Each bullet tore into the shadows and pressed wood, ripping it a sunder and casting shards everywhere. It was a slow motion reel, wood flying all around as the man just spent himself in a grand display of badassery. Truly, he should be applauded if, and only if, someone saw...but no one did, so the scene fast forward and Mr Chan fell straight to the floor, suddenly there were four more of him on top of the first. Energy whirled around their forms like great wide arcs within Chase's reflective shades.
Mr Chan remained motionless, as the four copies jumped up and ran at the man. All around the temperature dropped, the room becoming an ice box. The images moved, in fact all of them as sparks flew...
BOOM! BOOM! BANG! BANG!
Mr Chan was dying, but he wasn't ready to throw in the towel yet. The images froze, the bullets stopped in place and not only did he fire his shotguns at the man while approaching him from the front but he also threw several dozen ice shards at the man and the ground between them.
Blood was drooling from its mouth, spurting from the torso in bubbling gurgles. All of it splattering to the floor.
Cold Snap Rank: B Description: A interesting move by the ninja first shown by . She focused her energy around her cooling the environment as she made her mirror images. As soon as her mirror images were attacked she released the focused energy and the mist images suddenly became ice and Zeran's bullets were frozen in place. This was also done against Kegroth who's entire sword was frozen up to the hilt. The mirror images dont freeze the mist when they disperse do.
Mirror Image Rank:C Requires: Vanishing Description: After enough mastery of the previous skill the ninja is actually capable of maintaining the Mirror Image. He or she may use up to five images to attack the enemy, though purely for distraction purposes they disperse into mist when attacked. The mist created from these things are quite thick and can actually block the line of sight creating a much better opportunity to attack.
Ice Spikes Rank: C Description: Elementalists can shoot small shards of ice at their opponent, or cause a giant spike to protrude from a body of water.
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 11:48 pm
Chase raised his hand and a metal car door appeared in front of him to shield him against the oncoming bullets while the white-haired racer continued to run around the room at high speeds. He moved so quickly that his image blurred, and within moments there wasn't a man racing around the room but a machine, a red testarossa to be exact. It turned sharply within the small room, riding up around the walls that sent the car around and around the room in a tornado of speed. Chase used this tactic to dodge most of the ice spikes, though a few manage to stab into its frame. Then, just when following the car itself became too dizzying of a task for one to endure, the car hit the floor again and used its momentum to swing its back end around to slam into Mr Chan like a giant metal bat. If hit, the elf would most likely die upon impact, either the impact with the car or the subsequent impact with the wall he would slammed into.
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He just went around, and a round and a round, in a stoooooopid circle. Mr Chan was prepared, readying his shotguns. As soon as Chase headed his way, they started to fire. Sparks ignited over the cherry red paint and bounced off into unknown directions. His face frowned just in time to be slammed. The weight of metal stole his breath, seized his heart and crushed what was left of brittle bone. He spat up a long slew of blood and fell backwards, landing in the already established puddle of blood.
The body began to break down, the spanning ribs splayed like wings, cracking and expanding into infinity until a 3" sphere was produced. Congrats!
You obtained:
Chan, the man that... This is a magic 7-ball, only all of the answers say '******** you', though, you probably are not surprised. But, just so you know, it was his only testicle... no wonder that it was so hard for him to get some. You on the other hand, will hopefully have more luck with this ball as it hangs from your rear view mirror. This swaying orb grants the user (in his car form only) a spiffy trick! In battle, you may teleport one time. This does not allow you to teleport from battle, only to another area within that thread. Simply utter the midget's favorite phrase and add a dash of 25 energy, and BAM! You are like a ninja.
He quickly moved from the missions board to the Red Lights District as he landed himself a blind date. He sat down and made sure he had no equipment on him at the time so his 'date' wouldn't be threatened. As he waited, he got himself an order of Valentine Chocolates and waited for the date. Soon a beautiful woman had arrived, well... she was beautiful to everyone else, but Kumori. His eyes of cold saw her as merely someone needing to be fed to the as the night went through quickly. While everyone had their minds set elsewhere, he summoned a single spike drill before sending it down to take out her head. Before anyone else could see it, he grabbed her hand, the umbrella covering them before he vanished with her. (Exits)
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:01 pm
The car slowly disappeared into thin air, and Chase walked out from it. His shadow danced across the walls in silence while he casually picked up the magic 7-ball that was left on the floor, a memento of this strange night. He tucked the souvenir into his pocket and then went to rejoin the motorcycle lady he'd come here with, but she was already long gone. "Heh, guess I was too slow..." The white-haired ghost muttered to himself, though his words were lost in the boom of the club's music. Afterwards, Chase disappeared into the crowd, and then out of the building. He decided that he'd partied long enough for now.
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By the time they were clear of the queerly named CAZ, Lilith's wings were just about ready to give up. She was physically exhausted from the sudden spike in activity of dead things and really wanted to shower. There was grime, grit, and ghoul crap all over her. Not only that but Lilith was very sure that her scythe needed to be replaced. The entire time she was flying she had not said a word, instead concentrated on not falling from the sky. Her grip in Nox was strong enough but Lilith was not some sort of butch body builder. Surely Nox would notice the strain on Lilith as they began to erratically descend from the air. It was all the succubus could do to stop them from smashing into the ground. Lilith locked her wings in place and made a steep descent.
Lilith quickly realized that she was incapable of stopping. She pressed one wing close to her body and twisted in the air, maneuvering Nox so that she was now above her. Lilith forced her wings to disappear and fell the last few feet too the ground. They landed with a thud and a gasp from Lilith. Her scythe clattered away from her noisily.They were in an alleyway in the Red Light District, momentarily alone. Lilith's chest heaved with her breaths as she reached up and pushed her hair out of her face. Despite how exhausted Lilith was there was a smirk plastered on her face. Lilith had experienced a significant amount of pain and that was absolutely thrilling. Seeing the blood on Nox was just as enticing. "I knew there was more to you." She said, pushing herself up on her elbows and placing her face few inches from Nox's. Lilith licked her lips in a way that suggested she was definitely a thirsty as nugget right about now. The minx of a woman leaned forward and very lightly bit Nox's lips, keeping eye contact the entire time.
Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 4:13 am
Nox's pugnacious attitude quickly diminished, as they head towards an unknown location. The descent to the pavement below them seemed fairly quick. It seemed pretty dumb of her to not notice that they were plummeting towards the ground. Lilith, being the gratuitous goddess that she was, took the blow head on, cushioning the fall. "Are you oka-" She seemed to sustain little damage. Lilith gave her a lustful look, which brought a blush to her face. "I suppose I can get... a little excited when I fight." Lilith then bit Nox's lip, wish was shocking, to say the least. Nox wasn't sure if she was supposed to do anything back. Her heart started racing, her breath hitched, and she let her instinct take over. Placing a hand on Lilith's cheek, Nox moved forward, pressing her lips against hers.
nu███████XXX███████XXX███████XXX███████ numineWE OPENED ` THE DOOR♕》*ANDHEWASTHERE,ANDWITHIN bad apple
xxx n×◞KILL ⊰THE(DEMON)*⇣HE'S AN a**l♕RAPIST! by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:NO BUT REALLY, HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU. YO BOOTY RATCHET.
Brightly, and deeper into the horizon, he could see all the lights. They decorated the window-sills and the posts, the stores and even the people. However, they were misguiding. They led to darkness, in truth; pleasure, which was supplied by people of all kinds, but in particular both Incubi and Succubi. This place had almost become the home for his kind, their migration throughout the centuries ending here, where they united. And honestly, they were unhappy. They were unhappy as they were when they wandered, looking for something to end the madness of their desires. Here, they found sex endlessly, and money to come with it. But not fulfillment. They did not find love or salvation, or anything but the temporal pleasures of a physical body. West would be their prophet of the future. He could show them to be content with what they were, as he had become.
Not far down, he saw some people -- Succubi, yes. They were getting familiar with each other, which was of no surprise to him. He'd never really met a straight Incubus or Succubus before, so the lack of modesty between these two was simply a common practice amongst any of their mutual kind. He did not stress their identities, but he did feel energy, and in decent quantities. They were practicing fighters. He felt battle in them, as if they'd fought quite recently and had come here to brush off the outcome. Whatever that outcome was, it did not end in their death. Fortunate, or unfortunate. West was familiar to other Incubi, he knew of their pain. He knew they all had a deep longing, being abandoned by their father and hated by their mother. He knew they wanted attachment, but their body told them to avoid it at all costs.
Succubi, on the other hand, were dangerous to him. The ones he knew, wanted control. They used their bodies to bewitch others, indoctrinate them. He could only wonder what two Succubi who tied themselves to another might be like. They could perhaps battle for all eternity over the simplest of dances; domination. Though he would not generalize them to all be the same. Some were different. He just hadn't met any, ever, and at all. Charming.
These ladies had never met him before, and they didn't have energy sensing the way he had it. So, with that in mind, he'd play the act the same way any Incubus ever did it -- he'd feign his race, and act mortal. Be human. That was the draw that his people had, they never let people believe from start to finish that they were in fact hungry, sagacious little lust leeches. "Um . . . hey you two," West started, approaching them. He had an awkward smile on his face, and he genuinely looked confused. Perhaps he could appeal to their natural desire to control. He could see whether they were insidious, or simply some ladies in their own world. This was just a test, really. If he was going to migrate to this district as well, he'd have to learn whether the winged women were friends or enemies. If enemies, then he would resolve to relocate them once more. "I don't think I'm in the right part of the city," he laughed, "judging from the high heels and all."
"Are you working girls, or would I be able to get an answer out of you guys? I was wondering if you knew where Fort Spwoon was, or whatever?" Fort Spwoon, he almost snickered it. He loved that name.
Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 4:00 pm
The succubus seemed to have a new fire lit inside of her. Her azure eyes seemed to shimmer in the moon light; a testament to exactly how she was feeling. Nox pushing herself against Lilith enticed her so much a quiet moan passed through her lips. One of her hands made its way to the bottom of Nox's shirt and snaked its way under. Nails would drag over skin as Lilith caressed her bare skin. Lilith pushed passed the restraining device known as a bra and began to tease her partner. With her free arm she wrapped it around the vixen's body, pulling her ever closer. Lilith pushed Nox's mouth opened with her tongue and began the battle for dominance. She pushed one of her legs against Nox, trying to bring her that much closer. Oh the things Lilith had in mind for this budding succubus. Every ache in her body served only to heighten her yearning. She wanted more. Lilith wanted to feel Nox's skin against her own, wanted to see the faces she would make and hear the noises that would come from her.
And then West. When he first spoke and shattered Lilith's focus on Nox she tensed. Her eyes met Nox; an intense gaze speaking of how little she wanted to stop. Lilith took in a breath to clear her mind and lightly pushed Nox off of her. She rose to her feet and ran a single finger over her bottom lip, savoring the taste of Nox. She looked back at the one she had been about to ravage with heavy lidded eyes. The intensity of her expression could only mean one thing. "This is not over yet." Lilith seemed to say without actually speaking. With one last lingering gaze Lilith turned to West. Normally a man looking like that walking through this part of town was looking for one thing; sex. Lilith had picked up a few of those types before for a wild night of fun, but something was different about this one. He seemed very lost, like he only made it here thanks to aimless wandering. Lilith crossed her arms over her chest and arched an eyebrow, resting her weight on one leg. "Once upon a time, sweetie." She said in response to him questioning their profession. There was no reason to hide that information, Lilith was damn proud of the work she had done. It had made her into what she was today and helped form the basis of her power. "We just came from there, it's not a place you want to be at right now." Lilith said, spreading her arms and gesturing to just how ragged her clothing was at the moment. There were tears in a number of places, blood stains, and so much grime it was almost a second skin.
Lilith turned and sauntered over to where her scythe had fallen. She bent over and picked it up, a frown on her face. This thing was little more than a dull gardening tool now. "There was an attack of ghouls, nearly brought the place down." Lilith said as she ran a finger down the metal of the blade. Her eyes flickered over to West's and locked in on them. Her curiosity had piqued. "What do you want there? It's off-limits to outsiders." She said, trying to bait information out of him. Any soldier from Nocturne would know where the CAZ was seeing as how it was one of the only places to actually get some practice and work in. It was normally packed with fresh faced trainees and jaded captains, but never strangers. Yet here was one, looking for that place. Maybe he wanted to speak with Alistair. Lilith was unsure, and she craved an answer. It was clear that she had resolved to see what the deal was with West.
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'Why am I even here? How did I get here in the first place?' Thoughts of uncertainty mirroring these flitted through his mind without purpose. There was no hope of understanding why he had been drawn here simply by thinking about it. And now he found himself standing at the beginning of a long, dark alleyway, one that most would not find themselves caught in at the dead of night such as this. Yet here he was, staring down the narrow expanse with a blank stare. Al could see nothing, could hear not a peep. It was as if the mice and the cats had decided to play nice for the night and were in perfect harmony in peaceful seclusion. Again the question came to him. Why was he here? It didn't make sense that he would go out of his way to come to such a place at such an unholy hour. Compulsion to go further was held firmly in place as reason warred with impulse inside him. It was a losing battle however, as reason had no place where madness was concerned. This madness being the one thing that the man understood better than he understood his own name. Lust.
It was in the air. He could feel it; practically smell it wafting through this till night breeze, luring him in with its affinity for the unknown. And beyond his better judgement, his natural curiosity made the steps for him as his legs seemed to move of their own accord. He entered the alleyway with finality and kept going with clipped steps that brought him ever closer, despite the crawling pace, to a scene that he had not been expecting to witness in such an unlikely place, yet he had expected it nonetheless somehow. As if to make his arrival not seem like eavesdropping, he hid behind a large dumpster some distance away from where the two women were and peeped out from the corner and watched. They were doing the very thing he had done so many times throughout his life. The basest of human desires was being initiated right before his eyes. But alas, before it could be delved into to great length another appeared, a presence so strong and unusual in nature that Al knew. He knew that this was the one that had been drawing him in. He could feel it so strongly now as he stared, his eyes bright and round and seeming to grow harder and darker with...something. The man; the one that marked the interruption, was perfection in physical form. From the tiniest strand of hair on his perfect head down to the very shoes he wore and what would certainly be perfect feet. Al found himself wanting.
So startled was he when he heard the man speak, his heartbeat racing for a spell as he gathered his senses and forced himself to breathe. The sudden sound chasing the silence away had caught him unawares, but now that the sound had been made he listened and clung to each word as if they were a lifeline. They sounded so timid, yet confident at the same time, a contrast that did not belong in symmetry. The voice, the laugh, the jest, Al found himself drawn in by the unlikely man who had alluded to the girls being prostitutes, a fact that was refuted only by saying it had been at one point in time, but not anymore. Then everything else that the girl said after the man asked her for directions was lost on him. He ignored her completely and focused all his attention onto the man, watching every small movement he made as if they held some long lost secret to the world. At this point only one thought seemed to manifest in his mind. 'I must make him mine.' It was an all-encompassing thought that threatened to drive him to madness. Al thought of it for a few short moments, and then he came to a decision finally, standing erect and stepping around his hiding place and out into the open, his most ingratiating smile adding a sultry glow to his beautiful face. All eye contact was directed at the man, vying for his attention with their hazel glow. Tongue, lashing out to wet supple lips. Walk, purposefully slow and suggestive. It was all in the game he played.
Dawn of Seduction [ Passive Abilities ] • The Demon's Dance The way the Incubus seduces others with their charms. Regardless of rank, the affected will find it very difficult to deny them. If the subject is two ranks lower then the user, they're automatically seduced. The higher ranks can be seduced as well, but it'll be more difficult. Once captured the target focuses only on the Incubus, sort of like tunnel vision blocking out the surroundings. To clarify, seduction is energy. It is not eye-sight or hearing based. It's an aura that pushes outwards and seduces people. It can't be blocked by barriers/etc. People seduced will not attack you, and you can basically force them to do things depending on what you say. They won't hurt/kill themselves or attack another person.
• The Game This can only be applied to someone the Incubus has met before. Since Incubi appear simply as men, it's impossible to tell them apart from others. The moment you interact with them, they can register your desires. They'll remember you, and discover the aches and wants of your body. They'll know what sort of kinks you're into, and what type of person you like. They can use this to seduce you in person, or they can use it to manifest in your dreams. They'll send a little fraction of themselves to wherever you lay your head at night, and corrupt your body with their touch. When a victim is stronger and more able to resist them, they'll stick to beautiful and elated imagery to keep you hooked on your fantasy world. Timid and fearful victims will often be tormented with their desires, controlled by them rather than gifted them.
When a victim is truly infatuated with their fantasies, or crippled into submission by them, the Incubus has the power to manifest their spirit completely. They will then loom over them, and please their bodies however they want. This is most often used simply for the personal satisfaction of an Incubus, but can also be used for assassination purposes; ie, if the Incubus has reason to kill the target he's seduced, he will. The Incubi cannot use this ability to teleport to people while in combat, or to teleport to people who are in combat. The opponent will not suddenly be alarmed by the Incubi, but worked into it. They'll know they're coming, and will eagerly await them.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 4:35 am
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xxx n×◞KILL ⊰THE(DEMON)*⇣HE'S AN a**l♕RAPIST! by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:NO BUT REALLY, HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU. YO BOOTY RATCHET.
Every day was night, and every night was filled with a certain inquisition. The light brought security to the humble, and insecurity to the ill of deeds. The darkness did the contrary. Men and women, especially of his kind, would come to unleash their desires in the darkness. He could feel that reality all around him; the Incubus and Succubus swooned over one another, though in a way that was a lot more gritty and unseen than even in the other parts of Luimira. You see, none of them really trusted one another. The Succubus all wanted to domineer, and the Incubi knew they'd only abandon one another when their body had been fulfilled. He saw the darkness fester here, and he saw that festering walk towards him. He could feel the hot breath of another Incubus as if a beacon screaming for him to flee, and yet he would rather taste the ghosted wisp of oxygen from his lips. It was impossible to fight your nature, you could only play around it until you found civility, and then others could act as you did. Or you could lose yourself to the music, to the wind, to the blood boiling in your veins. And you could ********, hard and often like his brethren.
He did not make the choice to be civil or primitive. It was something that his body chose for him. And now . . . he would choose . . . "Only once upon a time?" He laughed a little. The Succubus, even as the Incubus closed in from behind him, was still a factor. He found her interesting, and while usually he'd keep his guard up, the difference in power was so great that he felt no need. She actually did manage to supply him some regularly interesting information, but he was already aware of that horde closing in, though it vanished quickly under the aegis of Alistair. "Well, you see . . ." The Incubus started, "It's a journalist's inquisition. The military of Nocturne has become increasingly harsh since the progenitor's time, both to outsiders and insiders. It's proven that Nocturne's military has an extremely firm monopoly on its soldiers -- essentially coming to own and use them as slaves -- and the leadership is far from transparent enough for us to even consider the disciplinary implications of these statistics. We just don't know enough, and you know -- silence scares people." He grinned, and right after his trail of rambling. It was his prerogative to keep his identity a secret, especially from the winged witches. Lilith could, perhaps, come to find the truth in time.
"If you want some more information --" He started, but then stopped. The Incubus drew closer to him, though he pretended not to notice until the time came where even a regular human could hear the footsteps and feel the heat of their skin. "Hey," West turned around, acknowledging him. He raised his hand for a bit to wave, and smiled brightly. At that moment, he could properly look at him. His body, his face, his eyes. He was attractive, very much so. He could tell that he, like West, was an Incubus. It was a little easier for the brethren to detect that within each other than Succubus onto the men. West felt a profound attraction to him from the moment he saw him. In the back of his mind, he wondered if it were the allure, though he silenced these thoughts. He was too strong, seduction could not control him. It could only bring him great pleasure, as he often brought to others.
He would not reciprocate, however. West's seduction was immensely powerful, even compared to other sages. All three of the people here would break in the face of his mental pressure, and that'd mean becoming the center of attention, and more. He desired that very little. Though he doubted it would make much of a difference, in this newcomer's rationale. He was already bewitched. West could only play the game idly until the time when Al would jump his skin. "Not here to proposition me, are you?" He asked. "A guy came down earlier, told me his rates. I don't really want that here -- as I said, I'm just a journalist. I'd rather the intellectual interviews over . . . you know." He cracked a small smidgeon of a smile, then stared directly into his eyes.
Even with her new found confidence, Nox was topped by Lilith ten times over. She simply couldn’t keep up. Lilith’s decadence was overwhelming, but it felt… marvelous. Every touch, every kiss; it made Nox tingle. In one fell swoop, Nox’s idea of sensuality had flipped. What was once deemed a taboo was now a pleasurable banquet of voluptuous wonders. Every contact of skin stimulated Nox, making her want more. Her thirst would be quenched, when Lilith upped the ante. There was a certain allure to Lilith’s moans and smooth movements. Nox just desired more. Her hand explored the more secluded parts of her body, touching, grazing, and teasing. A moan of her own would be vocalized, and a blush would sweep across her face. Nox’s face would shift to one of pure desire; pure ecstasy. Lilith’s tongue has entered the confines of Nox’s mouth, fighting for control. A fight would not be given, because wanted it. Thinking it was time for her do more; Nox started her own expedition, scrutinizing Lilith’s illustrious body, using her slender hands as a median. She acted like a child with a new toy; poking and prodding. As well as fiddling with the knobs and buttons. She straddled her, moving back and forth slightly. The succubus ran a hand through Lilith’s perfect hair, and was going make the other go lower, but someone was standing over them.
Lilith seemed to have no desire to stop, but succumbed to the necessity of social respect. Their touchy feely moment would come to an end, and Nox would regain her nerdy composure. Picking herself up from the ground, Nox dusted herself off… well she tried her best to. Grime, soot, and black blood caked her clothing. She would have to find a way to change into something more decent. The young Succubus would follow close behind Lilith. She didn’t know where they were, or what they were doing there. Escaping the ghouls seemed to be the reason, but after that make out session, Nox had a sneaking suspicion that Lilith wanted to be alone. Nox ignored the rash comment about being working girls. Or maybe it wasn’t that rash, considering what they were doing on the floor just a second ago. “I’m no working girl.” The question bothered her still. She took it personally. Another man joined the Frey. Four seconds into conversation and anyone could tell he lusted for West.
Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 2:47 pm
Here in Nocturne the residents were under the constant shroud of darkness. Maybe that was the reason Luimira was the way it was. The culture, the people, hell, even what they worshiped was down right bad. If someone needed help they had the chance to equally be killed or aided, nobody seemed to have a moral compass of any sorts. Lilith herself followed the belief of 'take what you want' and in most cases she cared very little about what happened to others. But there are exceptions... Lilith thought to herself as she glanced at Nox, recalling the feeling of heat that had been growing inside of her. The memory alone was enough to cause an almost imperceptible shiver. There was definitely something in the air tonight, because Lilith and Nox were not the only ones after the gold between someone's legs. Lilith could see some guy walking towards West, more like stalking. He had this look on his face that clearly betrayed his inner wants. Someone was thirsty as ********. Lilith felt like she was buzzing with the aching crave people were feeling near her. She was completely aware of how Nox had been feeling for Lilith, and now how this stranger was looking at West. It was making her oh so hot and bothered. Lilith licked her lips slowly and tried to focus in on what West was saying. To clear her head she honed on on West's emotions. It seemed like he was honestly interested in just talking; a rather queer and out of place want for a time and place like this.
West's laugh helped clear the air for her. It brought another smirk to her face. It probably seemed like Lilith had lied but there was a difference in how she got what she wanted. Lilith merely took it, instead of soliciting it. The fun factor of this conversation quickly tanked when West spoke of the military. Lilith had to think about what he was saying deeply before responding to him. Was the nocturnal military harsh? Lilith did not feel that way. Sure the King seemed to have a stick up his a** but ruling a kingdom couldn't be easy. Especially when you have to deal with ratchet hoes grasping for the throne on the daily. Lilith thought about the people she had met in the laughably named Spwoon Fort and could only think how wrong West was. Within minutes of making her way there Lilith had met Nox. What seemed like seconds after that the King called them over and took a momentary special interest in them before being distracted by some undead thing. Plenty of people there were looking to talk and meet each other. When the ghouls attacked only a single person had thought to run. Everyone else fought, putting their lives on the line and even covered each other. Lilith had to thank two people for defending her and even the King who had created shadows to decimate and destroy the ghouls. Once or twice she had seen these shadows jumping in front of the zombies to catch a blow that would have otherwise hit one of his subjects. Lilith shook her head at West before speaking. "We may not be the poster child for running hand in hand through fields of love and friendship, but Nocturne sticks together. Maybe we do have it harder than other armies but that keeps us strong. If the people are so worried that the soldiers are being enslaved an controlled, all they need to do is look at the sheer number of people signing up. Not too many people want to be a slave, sweetie." Lilith said, not sure why she had even bothered to defend these people at all. Yes, she did like it here in the constant embrace of the night. Sure, she had made some friends and maybe even something more. But did that mean she cared? Lilith did not know the answer to that just yet. Lilith could not put a finger on it but West's words made her want to hear more. What else did he have to say? This journalist who had an eye on the military. Lilith could smell an adventure a mile away and she had the feeling that one was standing right before her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 4:46 pm
What was this? Could it be that he, the epitome of self confidence was somehow losing his nerves? A thousand times he had taken the same steps in the dance that only seemed to be on repeat. A thousand times he had been the last one standing in full health after the dance and had moved on to the next partner to do it with all over again. What was it about this man that made this time so different? It was all Al could do to maintain his composure when the man turned to him with a smile so bright it lit up the night, and a wave that caused the muscles in his arm to flex and the veins to protrude in an elaborate pattern across the arm's expanse. 'Relax! He's just another man.' The mental assurance seemed to do the trick, for Al's composure returned in earnest, his movements coming to rest as he stared through heavily lidded eyes. His expression was one of intrigue, and not so much so from the fact that he wanted to play games, but that the man seemed as if he would prove to be somewhat of a challenge than the others had been before him. Al liked a good challenge as much as the next guy, and he could certainly play the game far longer than anyone he had witnessed before. Why would this guy be any different?
"Hey," he repeated after the other, maintaining perfect eye contact with him, his posture speaking volumes of his character. The silence was allowed some room to breathe while they all seemed to enjoy the night breeze. Nothing was spoken until the man stirred up a conversation, starting it in an unusual manner, yet not so unusual considering his initial assumption of the girls and their reason for being in the dark alleyway. For some reason Al found himself taking offense at the thought that this man assumed him to be propositioning him, as if he were just some cheap whore. Did he give off such a vibe so as to have total strangers assume that about him? Al scoffed. A derisive sound meant to express displeasure at the spoken words. Yet somehow he managed to make such a gesture and expression seem flirtatious without trying to. "Haha... That's a new one. You're actually the first guy to ever say something like that to me." Al walked past the man, stepping around and passing closely by him in such a manner that could be viewed as done with the utmost subtlety. This was Al's way of ensuring the man got a good whiff of his scent and would remember it well. It was an intoxicating scent that he possessed, and he never wore cologne a day in his life. He chalked it down to this natural affinity for being perfect. He was after all an Incubus, and he and others like him, though he had never met another before, were created to be appealing to all eyes that fell upon them.
Stopping when he made it to a distance of exactly two feet behind the man, he looked up the sky and positioned himself in such a way where his a** would be in perfect view within the jeans that hugged his form so snugly. Al acted as if he was unaware of this fact and continued to speak. "I cannot say for certain why I'm here. But of this I'm certain." He whirled around on his heels quickly and invaded the man's personal space, his breath intermingling with the man's. "I want you." He stated it matter-of-factly, without ceremony. Al brought his lips to the man's throat and let them however there without touching for a second or two before he drew back and created space between himself and the man. It wasn't exactly the appeal of sex that drew him, but something else. How and why he did not notice that this man was an Incubus just like himself could be answered in such a way that it was due to his great lust that seemed to cloud his better senses. He was not thinking of anything beyond what his senses currently perceived. Not even the two girls that were behind him registered beyond a mere presence.
Dawn of Seduction [ Passive Abilities ] • The Demon's Dance The way the Incubus seduces others with their charms. Regardless of rank, the affected will find it very difficult to deny them. If the subject is two ranks lower then the user, they're automatically seduced. The higher ranks can be seduced as well, but it'll be more difficult. Once captured the target focuses only on the Incubus, sort of like tunnel vision blocking out the surroundings. To clarify, seduction is energy. It is not eye-sight or hearing based. It's an aura that pushes outwards and seduces people. It can't be blocked by barriers/etc. People seduced will not attack you, and you can basically force them to do things depending on what you say. They won't hurt/kill themselves or attack another person.
• The Game This can only be applied to someone the Incubus has met before. Since Incubi appear simply as men, it's impossible to tell them apart from others. The moment you interact with them, they can register your desires. They'll remember you, and discover the aches and wants of your body. They'll know what sort of kinks you're into, and what type of person you like. They can use this to seduce you in person, or they can use it to manifest in your dreams. They'll send a little fraction of themselves to wherever you lay your head at night, and corrupt your body with their touch. When a victim is stronger and more able to resist them, they'll stick to beautiful and elated imagery to keep you hooked on your fantasy world. Timid and fearful victims will often be tormented with their desires, controlled by them rather than gifted them.
When a victim is truly infatuated with their fantasies, or crippled into submission by them, the Incubus has the power to manifest their spirit completely. They will then loom over them, and please their bodies however they want. This is most often used simply for the personal satisfaction of an Incubus, but can also be used for assassination purposes; ie, if the Incubus has reason to kill the target he's seduced, he will. The Incubi cannot use this ability to teleport to people while in combat, or to teleport to people who are in combat. The opponent will not suddenly be alarmed by the Incubi, but worked into it. They'll know they're coming, and will eagerly await them.
