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 Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:32 pm
"Psht, you of all people would know I'm quiet in bed... usually. It takes FOCUS to do..oooh. Mmmh, yes..."
Yeah, it really did sound like sex. If there were NPC's around, and let's say there were, they'd be giving him glances out of the corners of their eyes and the ones who weren't afraid of him, say, turning them into a girl, or just randomly killing them, openly stared at the faerie, blinking a few times.
"to do the job rii-ight. ******** me, I think I felt something moving when you did it like that."
One emerald/cerulean/silver eye rolled to look at the part of her he could see, which was mostly legs, tits, and her neck.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:39 pm
Iru let out a giggle. The man could barely speak! Though, who could blame him? One by one she was smoothing out the knots in his back and it probably felt hella good. "Hehe, well that is true. It does take focus to do thing right." She rolled her knuckle over yet another knot. Just how many were there?! "Hehe, well then that means I'm making progress. It's fun to mess with you through massage."
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:46 pm
"I've said it... before."
Rhoslyn just sorta closed his eyes and let his neck relax more, not bothering to try to look in her general direction anymore, but instead to close his eyes and marvel at the pretty colors and to just feel the whole alignment of bone and muscle shift as she worked his body.
"Nmguhna say it again. Be as hard as you like, I can-
POP.
You know that kind of back pop, like when it sounds really really unhealthy and almost like a .22 from a few hundred feet away, but also like it felt sinfully good? Yeah, it was exactly one of those.
"...unnhaaahh... what's the point of controllin' bones if you can't even use the magic to pop'em?"
His headache was feeling better, and it actually didn't feel like there was that whole throbbing, shooting dull-knife pain going up from between his shoulder blades. Whatever part of his back she'd popped, it sure as s**t had dramatic results.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:51 pm
Iru laughed a little. Now she was able to really get into his back. Most of the knots were gone. There was just one more that she wanted to get. It felt like a pretty big one too. One more pop...There! Iru rubbed his back a little and patted it a bit. "Alright. I think I got most of the kinks out. How do you feel?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:56 pm
"Gettin' better. Still worn the ******** out, but you helped."
At least he hadn't promised that he couldn't let his temper out on the fighters in comments; all he had to do was simply judge the fights impartially. And then go on a frothing, hate-filled rant about trivial s**t that he probably would also have had to call on himself and his own fights if he were judging his own.
It was a compliment, but the tone of "amused and pleased" probably sounded more like "tired as hell and vaguely trying to be nice."
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:00 pm
Well, it sounded like it was supposed to be a compliment, so she would take it as such. "Well thanks. Glad I could help you feel at least a little more comfortable." She stood then walked so that she could kneel in front of him. She wanted to see if his eyes were blood shot or not. It was kind of hard to tell, really. "Ask for a massage anytime." She kissed the tip of his nose then stood up.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:05 pm
Without glamor? Yes, they were, but Rhoslyn was willing to burn magic to look pretty. Well, not so much willing as OCD over it. Sure, there were some aspects he just couldn't be assed to make look right, such as the tattoos, or the moving just a little slower and such, but if it was easy to notice, his glamour covered it like really ********' good makeup. Pretty came before nearly everything else.
"Oh, don't say that, I might actually ask you all the time," he warned Iru, grinning lazily as he put his hand on the side of her chest, basically getting a feel from her waist to her just to be affectionate.
He still was not in any hurry to move, though, simply enjoying the whole blissed-out thing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:12 pm
"I don't really mind if you do." Iru replied with a shrug before sitting down on the ground. She took one of his hands and idly played with his fingers. The tattoos were crazy looking, but ignorable if you really tired. Okay, maybe not. "Sooo.....Are your tattoos alive or something?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:20 pm
"Not exactly."
This time, before replying, he'd rub his thumb against the top of her hand, eyes half-closed as he thought of how to say it without using too many words as usual.
"Basically, they're made with magical ink, and when applied to a being who is pretty much made up of magic, they sometimes move."
It was the simplest answer, and it was sort of true. Actually, the regular tattoos, such as the red firebolt on his right chest, and most of those covering his right leg (with the skulls-and-death motif) just shimmered and stayed the ******** still; the religious ones and the ritual-armor ones did move around of their own free will.
"Though the dragon tattoo on Cal's back is sort of alive. More so than what's covering my body."
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:25 pm
Iru kept playing with his hand as he sort of explained why his tattoos moved. "Magic ink?" Well, she understood the simple version in any case. She didn't need to know the details anyway. "Well as long as they get up and walk around then I'm good." She glanced at Ross, then at his hand. She was starting to get bored, so she nibbled on his finger. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, of course. She was just being a bother now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:32 pm
The wavy brown locks falling around his face did nothing to hide his frown. Her distrust brought him closer to his guilt.
"That depends on how important those children are." He pushed the past away- it could haunt his subconcious for now. "Are they really dangerous?"
The elevator began to slow, reaching the floor with the room belonging to Sey and her date.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 8:53 am
Ding~As soon as the elevator opened, Sey grabbed Stryphe's hand by the wrist and dragged him down the hallway, her heeled feet marching determinedly over the plush carpet as her other hand held onto her clutch purse, the key to her room - just her room - held between her white gloved index and middle finger. She was a healer at a fighting tournament and had skills that were in high demand after all. It wasn't such a difficult thing to get a room because of that - and it didn't hurt to be the oyabun of the infirmary either. "They're children. More true to the word then I was when I first met you." Which should be something that spoke volumes about the twins - and how much Sey had grown. While there were some things that would and could never change about her, like her unbreakable stubborn streak, it was hard to imagine that the little mage that had dragged him down the hallway was the same one that had slipped face first into the mud as they sparred together in front of a shack when they joined Team RAIF seven years ago. "Anyone can be dangerous if driven to a certain point. Those kids were driven to that point and beyond and couldn't control what happened."Vagueness again. What was she supposed to say - that a fifteen year old girl summoned a silver dragon out of thin air that destroyed half the buildings in the Temple because she couldn't control it? That she was so desperate to save her brother and protect the Temple that the shock revealed her undiscovered gift and killed pilgrims and clergy both? Was she supposed to just simply openly admit to Stryphe that she was harboring the two people responsible for half the bloodshed of that terrible, terrible night? Reaching the door to her room and opening it with her free hand and 'dragging' the demon inside, Sey let go of his arm and walked forward into the foyer of her luxurious suite, her back facing him and staying silent until the door clicked closed behind them. "... Why do you even care?" Her petite body was still set in a determined line, though one could easily see that her bare shoulders were trembling slightly, the inimitable aura of her vocation that hung around her doing nothing to comfort her as the quietly spoken words acknowledged the confused mess of emotion that was always attributed to him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 4:49 pm
Little by little, fights were ending in some way or another. The man in his room showed no emotion as some screens turned off at the end of the match, being as he had no reason to further watch those fights. The monitors that were left on kept his attention, among other things. The lack of emotion stopped as his eyes caught certain fights, he was laughing at some of these now.
"What the ******** was that s**t? Seriously? Did that ******** just try to nuke everyone or some s**t?" Tous let out to the people he had come to the hotel room with. "Kinda was hoping that Dark Elf kid would have won, too bad he almost died." He continued on, merely speaking his thoughts to the populous of the room. "Make sure you're taking down the names of these people, the invites will be ready soon enough."
"Rewind." He'd say, which would cause the screen to take a few steps back. "Where the ******** did that b***h shoot those ******** blades from? If she's cracking a whip, it cracks in the middle not the ******** top. The s**t these people try to do. All she's doing is friggin ribbon dancing. Hakujou wins automatically in my eyes."
Tous sighed, motioning for a few others to take up his position. He'd stand before they got to him, moving from behind the screens. "I think I only have a few days left in this world... possibly... though... perhaps I can cause a bit of a tuff. Seems this s**t needs a bit of entertainment."
With those words he motioned for five of the men to follow him out of the room. They'd make their way to the elevator, to the main room and out of the hotel.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 9:49 pm
"Yeah... if they did that, I would be far from good, myself," Rhoslyn observed dryly. Yeah, that would be a really, ******** annoying problem. He had no idea that other people would consider that, and suddenly felt as though he had a new idea for his nightmares. Gah.
He grinned and stared intently at her as she bit at his finger. It wasn't something he was into, but it had a certain appeal to having his fingers bit or sucked on. Sometimes. By certain people.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 9:59 pm
Well, his fingers tasted nothing like candy, so she stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. "I'm going to take a dip in the pool. You should come in too. It might help you relax." Due to his shiny, she assumed he was wearing trunks. She smiled and stood up. She put on her new swim suit, and she was going to use it. Without waiting for his answer, she walked towards the edge of the pool and jumped in with a small splash.
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