps Victoria had set down. He turned them in one direction, then another, then turned the whole lot upside down.[/i] "Goodness this is complicated. How did you even get this far Victoria?" [i]Consoled by both Gustave's presence and the handkerchief, she sniffed primly a few times at her uncle. [/i] "[i]I[/i] paid attention in cartography classes." "She's got a point there Fonty. When you were there, your duties consisted entirely of dancing attention on the nearest pretty face." [i]Macey snorted into her sleeve with a knowing look while Eva chuckled just a little and checked her pack to make sure nothing had shifted in the recent quakes. Gustave carefully folded the now drenched kerchief and put it into one of his several pockets. Then he turned and gave a look to the maps that had already defeated Fonty. Then he drew a line out from their present location to the nearest open location, which Victoria had made it terribly close to. Location determined, Gustave remounted Lucy, with Fonty giving Victoria a leg up, the backpack now slung across the others.[/i] "Do you think we're really a match for the Underdogs? They took Father and Auntie Catharine. And I'm sure Father would've put up a good fight before they got him." [i]Eva questioned, her hand resting carefully on her sister's hip, both astride Lazarus sitting sidesaddle. Macey turned to give her a perturbed look, her hands gripping Lazarus's reins perhaps too tightly for her to use the relaxed tone she forced onto herself.[/i] "I agree. It's not that I don't want to see Auntie Catharine safe, but I doubt we'd be very useful. Aside from target practice." "Well I suppose that's something." [i]Gadget looked worried, perhaps more worried than everyone else, and he grasped one of the straps on Lazarus's saddle, none of the group members moving just yet. He seemed reluctant to go forward himself, not that anyone could possibly blame him. Not everyone had Victoria's sense of adventure and fearlessness. Gadget hung his head just a little and seemed to be very interested in counting the rocks around his toes.[/i] "My father sent me away last time. Maybe he'll do more this time besides just ordering me to go away." "I don't think he'd harm his own flesh and blood. Or am I being naive?" "Who can say? But we'll stay together for whatever comes next." [i]Macey shot a sharp look at Fonty and put a gentle hand on Gadget's shoulder, leaning over slightly from her vantage point. He gave her a bleak smile, and stood up straight again, looking into the dark mouth of the tunnel without flinching away. Even so, for all of her bold words, Macey couldn't help feeling worried as well. Ever since they'd entered, she'd been feeling a horrible fluttering in her stomach. The last time she'd been in a tunnel, she had been running for her life with Gadget right behind her, not nearly as well adjusted as he was now, but still afraid. And here they were again in the same place they'd been chased from by the unseen.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[i][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Hi all. I'm Raiha, but you should know that by now. My husband and I have been away from you for awhile. 16 years to be exact. But in our defense, we?ve been amazingly busy. Sevara and Billy are 17 now. Both have developed the full compliment of powers we expected, and the feral kits had grown up somewhat and hung around the house or alternately wandered for months at a time. Vicky and Andrew had recently had their baby, but Vicky was called away on a mission with Eriju, and that left things slightly complicated. But since Andrew didn?t trust himself with a kid, the poor girl naturally fell to me. We called her Kiwi if only because she?d been born with a lot of fuzzy brown hair, and because neither Andrew or Vicky were what we?d call creatively gifted. But enough of that. Our house was now approaching the state usually termed ?lived in? but I preferred to call it ?CHAOS.? Can?t have anyone over syndrome. But that wasn?t much of an issue. Iki and Andrew were usually doing races around the solar system, while Eriju and Vicky were much further out where we?d traveled so long ago. I had my hands full with the baby at home, while Gavin worked his jobs, and Neil showed up every now and then with Sikal in tow. The two had grown up somewhat, Sikal possibly more noticeably than Neil. I think it?s because Sikal wasn?t bent on corrupting my children. If only because he was still young enough to be dissuaded by a shriek and a howl from me, sent up from two stories down, perfect aim, naturally.[/i] ?Good morning darling. Want me to wake up the kids?? ?Yes please. That?d be wonderful.? [i]My husband rolled over on top of me on his way for the end of the bed, planting a series of sloppy kisses down my chest while I batted him with his recently vacated pillow. He staggered for the door, while I admired the view from behind. Gavin flexed his deltoids for a second, and then made his way for the bathroom and sloshed his face with water. I yawned and turned back towards the infinite softness of the pillows, hugging one of the many to my chest. He came back for a kiss ten minutes later and I blearily kissed the air where I hoped his face was. Then, feeling my duty complete, fell back asleep for another blissful few moments when Kiwi began to yowl. The full Saiya-jin female had lungs as strident and healthy as any young wolf, and I leapt out of bed like I?d been stabbed to pick her up out of her cradle and offer her a breast.[/i] ?There there, easy now. I?ve got you.? [i]Kiwi mewled and hiccupped, then went back to what she was doing. I slipped on one of my looser shirts and padded downstairs to find my children already finished with breakfast, the dishes still on the tables, and out the door. I sat down and pulled a bowl of my own near when one of the ferals from Iki and Eriju swung in through the open downstairs window. It was one of the two females, Crystia I noticed. She prowled around the kitchen nervously, then sat down in one of the chairs and chewed on her lower lip until I offered her some cornflakes. She tucked in and looked around, her ears twitching at every sound. Crystia didn?t talk, but she was one of the two that didn?t. Instead she communicated with light purring sounds and hisses when she was upset. A good girl to have around, but she hadn?t been around in months. Hopefully she?d stick around for awhile.[/i] ?It?s good to see you again Crystia. Everyone missed you, even though Eriju and Vicky are off on a survey mission.? [i]Crystia looked up for a few moments and made a low rumbling sound in the back of her throat that slowly tapered off. I gave her a reassuring smile and juggled Kiwi to my other breast before leaning back slightly. Things to do today. Clean. Hopefully. Do the dishes. Again. Ask Crystia if she could paint the house one more time. Dragoon Neil into picking up the weights in the garage. Train a little. If Kiwi would let me. As I followed that train of thought, while I burped Kiwi over my shoulder, Andrew stopped by to say hello before he went to work.[/i] ?Morning Raiha. Crystia. Hiya Kiwi!? [i]He gave her a light peck on the cheek while she sucked on a lock of my hair and looked at him with suspicious eyes. She gave him a mewling hiccup sound of her own and he took it as a greeting back while I patted her back and gave Andrew a vague nod. It wasn?t that I didn?t appreciate the fact that he now was completely indebted to me. It was just that raising twin teenagers and now a 7 month old was about as calming and therapeutic as fighting another batch of constructs from Sella. Or Morrigan. Whatever. At least today should be quiet and boring. Oh who am I kidding?[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[i][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Felix watched the waves, timing, waiting for just the right moment to go for it. The beach was quiet, the tourists, the bikinis, the bonfires, all gone. It was late, with the moon hanging gravid in the sky, watching silently over the waves that rolled in from all around the world. The Marquesas, Baja California, the Ivory Coast, everywhere and anywhere all at once. Sure it was risky to board at night, but it was a small price to pay to not have to hear the shitty music and shouted conversations of people who didn?t understand what surfing was all about. He guessed a move to Kuaii might?ve solved it, but this was Oahu. The best waves were here. Just so happens that the worst people were here too. His best friend leaned against her board, one leg out in front of her, the curves of her bikini something he always ignored. It wasn?t worth it was it? Ruin a friendship for one night? She smirked at him, her teeth very white against the deep tan of her skin. Her head tilted to one side, the thick braids of her hair hanging in drying strands down her slender back.[/i] ?Good night tonight?? ?Looks like it. At least that?s what they said on the reports.? ?Well go for it. Don?t be a kak.? [i]He saw his chance and took it, going out further than he needed to, floating while waves lapped at his legs, crashed all around him. First wave rose up, languid, whipping towards him, and he took it, rode it, all the way down. Smell of salt, feel of his suit, wax on the board, humidity in the air. The moonlight glinted on the water, rising all around him now friendly, now upset, ever changing, never the same. It was never the same for him. His friend chuckled at him from the safety of the beach, still wet, all done for the night. She?d always been around to see him, to be friendly to him, to insult him when she thought he wasn?t doing it all right. But she wasn?t a beachhead. No, that was him. As far as he knew, nothing of importance happened more than a mile and a half away from the beach.[/i] ?She?s great. Wouldn?t give her up for anything.? [i]If she?d known that would?ve been his last living thought, she would?ve been consoled, not minded so much what happened next. Caught by a rogue wave, just bad luck. Tugged his ankles, jerked him down, the water not too cold, but angry. Furious now, pulling him further down than he knew was safe. Ripped away from his board, being maytagged out of the blue, but his friend wouldn?t have even known it. She had been watching him, but leaned back against her board, she?d closed her eyes for just a moment. And in that moment he was gone. Just tugged away from her view, never going to see him again. Just a blink, and he was gone. The waves drowning her childhood friend without a backwards glance. They?d always gone out together, rode the waves, catching and then letting go, always making it back more or less alive. She waited longer than she felt was safe, knowing it wasn?t safe to go out if he?d already been taken down. She reported it, but they never found him. Never. And she never went back.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I will be posting around the time this afternoon when my class gets out and I can set up my computer in all of its glory with plenty of room to walk around and shout at house plants. Great plans.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Ah yes, I was listening to this on my typical libertarian radio show and the host's main point was how happy Wall Street was now that their biggest enemy was in total disgrace and thus incapable of hurting them anymore. Additionally, what exactly is it like to be with a hooker that charges $5000.00 a night? I mean really! What is possibly worth that much? I mean unless she was bionic woman...which I doubt... But then someone pointed out that Spitzer is a super delegate who had endorsed Hillary. Will he keep that delegate status when he resigns/is sacked? I was very curious about that. There's another person in line to take Spitzer's job that ALSO supports Hillary, only he's black and apparently very popular with most every African American ever. So there's actually some conspiracy chatter on 'Did Hillary actually go after Spitzer on purpose?' Who knows. She has friends in Wall Street that she'd like to protect, and she'd be supported by whoever replaces him almost by statute. Go figure.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Eiyaga Meya leaned back slightly, still wrapped in a drying towel, her hair waving out behind her in long strands and individual curls. She could hear Andras speaking and responded to some of his questions mechanically, while her system continued to right itself. Finally he asked a question that woke her up out of her monosyllabic streak.[/i] "So what is your real power then?" "I heal people's mortal wounds. I can bring a freshly killed human back from the dead. When I bring them back to life, I have to have sex. A friend called it a life curse." [i]Andras blinked a few times at her matter of fact tone of voice, rubbing the place on the shoulder where she'd sunk in her fingernails. Eiyaga leaned forward for half a second and in one impossibly fast movement jerked his thumb backwards, snapping it.[/i] "WHAT THE FUCK!?" [i]Then, before he could shove her off, she covered his hand over and absorbed his pain and his thumb jerked back into its proper place. Andras breathed, noticing that the sharp flash of pain he'd felt when she cracked his thumb was completely gone, while she pulled her back into position. As she did, her breath became visible and the floor she was sitting on covered itself with frost that quickly faded away within minutes.[/i] "Sorry, you looked like you didn't believe me." "So you break my fucking thumb?" "I fixed it didn't I? You were zapping me all the way home." [i]Eiyaga sucked on her newly repaired thumb for a few seconds and smirked at him a little, his expression going through several changes. Then he cracked a smile and resisted the urge to ruffle Eiyaga's hair. She appeared to be relaxing, and she was. Her back against the couch she'd been laid on, she looked perfectly comfortable, wearing the towel like a second skin.[/i] "So why can't you heal your eye?" "It was the first time I used my ability. Saving my friend's life after a car accident. The eye didn't make it on me, but she had her sight right up until she died." [i]The puckered flesh rippled slightly and Eiyaga flicked her hair back to cover it up, the other bright and glittering under a delicate eyebrow and a flicker of eyelashes. Her expression cleared somewhat and she seemed to relax even more.[/i] "I guess I should thank you for picking me up and screwing me." "No problem. My pleasure." [i]The female Zodiac wrinkled her nose at him and looked over at the stereo resting on the bookshelf across the room. Her head tilted to one side as her eye narrowed and she read titles on the CD rack.[/i] "No Black Sabbath? No Zeppelin? ...No Metallica?" "You like Metallica?!" "Is that so weird?" "...I knew there was a reason I saved you." [i]He chuckled and leaned back slightly, humming a few bars from 'Wherever I May Roam.' Eiyaga closed her eye momentarily and breathed out a few times, her ears perking slightly at the familiar sounds. So few things in her life had followed her this far.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Alas, the little shopper is shopping. Freaking women and their proclivities. I will never understand it.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]As a loony bin conservative, I'm currently amused at the way the party's tearing itself apart at the seams. And while I agree that Hillary and Obama are both socialists, and not people I'd vote for unless you paid me enormous sums of money... I think Hillary is a far more polarizing figure than Obama. If she's elected to anything, she'll do her best to push her personal agendas, do what she wants and devil take the consequences. For example, Florida and Michigan primaries and the talk of a 'do over.' And who will pay for it? They're talking about making the states pay for the do overs because their votes aren't going to be counted, but it's [mostly] because Hillary is a power hungry berserker. If she played World of Warcraft, she'd be the jerk that goes n00b hunting. But I think Obama is a totally inexperienced blank slate that people have been writing all their hopes and dreams on. He's voted 'present' during his time in the Senate at least 130 times. That's essentially not taking a stance on anything, perhaps to leave no record for people to point at when asking about his history on anything. I dislike someone who can't just vote yes or no on important issues. And he also talks about he's always been against the war, but he wasn't even IN the Senate when it came to a vote. We have no idea if he would've really voted against it, because you never know what someone will do when they're in that kind of position. Explain to me please just HOW he'll provide cheaper higher education. I have yet to hear a real plan come from him. So far it's just rhetorical feel good speak. "It's time to mean what we say and say what we mean." And his wife has told us that Obama is going to 'heal our souls.' I don't know about you, but I really don't want a president who thinks he can heal anyone's soul. I especially resent the whole Messianic thing he's got going on. People who cheer when he blows his nose, people who swoon when he comes near them. In the media, he's already been elected, and that's terribly irritating. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Sandy'] But she did love him, didn't she? Maybe Macey was speaking in metaphors rather than actually being bedazzled at the sight of Vincent. Really, I just wrote that part to get some lyrical style into the dialogue, to give the moment a bit of magic. So we don't have to read too much to it, right? [/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Sure she loved him but love ≠ blinded. But seriously, it's all okay. I'm okay now. ...everything's just fine and dandy just like candy... *twitch twitch*[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well she'd be slightly more upset that Gadget simply ran off without so much as a 'by your leave' if anything else. And she doesn't really think she was blinded by Vincent, so much as she was shoved at him by political fiat. But other than that, good. No glaring errors that I can see. Of course I'm also freshly woken up, so I might be slightly wonky right now.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]For everyone's reference, I would like to point out that Macey is now somewhat apprehensive, if not terrified, of caves and tunnels. Remember please that the last time she was in a tunnel she was running for her life with Gadget in tow. And she'd nearly been exploded and lost her father all around the same time. So she wouldn't exactly be ecstatic about going into caves. Actually she'd be quite legitimately frightened and clinging to whoever was with her in grabbing distance.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Aaryanna'][COLOR="goldenrod"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"] [B]EDIT:[/B] She didn't ignore Macey, she's just more focused on getting into the tunnels since at that point, she thinks the adults aren't going to help her. So other than my mention of her asking about Catherine, she was already thinking of sneaking away. [/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Sooooo, you're fast forwarding to the part where she's already greeted Macey and hugged Lucy and then had to go back to the house?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]So....Aaryanna...I had Victoria Ann greet Lucy and Macey in my post. Yes? No? I feel so ignored...[/FONT][/COLOR]

[i][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"] Eriju stroked Iki?s brow, even as he slept in his bed. She wore black, always nowadays, with heels, a hood, gloves, like the black widow she was going to be very soon. He hadn?t seen her in months, but she?d known where he was, every time he?d taken home a girl that wasn?t her, she?d known, and followed. The one that was with him right now was already dead, throat slit wide open, on her way to the bathroom. This one would die soon enough, but making it quick would just end the fun all too soon. Instead she slipped the hypodermic needle into his vein and watched him slip into a deeper sleep than before. And when he woke up, he was sitting in her play room, cuffed to the chair she?d had built. He struggled briefly, until he realized who had him. Her dark brown eyes glared right into his, and if he?d only seen anger, he wouldn?t have been so afraid. But it was. In the corner smirked the eyes of She Who Consumes, wearing a human skin if only to watch. He opened his mouth to say something, when she leaned forward and put a single bare finger against his lips.[/i] ?Shhh, honey, be quiet. I have to kill you now.? ?But ...but-? [i]She Who Consumes chuckled. A dry thin sound that hung empty across the stone and concrete of Eriju?s torture chamber. The rack on the wall was flecked with old dried blood, even though the floor had been hosed completely clean. He squirmed, but the leather cuffs were stronger than he?d ever be, and she?d buckled them securely, more securely than he?d expected of her. She whimpered with pleasure, and he his eyes finally drifted down from the expression on her face to what she was wearing. A colorful ripped shirt, tights, nothing else. Her hair had been piled up on her head messily, kept in place with innumerable pins. And she leaned down over him and forced his head back slightly, the tip of a stiletto tickling his flesh. One scratch, another, and one more, in vertical stripes down his neck. They welled up bright red blood, but not much. She was staying her hand, and he was flinching away from the touch of the cold steel as much as possible. Her charmed laughter rang and jangled in his ears, far more painful than even the chuckle of their watcher.[/i] ?You shouldn?t have left me all alone like that. It made me so sad.? [i]As she spoke she walked across the floor to the table he could only see a small corner of. And she picked up a riding crop, whirling around on him to lash him across his naked chest. His fingers, his knees, his feet, and knees. The flinching and harsh moans he had to choke on excited her to no end, Eriju growing slightly more excited the more she saw his pain. It was about the time she had bent back one of his fingers and snapped it, when he realized that the drug she?d used to aid in her kidnapping of him had weakened him to the point where even if he hadn?t been cuffed, the most he could do was crawl away slowly while she hurt him even more. Even as he thought it she uncuffed him and bodily slammed him into the wall, his wrists shackled up above him to the cold bare walls.[/i] ?Hmmm, not enough?? ?What are you going to- Oh god!? [i]His anguished cries echoed across the room as she slammed a pair of daggers into his palms. One each. Blood gushing upwards, slithering down his wrists and arms. The nerves shrieked and howled in agony, twitching desperately underneath the cold steel. Eriju giggled maniacally and licked the torn flesh on his neck, rubbing up against him, feeling him respond even though he didn?t want to. Too late. She fondled him almost absentmindedly, then turned back and slapped him across the face, anger in her eyes mingling with the lust. Barbed wire twined around his ankles, and he didn?t struggle enough for her. Frustrated, furious, Eriju lost her patience, and slammed the stiletto she?d used earlier into his chest, followed by another. He yelped, choking on his own blood, this time struggling, the wire ripping into his ankles, tearing flesh.[/i] ?You?re better off this way.? [i]Iki twitched a few times underneath her hands, as she pushed his face back and forth under her palms, just until he went limp. Much better. She felt so much better.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]And so there Macey is, playing groom while the universe she knew and love is coming apart. Well I suppose not loved...that might be slightly misleading. Victoria Ann will most likely forget about her ambitions for like two seconds, in lieu of giving Lucy loving. And Macey will have a slight bone to pick with Fonty. Cough. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[RIGHT][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/maceyellen-chronicle.jpg[/IMG][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/almagest/victoriaann-chronicle.jpg[/IMG][/RIGHT] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Having a slight aversion to what she deemed 'wild animals', Mell was indoors, gossiping like a fiend while her mistress was down in the stables. Gustave was on the wire with members of his company, most likely putting out some small fire, leaving Macey to her own devices, like she enjoyed. And instead of sitting in one of Gustave's several pleasant, light, and airy rooms, she was down in the stables curry combs laid out, the stablehands grateful for the break she was giving them. Lazarus was out of his stall, tethered in a spacious front area, content to put his nose in sweet smelling clover while Macey gently groomed his muscular flanks with a variety of specially made combs. Carefully working out specks of dust with smaller brushes, Lazarus's feathers soon began to take on a brilliant yellow sheen, glittering in the light. He burbled lightly with pleasure, nuzzling Macey's left leg while she began to apply a light brush of oil to the lot.[/i] "Oh you little flirt. Shameless as your master." [i]The Chimaera twittered again and contented himself with decimating another pile of clover, hungry after his long run, but happy after his rub down. Soon enough Macey was finished and led him back to his stable, which he did with a very meek stance, totally mellowed out. Lucy, sensing her turn was about to begin, put her head over her stall door and chirruped to Macey expectantly. With a laugh, she unhooked the halter from the door and led her to the grooming area. Picking up her first combs, Lucy obligingly lowered her head, and stamped her feet with happiness.[/i] "Nice to see you looking forward to all of this attention. Doesn't Gustave love you enough?" [i]Of course he did, but they probably hadn't been getting nearly as much love with all the preparations and insanity that had been going on. Macey leaned across Lucy's back, picking through her feathers meticulously, the glitter of silver and gold strands shot through her pelt.[/i] "It's not that I don't really like Gustave, but I'm just not sure if jumping into another relationship is a good idea. I mean he'll give me my space for certain, do you think it's a good idea?" [i]Lucy cocked her head at Macey's voice for a least a moment, then shook her shoulders and fluffed her feathers out for a moment. As if to say: "Of course you should silly girl." Macey chuckled and began to clip her talons and file them down when suddenly all the Chimaeras and horses put their noses outside of their stalls and whinnied or chirruped.[/i] "Now what's all this?" "It's some of your family visiting Miss. Looks like your brother and niece" "Best go greet them then. I'll bet Gustave is still busy with his business calls. [i]She laid down her combs, still mindful of the fact that she had a heavy apron over her coronation dress and stepped down the ramp and saw that Victoria Ann had already leapt down from the carriage and was running directly for Macey, her arms outstretched, her high pitched voice carrying well across the flat grounds.[/i] "Maceeeeeeeey! Is Lucy there?! Can I see her?! Please?!" "Of course dear, she's right out here." [i]Victoria Ann let Macey pick her up and swing her around before taking her hand and leading the over excited girl to the stables. Lucy picked up her feet lightly, then burbled as Victoria ran over to give her a big hug around her neck[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Shy'][size=1]As for Victoria/Eva/Fonty/Gadget, they'll probably be making a stop at Gustave's. They can meet up with Macey Ellen while they are there. I'll have some more detailed description of what I had in mind when we get to that point. -Shy[/size][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]When you find her, for all interested, she'll be grooming Gustave's Chimaeras, most likely while he's away on a phone call for his business.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Very subjective questions here... Well let's see. When people take charge of other people's characters, in most rpgs I'm in it's usually just a check to make sure that the words they're speaking make sense. And that they're not doing anything massively out of character. But for that I'm usually just cross checking with their sign ups. I like a free flowing environment with many different plot lines, but highly structured ones have their place as well. But since I'm a hideous jaded misanthrope, I dislike having to talk for very long with others in collaborative fun. Mostly because it's usually either a royal disaster or way too much fun. And fun. Is bad.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well if a girl wants to wait, I can respect that. Since I'm categorically incapable. Who cares if it's 'the in thing' in society right now? And if you're going into a relationship expecting sex? That's not exactly polite now is it. But I look for physical attractiveness, the capacity to keep up with me in a discussion, which is usually pretty difficult, not to sound stuck up, but it's true. When Allamorph calls you 'fast', then it's a good sign. No, not THAT kind of fast. Grow up. I like someone with similar political attachments as me, the same ideas about society, and a willingness to talk about social issues without automatically judging. That's always sweet. Also like tattoos, piercings, willingness to experiment, capable of switching from submissive to dominant... And depending on the laid back...ness of the relationship, I like a certain amount of fun with other humans at the same time.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I always liked the phrase, 'undone by her own engines of destruction.' So in short, she accidentally poisons herself, or falls down a trap door. Or a rival for the affections of someone stabs her in a fit of pique. ....Or she gets deported. Or trampled by a runaway Chimaera.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Andras watched her sleep, tapping his foot against the floor in what would've been impatience in anyone else, but merely a commonplace occurrence in him. The jacket removed, covered in a light towel, he watched the stress fractures on her body seal over. Literally, within seconds, almost every visible wound healed onto itself completely, with only her head wound remaining. And even that didn't look as bad as it had before. Even as he though it, a trickle of blood slipped from her temples down her cheek. Andras picked up the gauze Adrienne had left for the girl and gently dabbed at the wound. The girl didn't stir, her one eye still peacefully shut, no flickering of the eye behind it. He stood and walked back down the hall to toss the gauze, when he felt movement behind him. The sound of strained breathing, the panting he'd heard before, and a hands reaching for him. He turned around in a split second, his arms almost raised up defensively, when Eiyaga stumbled forward onto him and virtually tripped into his arms.[/i] "Oy, what's your game love?" "Can't...stop it." [i]He could hear her harsh breathing, ragged and messy, and her hazel eye was wide open, staring at him, pupil dilated well beyond normal. She shoved herself up against him in one movement, a moan tearing itself from her throat. Andras sighed almost with resignation, while she clumsily dragged at his clothes, her towel abandoned on the couch. Eiyaga whimpered, her body writhing completely out of control, her lips inches from his. His breath on hers drove the Zodiac insane, desperate, as if he'd been whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Instead of calming her, his hands on her hips made her movements all the more harried. With a shove, Andras had her up against the wall, her legs around his hips. Instinctive, all passion and fury, she dug her nails into his back so hard he knew he was bleeding.[/i] "Little bitch. Stop that." [i]Eiyaga's eye flickered once, even as she gasped for air while he shoved her against the wall, fulfilling her need, assuaging her curse. She withdrew her fingers quickly, every movement slowly drawing her sanity back. Hands flat against the wounds she'd inflicted, they healed for her, even as the blood smeared from the identical wounds on her back. Blood on her back, from wounds that had already gone away, and Andras let her sink down on top of him, riding herself into the oblivion that would be her temporary fix. And she screamed and tossed her head back, and scraped his chest with her fingers, while he gripped her hips, lifting her up with every thrust, and slamming her back down. Within moments, she'd come back, jerked her head around, and collapsed forward onto his chest, the wound in her head now just a scar. And she could breathe again, sounding normal even. Slowly, she pushed herself up off of him, skin glistening under a sheen of sweat, her hair tossed around her face. Gently, she pulled herself up off of him, and rose on almost steady feet. Andras blinked a few times, as she turned and picked up the towel that she'd abandoned earlier, and with totally sane steps walked towards the bathroom, turned on the water, and slipped into the shower without another word.[/i] "Eh, aren't you going to tell me your name? Given that you were just screwing my brains out and all that." "It's Eiyaga. And thanks." [i]Her voice was muffled from the water pouring over her lips, but she didn't mind so much. Andras stood, rubbing himself over with a towel, while Eiyaga scrubbed away the dried blood on her cheeks, and on her back. He blinked a few times when she held out her hand from behind the shower curtain.[/i] "Yeah?" "Towel please." [i]With a slightly bemused expression on his face, Andras handed the towel through and she rubbed herself dry without letting him catch a glimpse more of her flesh. Wrapped around her breasts, covering up every part of her that could be remotely considered indecent, she sat down across from him, as he leaned against the counter and watched him with her one good eye.[/i] "So now you've gone all coy on me eh?" "It's my curse. After I heal back myself or someone else from a death, I have to do it. Can't go back to normal until it's done." "...Best. Curse. Ever."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Allamorph'][FONT=Arial]Although, [COLOR="DarkRed"]Rev[/COLOR], I would [I]love[/I] to see her try. ([SIZE="1"]Not that it'd do her any good....[/SIZE])[/FONT][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Wait...why would I even try to break free anyway? I mean I now get completely pillage Andras's enormous manhood. See? No mixing of character here.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]There, coronation begun. And I was totally going to throw in some dialogue for the new Dynast king like: "Change! Hope!" But that felt a little too much like plagiarism if you get my drift. But now the real fun can begin. Maybe it'll keep Macey from falling into a rhetorical coma.[/FONT][/COLOR]