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 Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 10:00 pm
 Maximilian Wingates
¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯Draconian - Paladin
The Lecherous Shining Knight¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯Closing the book in his hand, he had come to learn all that he needed for the time being. Switching it to the one containing the abilities of his bloodline, the paladin wondered if it would not be reckless to learn the abilities of a draconian without the supervision of someone of the same bloodline. But if he was instructed to do so that meant it probably safe. The very first technique involved the usage of the wings. Wing that he did not like to show, just like the scales on his body. Removing his suit jacket and also his shirt, Maximilian's bare chest was revealed and also the wings that he kept restrained by his clothes. He placed the clothes he removed hanging on the branch of a tree nearby. Keeping the book with the guidelines of his abilities in hand, he felt it was kinda ridiculous that he had to learn how to do that first technique. His wings had never been actually used. He was still too unskilled to learn how to fly, but at least he should be able to gain some height. Stretching his wings, he prepared himself. Maximilian then jumped and flapped his wings, allowing the propulsion of the wings to take him up to a height of eight feet.
[Gaining Air Learned]
The next technique was of a higher rank already. Gaining Air was the easiest and also only technique described in that book that belonged to E Rank. As he read the description of the next technique, he could already see that it was indeed more useful. The technique had a simple name, Claws, and it allowed the user to transform his arms and legs into a semi-dragon form. As result, he obtains greater strength and destructive power. 'It won't hurt to give it a try.' he thought and tried to transform his right hand, holding the book with the left one. "Hm... not bad." he commented. Moving his arm was already enough to notice the difference. He could feel that his transformed arm was stronger. He probably could crush rocks with ease.
[Claws Learned]
With his arm returning to normal, Max proceeded to the next technique. Once again it required the usage of his wings. It was a good thing that he did not put his shirt and suit jacket back on. While reading its description, he simultaneously moved his wings. Flapping them, wind started to be produced. At first it was not strong enough but as he continued to practice the movements of his wings it was as if they were steadily getting stronger. Maybe not enough to blow someone away if they tried to resist, but someone who was caught off guard or maybe even small objects would easily be blown away by the gust produced.
[Gust Learned]
The fourth and final technique that Maximilian would learn for the time being that was related to his bloodline seemed to be rather interesting. It was meant to make a better usage of the resistant scales of the draconians. One simply had to infuse energy into those scales and make it raise in an angle to act like the rough skin of a shark, but much more dangerous. Of course, the infusion of energy is not to simply move the scales, they also become twice as hard as they usually are. The final result is that the opponent's flesh can easily be shred as if rubbed against multiple razors. 'A defense that also becomes an attack, I didn't know I was able to do it.' he said as he followed the instructions and performed the technique. There was no doubt that he was successful.
[Sand Paper Scales Learned]
As he was done learning and testing the initial techniques of his bloodline. Maximilian put his shirt and suit jacket back on. He quickly shifted to the third and final book of his initial training. Opening the book with Elemental Techniques, he shifted the pages until he found the chapter with the fire techniques. Eyeing the very first technique, he saw how simple it was. Despite the name, Fire Ball, it was not requires to simply create and hurl a sphere of flames. The user would punch the air while making use of his energy to produce the element and give it form. As Maximilian did as the book instructed, he found out that the Fire Ball was more like a Fire Missile or Bullet. A common projectile that came off his fist as he punched the air.
[Fire Ball Learned]
Moving on to the second technique, Maximilian was not impressed at all. If the Fire Ball was simple, this one was even worse. The user would simply require to spend an amount of energy equal to the amount required by an opponent to send a fire based attack towards him. For this, theory would have to do the trick for the time being. He was not going to ask someone to send a fire attack at him right now, he did not want it. Even if someone did though, he did not think he would fail. Max had confidence in his ability to learn with ease.
[Flame Deflection Learned]
The next technique of the book seemed to be a bit more useful. Named Flame Dagger, it allowed the user form a jet-like stream from the tips of his fingers and even the first, like a blowtorch. Of course, it would probably not be as powerful as a real blowtorch. According to the book, it was not useful against physical objects, probably it was only useful to inflict small burns in close range. 'After reading the full description I think it is not as useful as it seemed to be.' he thought. However he still gave it a try, he had to learn all the techs he could after all. His first attempt was with a single finger, and he was successful. Right after that he started to emit the same jet-like stream from all five fingers of his free hand, until he clenched his fist and extinguished the flames. 'Enough of this.' he thought.
[Flame Dagger Learned]
The fourth technique described in the book was exactly what Maximilian had expected the Fire Ball technique to be. It was named Flame Launch, which implied that the user would be launching flames. From this name he would expect something like a flamethrower, but it turned out to be the fire ball. 'Well, it is better than nothing.' he thought. Guided by the concepts he had to the creation of flames with energy, Maximilian manifested a sphere of flames at the palm of his hand. It felt solid enough for him to hold, but did not burn him. However he did feel like it could burn his clothes if he was careless. And so he simply aimed at a wall nearby, throwing it to test the burning strength. The result was not to his liking though, it simply burned the spot it touched. It was just a fire ball anyway, not an explosive sphere or anything or the sort.
[Flame Launch Learned]
As Maximilian kept going, he found himself a technique that really seemed to be useful. It was not his judgement after reading the name only, but also after reading its description. The technique was one but it branched into two. Attacking either with his feet or fists, the user would be capable of releasing a jet of flames that shot out and reached a short distance of one foot according to the book. 'Only one foot? It is still useful though.' he thought that the range was short, but considering the level of the technique and its usefulness, the technique was still good. He gave it a try, seeing how it branched from the initial technique on the book he thought it was something rather easy to accomplish. Once again in his first attempt he was successful. Arcing a punch in front of him, the flames were shot out of his fist like a jet. Despite not being long ranged like the Fire Ball technique, it released stronger flames.
[Flame Punch/Kick Learned]
Thinking that the next technique would be useful, Maximilian hurried to shift the page, only to find out that the next technique required another that had not been described yet. He brought his hand to his face as he saw that this requirement was described in the next page. 'Why are they placed like this? It is out of order.' he thought. However, he still went ahead to learn it.The technique he needed to learn first was named Fire Stream. According to its description it was finally the Flamethrower technique he had been expecting after he learned Flame Launch. Concentrating his energy into his hand, Max moved his hand forward, punching the air and releasing a continuous stream of flames. It lasted longer than the Flame Punch and also had a longer range. Indeed it was a fine technique.
[Flame Stream Learned]
Now he could go back one page and learn the technique that required him to know how to emit the Flame Stream. This technique, however, did not require the user to simply emit the Flame Stream. The continuous stream had to be thin and malleable, to be used like an actual whip. According to the book, the length of the whip was of four meters. 'It was someone really sick who came up with this kind of technique... What would someone need a hot whip for? A normal whip did not satisfy them?' he could not help but wonder about such things. However, he did not mind learning it. He went through the trouble of learning Flame Stream after all. Producing another flame stream, he thinned it to be roughly of the same width of a whip, while keeping it four meters long. Just like how the book described, it worked very well like a whip. He found as he moved it and even hit the ground, making a cracking noise.
[Flame Whip Learned]
Closing the book as he was done learning the E and R ranked techniques of all three books, with only one exception that required him to have killed someone before, Maximilian picked the other two books from the ground and made his way back into the building where he met Twix. On the way there he walked past a certain red haired Succubus, someone he could not help but notice and it was no surprise that he knew her. The two of them were relatively new to Luimira, having only arrived there a few years ago. There was more to it though. Another thing they had in common was their lecherous behavior, even though both were servants of the Church in a sense. He was a Paladin and she was a Cleric. "How surprising, I never expected that you would come here. Are you trying to become even better?" he said to her, his tone sounding probably very familiar as if they were close, but it was just the way Maximilian behaved when he was not worrying about business. And what he meant was probably clear. He meant in the art of seduction. Something that in his eyes she did not really need to learn more of, she was just his type. That, however, could very well be because of her own natural charms contradicting his thoughts.¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 11:59 pm
  Njada would lick her lips as the heat in the room seems to make her lip dry out, a passing man would stop dead in his tracks as she did obviously smitten with her and with a polite wave she would release him them casually, it was rather pleasing to have such passive control over the flock like this. Feeding was really no problem in this city, sin was the calling card of Nocturne even the members of the church here was in the extremes, rare was the in-betweener to be found in a place like this, they were either sinful or pious to their limits however there were certain exceptions. Of course there was the fact that the extremes were the more recognizable, so maybe there were more moderates here than she knew. Though that wasn't important she had some texts here in front of her to read. Cleric Techniques, Review for the upcoming events of her life... honestly... she was here to soak in the bodies.
Looking at the text in front of her it detailed one of the Cleric abilities known as the Blessed Kiss. It was possible by focusing magical energy into their lips they were able to achieve a buffing of the user's abilities by some small percentage.
Shifting to another slip of paper Njada giggled slightly as she learned what the next ability was. It was just so simply she would giggle with feminine whimsy. The Holy Chop... you filled your hand with Holy energy... and chopped. She was giggling pretty hard.
The next was a bit more complicated as it required actually giving shape to the holy energy in the form of a ball of light upon that would detonate itself and reveal any hidden beings around the user. It was a quite the useful ability.
Njada's wings would twitch suddenly and she would shiver as they did... someone was talking about her. Her wings did that occasionally Though it put her in mind of the ability to fly Succubus has. My filling their wings with energy they would gain Flight.
And thinking of her wings would bring to mind one other thing she knew how to do... licking her lips again she imagined herself biting into the neck of some of her prey. Feeling their lust boil and seethe at her command and heat up with desire for her. The Succubi called it throats, the ability to force arousal and control by biting victims in the neck... it would cause confusion with another race... the vampires who fed in a similar manner.
As she thought about these powers and how to use them a familiar voice would appear to her and the white haired Paladin Maximilian Wingates. "Oh my... so forward Mr. Wingates... have you forgotten that a lady behaves at her utmost in public." Njada spoke daintily and with a hint of innocence in her voice. Max knew better but the countless who didn't... she wanted them ignorant. The Sheep were more at ease knowing there was one less wolf among them. "I figure that you yourself are readily tying to 'improve' yourself." She said the word with an innocent little giggle. They both knew the joke after all he was a degenerate who ******** whores in his spare time... he was no pious holy man, not by a long shot. Though she figured his last word belonged to his god when push came to shove... Kinda desirable.
The things were weren't allowed to have always were.
Words: 575
OoC: =3
Skills Learned: [Due to Red's Presence -6 (Or was it -8... whatever point being...) all Skills are reduces to needing only a single post]
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Blessed Kiss
Rank: D
Description: From gathering energy to your lips, the cleric can send the energy to the other person that will increase their speed and strength by 1. When you think about it, it's sort of like the "kiss of death" from succubus/incubus but instead of causing harm, the cleric just gives the person a little boost. The kiss can be send anywhere like to the hands, cheeks, lips, as long that the lips have contact with the skin/person by close up or the blowing kiss can also work. Cleric can't bless them self. The boost last for 7 post.
Holy Chop!
Rank: D
Description: Believe it or not, when a Cleric of low rank has nothing else to fight with, they can imbue their open palm with holy energy. By karate chopping creatures, they can do moderate damage.
Sight
Rank: D
Description: By focusing your energy around you you create a sphere of holy light which will explode suddenly and this will show you what is normally hidden. Hiding ninja's an assassins or anyone for that matter would be exposed and the mirror images can be distinguished from the real thing sadly it only lasts 3 posts.
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• Clouds D
Usually, a Succubus' wings can only glide and help reduce the impact from falling. With this ability, though, you coat your wings in energy and allow for full flight, for a time. This energy will remain on your wings for three posts, at which point you will have to re-apply it. You gain +2 speed while flying.
• Throats C
With a bite deep into their neck, the target will lose all ability to resist your seduction. They will immediately go under heat, lusting and desiring for you. This feeling is described as being extremely sensual, for both the Succubi and the bitten. However, consecutive bites can quickly drain the target's energy away and leave them completely immobilized.
Race: Succubus
Class: Cleric
Rank: E (Trainee)
Nation: Nocturne
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 2:46 am
 
█ █████ YOU'RE GOOD ▂ BUT I'M『 ALISTAIR 』
_______ I CAN NEVER S-S-STOP ► NOT BECAUSE I AM ⇩LIMITLESS
_______________BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED XXX BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED
_______________BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED XXX BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED
Seeing Red leave again, Alistair wasn't surprised. Something about her basically told him she wasn't coming back. Not that he cared. She had a good run, but she wasn't built for Nocturne. She had reached her peak long ago, and there was nothing he could do to help her get stronger past that point. The only favor she really did for him was ultimately leaving so that Alistair could find someone really suitable for the position. This time he wouldn't make the mistake and hire someone who didn't show enough promise from the beginning. He'd start with training the Lycan kid. He seemed like a worthy candidate... perhaps maybe one of the many Succubi in the city as his second captain?
When Lilith arrived, it seemed almost coincidental. He was just talking about taking one of the Succubi in the city and training them personally along with Brydent. When she implored about the attack that occurred recently, Alistair shook his head. "No... that doesn't happen often. It's never happened before, actually, and it won't happen again. Perhaps I've been giving the creatures in Nocturne some slack. I'll make sure that I never make that mistake again." The king sighed, there was much to rebuild and do... but there were a few things he thought needed to be addressed. Many of the trainees high tailed it out of the area. That was to be expected, but Lilith, Nox, Brydent, Radek, the new vampire girl all stayed to fight. Novices and Trainees. Weak people who normally had no chance at all against creatures like these stood anyways. It was admirable. Something that Alistair would not ignore. "I want to thank you for staying to fight those ghouls. You didn't have to. For that reason, I'm promoting you to Novice Rank without having to do a mission. I think you've earned it. Tell that other Succubus to come to me if you see her again soon."
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 5:56 am
 
Lilith placed a hand on her hip and rested her weight on one leg while listening to Alistair. All she could think about was what that egotistical journalist West had to say about Nocturne and its people. Perhaps it was true that this eternally shrouded nation was a tad darker than the rest of them. A lot of people would describe them as royal bitches and cutthroat whores, and that was mostly accurate. If you were an outsider. The ones who lived in the night were close. Their gods, their races, their culture; it was something that you were born into. Lilith had not come from this place, but adopted it in a heart beat. The way she acted, what she liked, even what she believed in had Nocturne written all over it. But Lilith was absolutely sure West had it wrong. Alistair was proving him wrong right now. He cared for his people, for the name of his nation. That brought a wry smile to Lilith's face. She could see why that zombie girl had wanted to tie herself to the king. "Well it looks like you've got a few people wanting to help out with that." Lilith chimed in, casting a look to the clean faced lycan known as Brydent. She had seen him fighting those ghouls, had noticed the way his shirt clung to his muscular body. Call it female intuition but something told her he swung for the other team. Lilith thought of the two guys who had covered her a**, and especially thought of Nox. An easy smile spread across her face at that particular mind drift. Lilith absentmindedly looked for her, wondering where her lovely vixen had gone to.
The talk of promotion snapped Lilith's mind back to the present. There was no surprise on her face, only a cool and obvious confidence in herself. This was the first step to ascension. "I suspect she'll be here soon." The succubus said before pausing, apparently something caught in her mouth. For a split second Lilith seemed to hesitant. That moment passed in a flash and she spoke again. "I won't let you down, Alistair. I may be just another nugget running around without a real clue as to how this world works, but in time I can assure you my power will be vast." Lilith said in but a whisper, almost erotically. The moment passed, and the playful minx was back in place. "So how about continuing to grace me with your kingly presence? What with my new found rank I suppose I should learn more. Stick around and help, I promise I won't try and put a ring on your finger." Lilith taunted while leaning in and putting a hand on Alistair's shoulder. It was not in an affectionate or even flirting way; Lilith just so happened to be a very physical being,
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:32 pm
█ █████ YOU'RE GOOD ▂ BUT I'M『 ALISTAIR 』
_______ I CAN NEVER S-S-STOP ► NOT BECAUSE I AM ⇩LIMITLESS
_______________BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED XXX BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED
_______________BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED XXX BUT BECAUSE I AM LIMITED
There seemed there was was much to be done. Too much to do on his own. It'd be a lie if he said what Lilith told him about having a few people around to help didn't put him at ease. The strength of the nation didn't just come from it's king, but from every single soldier in it. The succubus, Nox; the Lycan, Brydent; the Dreadnought, Zethus; the succubus, Lilith; the human, Jace and all of the other soldiers of Nocturne. They were the strength. Alistair merely raised them to their full potential. Brydent, who Lilith was now glancing at, seemed to be a rising star. It was too early for praise, but that one could go far. "As soon as Brydent stops standing idly around, I can thank him for his service to the city." He grunted. Rising star or not. Kid could really space out sometimes. You'd think the Succubi of the city slipped him some kind of euphoric drug, but it probably wasn't true. The Lycan would smell it before it even came within a 10 foot radius of himself.
The talk of more training didn't bother Alistair. It wasn't like he was going to leave any time soon. There might be straggler ghouls left behind, and he wasn't about to leave them with the students. "It's what I'm here for." But the talk of training brought up an interesting idea. The girl said that she had an affinity for the fire element, unlike Brydent. There weren't many people he would ever teach the Hell's Grasp style to, but maybe this girl fell into the criteria?... No, this girl was a necromancer; physically weak. Her body wasn't built for physical fighting. But her knowledge can easily pass down to her minions. It was an interesting feat, but it could perhaps happen. "I want to talk about making you stronger. You are a necromancer, right? As a necromancer, you have the ability to pull together pieces of undead in order to make a special kind of undead. A custom minion, if you will. I want you to go to the crypts and make one with an... affinity for the fire element. He'll be like a Flame Revenant. Come back to me after that."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 6:52 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXX xxBRYDENT de SEVONNE
Those ghouls, the dastardly creatures, were dead. It was quite old news he was afraid, but unfortunately Brydent had become preoccupied in a number of things since their passing; he'd had to go to the bathroom, then meet up with some girl from grade school, then waddle around the Fort like someone who did not belong. It was a lot of arbitrary movement, but he'd at least spent some time doing something other than sitting here, in this room that was covered with the smell of the dead. He could not stand it for much longer. Unfortunately, Alistair called upon him, said he'd "reward" him perhaps. He didn't expect much of anything, considering he'd already gotten Novice not too long ago, but he was going to get 'something'. "My service to the city is its own reward," he said. Honestly, it sounded quite sarcastic, because it was. Brydent wasn't here because he loved Luimira, but because he loved what benefits he could obtain from the military. His loyalty slowly strengthened, but honestly he could not forget the awful things done to him by Luimira in the past -- by the vampires, especially.
They were only aristocrats, though. The military was a different playing field -- they held the true power, and cared not for nobility or even wealth, really. That was the benefit of having it run by the monarch Himself -- he would not take bribery, or lobbying. Few others could resist the attraction of money, even as it corrupted away their soul. Brydent was one of the few. "If you'd give me some of your time," he spoke to Alistair, "I'd ask that you'd speak to me in full about my motives here. I've already vowed myself to your feet, willing to die for you. If anything, that means that you can at least trust me." He looked into the hybrid King's eyes, thoughtfully and intently; he was about to put his thoughts into form. "I am weakened if I break my commitment. I am weakened if I am held back by the bureaucracy of this nation. I would ask that you help me remain strong, by allowing me to answer only to you. There are few others I find so adept." An ambitious proposal, for a newbie. But Brydent never expected to be held in the same regard as the others. He came here, knowing he was far above average.
Hopefully, Alistair would see the same.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 9:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 10:35 pm
The sharp tapping of Lilith's heels would hail her return to the CAZ, victorious. She had left as nothing more than a lowly nugget, and returned a captain of the guard. He hair was currently loosely tied up above her head and swept mostly from her face, a few rebel strands refusing to remain bound. A confident and cocky look was set on her face. Just a few days ago she had been weak and held as much authority as the next schmuck, and now she had some power to work with. Unfortunately she was still relatively weak. Not wanting to let others know that Lilith intended to hammer out a load of techniques and become useful. She strode over to the conveniently located shelf of knowledge and retrieved two spell books; one for necromancy and the other for elemental skills. Lilith put down the heavily bounded book of death and flipped through the spellbook until she happened upon the flame spells. "Mmmmmm." Lilith said with mild pleasure as she licked a finger, thumbing through the pages until she found the starter spells. Every single one of them seemed fairly basic. A simple manipulation of energy and you could create flame and heat where there was none. It was the same concept as her dark magic, merely hotter. Raising a slender hand, Lilith reached out as if to caress the face of a lover. Her hand lit up with black swirls of her power. A swirl of wind stirred her hair as a ball of flame came to life. The heat kissed her finger tips but did not harm her. A faint smile graced her face and Lilith bit her bottom lip to try and contain her joy. Something about flames always made her excited. With a flick of her wrist the ball went flying forward. A quick twirl and it came back around at her. Lilith carelessly waved her hand through the air and deflected the flame, smacking it towards the ground. For a moment it flared, though the lack of sustenance had it quickly dissipating. Lilith let herself revel in her joy for but a moment, the day had barely started and in all honesty these techniques were so weak and useless she may never even put them into practice. Lilith brought her hand upward and opened her fingers. For a moment she merely stared at her empty palm until the energy surged. In an instant a flame leaped outward and took shape of a dagger. Lilith grasped the jet and thought about what it was she was holding. It was sprouting out from just above her clenched fist, fueling itself from her energy. The draw was so weak it was fairly insignificant. Lilith knew the flame itself had no ability to stab nor block on its own. The fire would have to sear and burn its way through things. A smirk touched her face as Lilith thought about the many uses of such a tool. She imagined pushing it against the flesh of another, hearing their screams of agony and smelling their skin burning. The thought alone was enough to send shivers down her body.
An even better idea came to mind. One of Lilith's favored methods of pleasure was bondage. There was something just so enticing about removing any control one had over a situation. Whips, chains, ropes; those were tools Lilith knew how to use. The only thing better than that would be if those items were on fire. Lilith focused on the dagger in her hand and pushed more energy forward. The dagger grew and grew until it slumped over and fell to the floor. It coiled over itself a few times until it was a decent size. Lilith raised her arm and with a shout of power she slashed it through the air. An unlucky dummy nearby suffered a terrible blow. It's chest opened up with a sizzle and ripping, spilling out its stuffed insides. Lilith pushed out her hand and focused another bout of energy towards her hands. The whip thickened and straightened, now becoming a jet of fire. The succubus found she could freely move the jet and sustain it for as long as she wished. Lilith aimed it at the dummy and held it there. The satisfying 'whoosh' of the dummy going up in flames sounded out over the roaring of her jet. Lilith smiled sweetly and kept it going, listening to the crackling of the wooden mannequin. With a sudden urge to set the world on fire Lilith began to rapidly swing her arms, each swing generating a wildly arcing flame. The fire curves would rip across the ground, leaving a trail of blackened earth in their wake. Each time one of the arcs connected with something they would scorch it badly.
Now that the silly baby techniques were out of the way Lilith was moving onward to the more explosive ones. Azure eyes quickly scanned the book of spells until one caught her attention. Lilith channeled her energy and strutted over to another dummy as flames enveloped her right fist. Lilith put one foot in front of the other and leaned into her blow, pretending she was a video game character who could bird punch some people. The moment her fist made contact Lilith felt an explosive force burst outward. The dummy rocked violently backward and snapped off its stand, flying a few feet in the direction Lilith had hit it before slowing down and dropping to the ground. Lilith theatrically brought both hands skyward, as if reaching out to praise Lukhan himself in that moment. Instead she dropped her hands down and just at that moment a wall of flames shot up in front of her. Lilith stared through the fire, imagining looking out across the battlefield at an opponent trembling in fear. The fires lasciviously licked out at Lilith, the heat as warm as the touch of another. At that very thought Lilith's mind wandered and the fire died. Lilith shrugged out of her leather jacket, no longer enjoying the warmth. A plain white tee, very snuggly fitting the vixen, was revealed. Lilith planted her scythe into the ground and cast her gaze out across the CAZ. Where was Nox? There was a hunger growing in Lilith and oddly enough Nox was what she was craving. Normally this particular succubus was more than happy to hit it and quit it, but for some reason she wanted to go back for more. Lilith leaned against the staff of her weapon and absentmindedly ran one slender finger down her neck. She could close her eyes and envision Nox's lips on her, hungrily sucking and suckling at her. Lilith could feel Nox's hands exploring her body. The taste of the woman on her tongue, the warmth of her body pressing against hers. Lilith licked her lips lightly; the thirst having gotten very real.
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 5:46 pm
 
Nox tapped Lilith lightly on the shoulder, making her presence known. It was a rudimentary expression, meant only to attract the attention of her lover, although the simple touch of her fingers on her shoulders enticed her. Nox was wrapped around her finger. She was an abecedarian at this whole 'love' thing, always questioning her motives, her actions. Am I doing it right? What do I say? Her personality was like a glass menagerie, gentle and fragile. Until she went to battle. That's when her other side made its appearance. Nox enjoyed the excitement of a fight, it instilled a sense of thrilled, that countered all the melodrama within her.
"I've been looking for you." A faint smile swept across her face, an expression of her unwavering intimacy. Nox wasn't sure if she was in love, but it was definitely something close to it. She looked downwards, nervously looking at her greaves. Her stomach was full of butterflies, and those butterflies were filled with butterflies. In summary, she was nervous. Lilith was her... 'first'. That made her important to Nox in its own right.
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 8:29 pm
Lilith did not need to turn to know who it was. The sweet sound of Nox's voice washed over her and the woman could not help but smile. She turned on her heels and drank in Nox's appearance. Lilith sighed and took a step forward, reaching out her hand and hooking it through one of the many straps on Nox's attire. With a tug the succubus pulled the apple of her eye closer, shrinking the space between them. Lilith's eyes traveled up Nox's body and paused at her lips. Oh how she wanted to taste all of this girl, to have their bodies pushed so close together. Lilith gave Nox a heavy lidded look before smirking and leaning into her. In the back of her mind Lilith was completely aware that had she wanted to, Nox would have no choice but to bend to her will. Lilith could taste her thirst, could feel the yearning lingering between the two of them. With the mere push of a thought Lilith could get this girl to get on her knees and beg for it. But she did not want to. At least not with Nox. It felt even better to know that the little succubus wanted Lilith on her own.
Lilith reached her hand out and placed it on Nox's hip, gently pulling her forward. She brushed her skin with her thumb very casually, just wanting to touch her all over. "I've been busy." She said, one hand slowly sliding up Nox's waist. A slender hand pushed away a rebel lock of hair from Nox's face before caressing her cheek. Lilith took the extra step and moved ever closer, her lips mere inches from Nox's. "I took a little trip to a certain mountain peak and found something very useful." Lilith said as she removed her hand, moving her lips to Nox's ear. She licked the shell playfully and grasped the rim of the girl's pants, pulling at her again. Lilith whispered the word hungrily, as if she needed to seduce the beauty before her. "Power." Lilith accentuated the word and let it linger for a moment. Before pulling away fully, Lilith touched her lips to Nox's very softly. She looked into her eyes for a moment after and took a step back, lacing her fingers with Nox's. Lilith wanted to go so much farther right now but it wasn't the right time. She couldn't bring herself to not touch the girl in some way though. "I've made it to Captain." Lilith said with a tinge of pride.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 11:33 pm
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Apollo arrived back into the Training Grounds, having trained in the mountains for an extended amount of time in order to get stronger for his land. The outside world graced, and by graced I mean he was kicked in the throat with, the burning white sun. It was a good thing that he had packed an umbrella for his journey out of the city, because unlike Nocturne which was pretty dark, the other lands were hot and bright...too bright. Some even had water.
Apollo set his bag down at the nearby tree and looked around the Training area, seeing new faces instead of old ones, it was almost surprising that his old teacher wasn't around. No matter, he needed to practice. Apollo stretched out his muscles and began shadowboxing to himself, approachable but busy. Conversation wouldn't be cut short but the shadowboxing was only to pass the time.
"One two! One two three! One two!"
He chanted silently to himself, in reality it sounded more like grunts, as he punched the air in an attempt, though futile, to harm his own shadow.
9x0x0xxx|xxx9x0x0
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 9:33 pm
The change of setting was drastic. Going from the Red Light District to the Caz was disorienting. In the Caz there was training and serious speech, but there, in the sultry underworld, was only hot swing music and liquor, dance halls, ban, and movies, and sex that hung in the gloom like a chandelier and flooded the world with brief, deceptive rainbows. In the Red Light, the world was waiting for bombardments. It was unsettling, but Nox tried to focus on Lilith. She was already all over her, the space between them gone. Nox smiled, tilted her head slightly. "Power huh? What's next on the list?" Nox wrapped her arms around Lilith, embracing her, a blush enveloping her cheeks.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 10:58 pm
Lilith gladly let Nox wrap her arms around her body. The feeling of the raven-haired vixen's breasts pushing against hers made her bite her bottom lip lightly. Oh, if only Lilith had not come here for business. About eighty-two percent of Lilith wanted nothing more than to take Nox right then and there. She would push her to the floor and ravage her body. Lilith wanted her hands to explore every curve and dip of Nox's body, her tongue to taste every inch of her skin, and her eyes to take it all in. The succubus did not even care that there were others in the CAZ. Hell, that made the whole image that much more enticing. To be able to feel their lust growing on top of her own... Lilith found herself absentmindedly stroking the small of Nox's back, one hand even going so far as to reach around and squeeze her rear end lightly. She looked into Nox's brown eyes with a heavy lidded gaze, her wants clear from her expression. "You, of course." Lilith said playfully, pressing her lips against Nox's before gently taking the girl's bottom lip between her teeth. For a moment Lilith stood there trying to control her own raging hormones. With a sigh she unraveled herself from Nox's embrace and flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"But first, as one of the two Captains around here I'll have to whip these nuggets into shape. I'm here to help anyone out who needs it. If there are trainees looking for a rank up come see me or the other Captain, wherever his lazy a** may be. This is your chance to take advantage of us, use this resource while you can. For those of you who are higher ranking, come get a mission and get off your lazy asses." Lilith announced to everyone in the room. There were a load of people milling about and dicking around. Most times Lilith did not mind that. She lived and preferred being in the Red Light District, better known as one of the largest time wasting places around. But here in the intelligently named Spwoon Fort training and personal bettering was to be done. Lately this place had been falling silent. There were no more bullets being fired, magic being conjured, swords clanging together or the shouts and screams of pain. Each and everyone had their own reasons, but without anyone actually trying it was no wonder that Nocturne had practically come to a standstill. Lilith wanted to break the mold and help inspire activity in the realm. There was even a chance she may meet some interesting people, and that was always fun.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 2:57 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 7:35 am
 Din
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
Kumori had arrived with Din, who reeked of magic and dead body parts, practically getting those who had a week stomach to leave the area. Seeing both of the captains here, he crossed his arms and chuckled a bit before he led Din to the female captain. She seemed new for the captain's position, soon Din looked her up and down with a blank expression. "I'm one of the Higher ranks... I need a mission to have some fun... my son here needs some... training." He told the girl as Din sighed softly.
Energy: 700/700
Strength/Speed: 3/5
Equipment: Bronze Armor
Body Parts:
All: N/A
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
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[The Freak]
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