G+3 February 26, 2013 February 26, 2013 ''I heartily disagree!'' Cordially proclaimed the man, quickly trudging up the stairs to the door of the generator and shaking the boys hand. ''It's a pleasure to meet you, Master Cruse. My name is G; of-no-second-name. I apologise for my partner. She's a little on edge from our recent battle. But I'm sure she'll warm up to you, it is her nature, anyhow.'' He then leaned into his ear and whispered, ''And I wouldn't call her miniature, she'd probably take great offence to that. And then I'd have to deal with her.'' And G let out another laugh. Pruria clasped both hooves together and hoovered slowly up the stairs, head down, with her eyes looking innocently at the boy. ''Sowwie; like G said, I'm a little on-edge, flustered. I want to be friends, maybe?'' She said with a small smile, not yet outstretching her hoof in fear of rejection. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but good intent, if not a little bit of sadness. While the two went on, G looked again to Chloe. ''So no problems?'' He also looked past her and seen Vixen and a man who he'd not seen prior; that particular man looked quite the bit pissed off, had he worded it himself. ''And who's that?'' Pruria Joal (Pegasus) Working on: Imposition Hieldy (Moogle) Working on: Possession/imposition Samantha (Griffon) Working on: Deafness/form And please, call me G.
Jax February 26, 2013 February 26, 2013 Miah sighed, relieved. The work of making a makeshift support for her new endowments had a good chunk of time. The Moon had made its way through most of the sky and would soon dip below the horizon to make way for her brother the Sun. The actual manufacture of the bra had not been so hard, but the fitting was the problem. Several times Miah went through the trial an error process of finding the underwear either too small of too large. Even now, the clothing was tight and uncomfortable. She would have to make due for now, but eventually she would have to buy something of a higher caliber. How annoying. With a vexed huff, the woman wrapped the cloth around her chest and fixed it in the back. Next, she took her shirt in hand and began to carefully slide it on. It had been let out and Miah had only repaired the fringes of the rips, leaving a long V-neck that not only allowed her to breath, but also displayed an impressive cleavage. It, like the bra, was still a little tight, but it would have to do for now. Miah gave her self a once over and sheepishly grinned. She had to admit she looked good. She promptly stood up and took stock of how her balance felt. She had to place her center of gravity a little further back to account for the new weight up front, but she could at least stand up straight. She jumped up and down a little and her chest moved along with her, albeit with a bounce. She knew that would be the biggest problem. When she was really moving she would now have to into account the movements of her bust. It was not an insurmountable obstacle, but she suspected it would hamper her for a good deal of time. She would either grow used to them, or tie them down. The former seemed the much more comfortable option. The ranger leaned back against the tree and crossed her legs and arms. To her surprise, she found that she could no longer cross her arms comfortably across her chest. Her bust was simply too large. Yet another thing she was going to have to get used to. Miah wondered what else she was going to have to change because of her new developments. For one thing, she suspected it would now be much more comfortable to sleep on her stomach instead of her back. Miah sighed and blew her bangs away from her eyes. Now that her hair had returned to normal she would be able to infiltrate the town without raising suspicion. She could hide her conspicuous figure well enough with her cloak. Having already sent a message and done a fair bit of work in the woods, she now needed information, and the best way to get it was to stay within the town's walls. As she stared down the town and its harsh, unnatural lights, she committed herself to the decision. She quickly gathered up her things and prepared to set out. She thought it would be best to stay in some inn or anywhere near a pub. Those were the places men's lips became the loosest. She swung her satchel across her torso and placed her bow on her back. She then jumped from her perch. [Agility is (D8) with perks: 2] She fell for just a moment and then hit the ground. Her knees went limp and she rolled on impact to absorb the shock. As she came to feet, she was aware of her chest, but it did not hamper her movement. She grinned. Perhaps her fears about her movement were unwarranted. However, as she ran towards the town, leaping over stumps and kicking up patches of dry grass, the ever present and annoying bounce from her chest proved her wrong. Soon she reached the walls. She pressed her back against the barricade a contemplated her next course of action. She could, of course, climb the wall with ease, but after the attack the guards would be everywhere. Chances were that she would be seen. Then there was the obvious option: the front gate. Still, that was risky too. The guards would have little to no reason to deny her entry, but would they remember her? It would do her no good to enter the town if she couldn't do so anonymously. Both options had a high bit of risk and Miah wasn't sure which she should take. Perturbed, she slid down the wall and furrowed her brow, attempting to puzzle the situation out. After a fight like they had just been through, all the guards would be tense and on alert, though a bit worn out. The number of men on the wall above was probably a large sum. At the gate, there would hopefully only be about four, six at the most. If it came to a fight, the worst case scenario, she would rather brave the gate. However, at the front gate, she would be put under a magnifying glass. The guards would have all the time they wished to examine her. With the walls, she at least had a chance of entering unmarked, however slight that may be. Miah let out a quite growl of frustration. How was she going to to this? It seemed either option would lead to capture, whether it be sooner or later. A cool wind blew through the night and Miah drew her legs close to her body. Her appendages did not get far before they ran into two large obstructions hidden beneath the rangers cloak. An epiphany. Miah, you dolt! It was so stupidly obvious, it was a wonder how she had not thought of it before! The guards wouldn't remember her face if they were ogling something else. Still, she shrank back from the thought. It made her feel dirty, whorish. The sensitive side of her screamed a vehement "No!" To use her body as some sort of tool was repulsive. "What of it?" then spoke her rational side. After all, wasn't that all the body ever was? A tool to be sharpened, honed, and used? How was this any different. These thoughts of womanly modesty and whorish sensibilities were nonsense, and Miah knew it. To the front gate then. Miah stood up, brushed herself off, and began towards the front gate. She had never been very good at the art of persuasion. Others told her that she often came off as curt, sarcastic, and flat. Not good traits for winning someone over. As she made her way to the gate, she try her best to think in terms of what would appeal most to the guardsmen. Soft spoken, vulnerable, perhaps even a bit sensual. Even the thought of portraying someone like that made Miah cringe. "Someone kill me now..." she grumbled. Before she got to the gate, only about a hundred meters away, she noticed a small well. There was nothing more than a few stones to mark its location and a bucket on rope with which to draw water. Another idea sprang up in the huntresses mind. She was hesitant to do it, but she needed all the help she could get. Sighing, Miah trudged over the well, rolled up her sleeves, and tossed the bucket down into the hole, which produced soft plop. After a moment, allowing the bucket to fill, Miah began to draw the bucket back up. After about a minute of hand over hand tugging, the woman was staring at her reflection in the water. It looked cold. With a curse and without a second thought, Miah poured the icy water over herself. She gasped. A string of curses flew from her lips and she struggled to keep her swearing quiet. She now stood there drenched and shivering, and her breasts sufficiently wet, with small droplets running over them. The shivering caused them to quiver a bit and her shirt was now slightly see through. "Well... Fuck." she growled out loud "If those idiots don't look at this, then they must be lacking between their legs." Still grumbling and shivering, she drew her hood over her head, doing her best to hide her face, and began again towards the gate. As she walked, she attempted to calm herself. It would do her no good to be snapping at the men like a rattlesnake. When she reached the gate she found three guards, one up top the wall, the other two watching the door. One was asleep, and the other looked not too far behind. Miah took a quick glace down and was satisfied to she that the light the guards had was shining off her wet flesh quite nicely. With that, she took a quick breath and went forward. [Charisma is 14. -4 with Well Endowed perk. Charisma is now 10. Goal is D8. Higher is successful for entry, but the face is noticed: 7] [Entry gained, face not seen.] The woman walked forward, bent slightly forward as to hide her face and expose her cleavage. Raising her voice a bit to give a more meek, girlish tone she spoke, "Um... Excuse me fair sirs, but may I pass into your town. I seek only lodgings and rest..." It took a moment for the awake guard to notice her, but when he noticed her, Miah was certain he wasn't looking at her face. His eyes went a little wide and he quickly nudged the man next to him, rousing the guard from his slumber. " Where are you um, uh..." the first man tried to speak, but seemed to lose his train of thought in Miah's shirt. " After a moment, he shook his head and recovered. "Um, where exactly are you coming from, uh, miss?" By now the other guard had stirred and was just as transfixed as his fellow. The one up top was no doubt enjoying his fabulous bird's eye view. Miah faked a cough, causing her chest to bounce quite a bit, and replied, "I'm just a nomad, sir. I've recently come ill and require a place to stay. May I not enter your town?" The other guard, now fully awake, answered right away, as if his quick reply would earn him some sort of reward. "Why of course, miss! Wouldn't do any of us no good to have a lovely girl like yourself out here in the cold." Then he turned to the man up top and shouted, "Open 'er up, William!" With that, the gates began to slowly creep open. Miah did her best to hide her grin beneath her cowl. They were actually letting her waltz right in. "Thank you good sirs!" She bowed low, giving then a bit of a show to remember her by. "I'll be on my way." As she passed the guards, they all ushered her off with a chorus of farewells and well wishes. Miah was certain that there would be a few tales told in the barracks tonight, but they wouldn't be about how pretty her face was. Once she was inside the town Miah drew her cloak again and welcomed the warmth. She rolled her eyes and giggled at the stupidity of the average man. What pigs!, she thought. Later that night she would purchase a room in the local tavern and allow herself to sleep. While she was not accustomed to beds, she admitted that it was quite comfortable. Tomorrow she would begin her work.
cruse February 27, 2013 February 27, 2013 I gotta say, your post get's more hilarious by the minute Jax. |Aigis|Vixen|Chloe|Cruse| Should I forgive myself after all this? Aigis thought to himself. He was responsible for many death tonight. A sense of guilt is still all over his mind, it has not decreased in a slightest but it does not overwhelm him anymore. Aigis touched his forehead, where the bullet from his own revolver that he fired himself grazed him. The blood was burned by the heat of the bullet and formed a long black scab. Suicide... It seemed like such a great idea... The man realized how idiotic his sudden thought was. Suicide? Why would he kill himself? Aigis starts to feel pain from the wound on his forehead, but this is not physical pain. His mind starts to feel anger, and the pain only adds fuel to the fire. The man responsible for all this will pay! The sense of guilt in his mind never decreased. But another thought started to build up and overshadowed his guilt. He wanted revenge. ''And who's that?'' The man in white's question pulled him out of his train of vengeful thought. "He's the drunk engineer I was talking about." "Excuse me?", Aigis quickly snapped at Vixen. The man walked up to him and started to introduce himself, his eye seems to be fixed at the wound on Aigis's forehead. Chloe - That cheerful girl with ponytail. Aigis - The male cyborg that looks like raiden in MGR. Vixen - Half dragon female who looks like Mary in DMC3 when in human form.
G+3 February 27, 2013 February 27, 2013 Despite his curiosity, G resisted the temptation to ask where the very interesting wound (strangely unknown to the medic,) had come from. Knowing full that it's disrespectful to ask, he showed no signs of his curiosity other than his trailing eyes. ''It's a pleasure to meet you, Aigis. My name is G, I'm a medic, I can have that nasty gash–'' More like a hole, ''Bandaged quite nicely if you want me to.'' He offered, trying to mix a friendly and professional tone. Before dropping it to a personal mumble, ''Though I'll have to run is under some cold water to reduce the irritation on those burns...'' Eyeing the respectable wound from a distance. And then pulling himself from his work, ''And Vixen! I'm sorry, I'm forgetting my manners left-right-and-centre. No one's answering my damn question: no problems I'm guessing!'' He repeated, keeping his tones but dashed with a pinch on impetus. Pruria Joal (Pegasus) Working on: Imposition Hieldy (Moogle) Working on: Possession/imposition Samantha (Griffon) Working on: Deafness/form And please, call me G.
Jax February 27, 2013 February 27, 2013 ((Well, Miah and I have nothing to do until "morning", so I suppose we'll just sit and watch. Also, thanks for the compliments on the humor. I was somewhat worried I would be crossing the line and offending some sensibilities, but apparently not! "Yeah. It's good to know I'm not tossing ice cold water on myself for nothing! Anything for a few cheap laughs!" She didn't like the water bit all that much. "That I did not."))
Wrath February 27, 2013 Author February 27, 2013 ((Also, thanks for the compliments on the humor. I was somewhat worried I would be crossing the line and offending some sensibilities, but apparently not! )) JAX plz, there are no moral lines or sensibilities on the internet.
Jax February 27, 2013 February 27, 2013 JAX plz, there are no moral lines or sensibilities on the internet. ((True... Just don't tell all the religious, evangelist, goody-goodys on Facebook. They'll just wail nonsense at you and try to subtly tout over you the belief that you are going to an eternal BBQ, and they are not. Which, in the end, doesn't sound too bad when you think about it. I like a good BBQ! Who doesn't? Besides, I'd much rather be warm than freezing my ass off in the upper atmosphere with the clouds. Unless Hell is actually quite cold, which Virgil and Norse myth, where we actually get the word "Hell" from in the first place, indicates it is. Then it would suck a fair bit. But Hell, what do those Facebook twats know?! They don't even accept the fact that they can trace themselves back to Zionism. Something about, "Dirty pagans" and "Their wretched, blasphemous beliefs". 'The more the merrier,' I say. Maybe then I can win one or two over to my side, you get a few on yours and BAM! Troy all over again. I call dibs on Brad Pitt! "You're having fun, aren't you?" Very much so. "It looks sort of stupid." I'm a very bored man. "Ah... I see... Carry on then... I'll be in the bedroom..." ... Reading. She's reading, you perverts. Now, where was I? Ah, yes! Back 'n my day, ya young whippersnappers... "Everyday he gives me more evidence towards why we're both nuts." ))
G+3 February 28, 2013 February 28, 2013 (( [...so what are you reading? Graphic novel? I like pictures... Any particular kind of pictures? *COUGH* Mature *COUGH* Sorry, I've a very bad case of 'kinky detection'. Symptoms include coughing, glared eyes and, uhh, arousal.] God I hate you... And we're getting tad irreligious, aren't we Jax? I personally couldn't care either way but, don't you think you're pushing at it a little too much, [Aww let the man have his fun. You're just butt hurt.] No... [Lol, yeah~ :3] Yeah... Pruria Joal (Pegasus) Working on: Imposition Hieldy (Moogle) Working on: Possession/imposition Samantha (Griffon) Working on: Deafness/form And please, call me G.
cruse February 28, 2013 February 28, 2013 reading huh? I have quite a few books to recommend if you want! ...apart from mature content that is. |Aigis|Cruse|Vixen|Chloe| "I can't just erase my mistake, no thank you." Aigis rejected the offer to heal up the wound on his forehead. With a determined scowl on his face, he walked past the medic and out of the door. "He's quite pissed right now as you can see. Let's go, we'll continue this discussion at my place." Vixen told G with a nod to confirm that Aigis was already pissed, and it has nothing to do with him offering to patch his head up. The alchemist then followed Aigis through the door leading to the front of the water mill generator. The sky is clear. It's a full moon tonight. Cruse is waiting calmly under it's light. "Let's get going Cruse." "Shall we walk?" "No, I'm too tired." "Gotcha. Everyone, take my hand." Cruse held out both of his hand. Vixen immediately took his hand and told Aigis to do the same. However, Chloe hugged Cruse from behind instead. "C'mon Joal, G, take his hand! Just make sure you stay in contact with him!" Chloe said while still hugging her brother. Cruse looked at both of them and raised an eyebrow. After they took his hand, the boy closed his eye, and the company disappeared in a flash of light. You'll all end up at Vixen's house in the living room. Go ahead and shoot your question. Chloe - That cheerful girl with ponytail. Aigis - The male cyborg that looks like raiden in MGR. Vixen - Half dragon female who looks like Mary in DMC3 when in human form.
Jax February 28, 2013 February 28, 2013 (( [...so what are you reading? Graphic novel? I like pictures... Any particular kind of pictures? *COUGH* Mature *COUGH* Sorry, I've a very bad case of 'kinky detection'. Symptoms include coughing, glared eyes and, uhh, arousal.] God I hate you... And we're getting tad irreligious, aren't we Jax? I personally couldn't care either way but, don't you think you're pushing at it a little too much, [Aww let the man have his fun. You're just butt hurt.] No... [Lol, yeah~ :3] Yeah... (( "I think at the time I was reading Watership Down by Richard Adams. It's quite a good book and I'm upset that my host never finished it, because now I can't. He and I know how the plot goes, but it's not the same. As for mature content, it's quite violent and, well, it is a book about rabbits. Not exactly kinky, but meh." I'll finish it one of these days. Why don't you try Tolkien's stuff. Watership is just like his work, but with cute bunny rabbits trying to kill each other instead of mythical creatures. "I'd like a book I can actually finish with some ease. I'll save Tolkien for that drive to the house on summer vacation." Good choice. Anyway, about the religion thing, I have nothing against regular religious. It's the evangelists of any faith that get on my nerves. Forcing your beliefs on others is not the way to go. I'm a Buddhist myself, so, while it's more of an applied philosophy than a religion, I have a degree of respect for all religion. They're all just many roads with the same destination. "How very deep, oh Enlightened One." You share nearly the same beliefs I do. "Yes, but I'll never shy away from a chance to poke fun at you. Anyway, Joal if you're looking for the good stuff, I suges-" Don't Miah. "What?" I know where you're going with this. Just don't "Oh fine." Thank you. "Hentai." -_- "<3" How did you become such a pervert? "Gee, what was you're first clue, Sherlock? *Looks down at her chest, as if completely at a loss.*" My emotional ambiguity towards you is an astounding mix of love and incredulity. "As long as loooove is somewhere in the mix...." *Rolls his eyes.*))
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