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Mina thought for a moment and shrugged. "I think so, but I didn't think to check given what happened last time I touched one." Mina said, patting her belly. She smiled and nodded at the chance to relax, leaning back some on the carriage step.

She didn't get long to relax, a purple mist began to float around her. "What the?" She waved at it and gasped, feeling the slight tingle of magic. She quickly got off the carriage and turned around, watching as it was consumed by the lavender fog. "Damn it now what!" She exclaimed. She flinched as she heard the loud crack of wood. Mina stomped on the ground. "No no! That fickin! DAMN IT!" She shouted, thinking the carriage was being destroyed. She crossed her arms and growled at the cloud, she didn't want to use anymore magic today and she wasn't about to throw her self in the magical fog.

As the cloud got quite and started to fade Mina's pent up rage would fade with it. Her eyes widened as she saw the shiny new carriage that had replaced their old one. This baffled her mind, who could have done this? Then Cassius emerged and for some reason, Mina wasn't to shocked. The way his magic has been going so far she wouldn't be surprised if he could use chaos magic. She waddled forward carefully, looking around the out side. "How much bigger?" She asked, though this question was only answered by a thud as Cassius passed out. "Damn it not another one!" She said, quickly going up to check on him.

Mina squat down on the floor and helped him up, resting him on her belly and checking to see if he was breathing. He was still alive thankfully, but he was out cold. Now that Mina knew he was safe she sighed and looked up. "By Ifrit's fiery mane!" She shouted, seeing just how much bigger it was on the inside.

“Darn it, I planned to do that.” Bela had not been thinking on such a grander scale, but that was going to be her intention. That seemed like the same magic used for the Candle Witch’s bag, which she had planned to use as a conduit for the magic. She crossed her arms in frustration and jealousy. So much for getting into their good graces like that. Time to formulate an alternative strategy for the group.

"That's what it seems like, Firin." Nodding to Max, Eric went to go help Roxanne with getting back onto her feet. Besides, he didn't even want to know what in the world happened to Mina just now to cause her to be so outraged. He was surprised by Cassius sudden gesture of helping the group rather than helping himself. For now, the Lancer was trying to stave off the Warlock's hormonal induced gaze. "You want to take his remains? Didn't this guy try to kill us?"

"Right, because that worked so well for Vor'dra..." The lancer thumbs towards the now very pregnant succubus following behind it's master with a pleasantly plump smile on her face. She tied with Mina for loving every moment of her roundness. "Well, do what you want." Eric picks up the satchel and hands it to Roxanne so she would not have to bend down herself. "We can at least put him in a jar if there is an empty one."

Eric stood by the door, awaiting on the others to sort out their own issues. "Oh let her have her fun. Look how happy she is. Besides, it keeps her wandering eyes off me." Eric threw Vor'dra a not amused look of his own. He had enough problems with Roxanne, he did not need her professionally tempting him as well. "You, behave yourself." Doubting it would work, he gave it a try anyway.

(I've totally forgotten what we put out here for our characters to go to, I remember we burnt down the last wizard school we went to. Wasn't the goal of this trip a monastry or something?)

"Here let me help you with those Firin." Roxanne offers, patting the open seat next to her. "Don't want any of those cuts getting infected..."

Completely forgetting about the newest member of their group (she did join in mid battle so Roxanne has an excuse for forgetting) Roxanne turned her attention to the elf. "The same could be asked of you, but you asked so I shall answer first. As you discovered by touching those pesky idols of ours, we are afflicted by some sort pregnancy curse. The child or children within our wombs feed off of whatever magic we use. So in order to reverse or remove the curse we're seeking outside help."

Resisting only made Vor'dra that much more playful as Eric soon discovered. While Roxanne controlled the creatures they still maintained a good portion of freewill as long as their actions did not put them in conflict with their master's orders. Grinning the succubus advanced on Eric, her swollen belly and ripe breasts jiggling with every step, the skimpy outfit she normally wore even more so now that she was pregnant. Standing proudly before the lancer in all her maternal glory, the succubus whispered something in a demonic tongue which only Roxanne understood verbally but the words translated themselves in Eric's mind. You know you wanna touch it... the words said.

OOC: How is my 3DS better at posting on Gaia than my phone is? Long story short, my computer's keyboard shut down on me. I need to get the thing repaired or invest in something newer.)

Eric would had backed away, but there wasn't really anywhere to move. She had him pinned to the carriage with her fruitful orbs of flesh. "One, you could just ask anyone here for help with that. Two, i've dealt with your master's temptations. You're not that much different, just more direct about it. I don't need this from you as well." He was a weak man, but it would take more than that from Vor'dra. "You know you want me to touch it more than I would want to. How about you say please, and maybe i'll consider it. He says playing into her desires, after all, he had seen how she reacted to being told to stop by her master. He would be her work around the rather cruel order.

(Well, better add her to the scenes of the UBC Re-Edit alongside Eclipse now that she seems to be a character all her own.)

"Here's a word I'm sure is in that cruelty eccentric vocabulary of yours..." A lone finger ran down the middle of her swollen belly. Enough to get her attention, but not enough to give her what she truly desired. And yet, enough to do what she wanted, but not enough to be controlled by her whims mused in his ears. "Beg." Eric hears the words echo through his head, but had not want to let her have her fun yet. He wanted to know if she really meant please because she could not say it or was manipulating his words.