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House Helston / Re:
« on: July 18, 2018, 11:31:54 AM »
Interesting topic cane up today, Helston Cruise lines. A little thought provoking.

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House Helston / Re:
« on: May 08, 2018, 10:31:24 PM »
In Mother Helston, Cake eat you!

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House Helston / Re:
« on: February 05, 2018, 01:34:12 PM »
:: Tries the Jedi thing:: "These are not the Helstons you're looking for...

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House Helston / Re: Penance
« on: September 16, 2017, 12:59:41 PM »
The next morning came slowly. Kuori woke with an unfamiliar pounding in her head and an innate sense that something wasn?t right. Sunlight lanced across her eyes in an angry line from the room?s lone window. Getting to the edge of the bed felt like forever. Her whole body was responding differently than normal. She found a robe, folded neatly, on the room?s only chair that was simple and in the same pattern as every other found in Chryrie?s temple.

Sluggish movements got the robe on and properly fastened where it needed to be. Her tattered rags were nowhere to be found.  Everything from her balance to weight and movement felt horribly off. She made it out of the room with an awkward gait. What finally stopped her was the way her hand closed around the knob of the door. Rather than dominate it in her palm, the cool metal felt bigger, requiring more pressure to turn the metal mechanics of it.

Tumblers began to click in place leaving one thing absolutely clear to her. She needed to locate Khoom and find out exactly what he?d done to her. She passed others along the way towards his offices, brushing by them with hardly a glance. She doesn?t even look up to any of them to make contact as they move by her.

Wait?.

Kuori stops dead in her tracks to really look about herself when the reality finally set in. She?s the same size as everyone else. Khoom took her physical power, her presence?.

So this was her penance. To be just like everyone else for once.

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House Helston / Penance
« on: September 04, 2017, 03:49:09 PM »
Kuori?s large hand rested on the door of Chryrie?s temple, hesitant, fearful. Were they still looking for her? She couldn?t be sure. She had ideas about how this could go, all of them painful. For everyone, not just herself. Her tongue slipped out to wet anxiety dry lips. She felt her heart pounding within her considerable chest. The powerful goliath took a steadying breath and walked inside the temple, going for the main hall of worship. She?s avoided this for too long. It?s time to stop running and face her fate here...even if what transpired was beyond her abilities to prevent.

As she walks by, she felt the eyes of acolytes upon her. Heard the hushed whispers of shock. They know her sins. Things she needs to answer for. One of those acolytes turned and fled from the hall, bare feet pelting the smooth wooden floors in a mad dash to find the High Priest.  Within moments, heavy footfalls came at a run toward the hall. Vyska, Chryrie?s Champion, rounded the corner in full regalia.  His lip curled in a feral snarl as he slowed, sheathing his weapon.  ?Kuori.  You will put your weapons on the floor and surrender.  Now.?

This. This, Kuori expected and had knowingly come unarmed. She held her hand out, palms up, and unfastened the clasp to her cloak. Beneath it she wore armor of tattered rags. Her gray skin showing through several rips and tears as the single garment, like a tunic hung down to her knees with a simple leather belt tied about her shapely hips. She kept her hands held high as she walked towards Vyska, her face a stoic mask.

 ?I am here to seek penance?? Her own bare feet grazed across the wooden floors in calm, even, strides as she advanced on the Kirn-Ular

Vyska clamped his mouth tightly closed, fingers curling tightly.  ?It is not my place to assign penance to you.  That is for Khoom to decide.?  Mercilessly, the paladin conducted a thorough search for anything hidden, because it was his duty to do so, then reached for a compartment on his belt and pulled out an elaborate set of oversized bindings for her wrists.  As he opened the bindings, his expression softened, if only a trifle.  ?I ? appreciate your cooperation.?

The sound of the bindings latching echoed loudly in the silence of the hall, as the acolytes looked on, some trembling with naked fear.  They?d heard of the goliathess, heard of her transgressions.  Some had even seen the ones she?d hurt.  They?d cared for her, during her recovery.  One and all were united in their desire to see justice.  They?d all come from pained pasts, had known torments.

While she didn?t look at any of the onlooking acolytes, she could smell their fear. It was a stench she?d come to loathe. But she knew their fears were well founded. ?I burned every bridge I?ve ever built, Vyska. Doesn?t matter whether what I did was at my own hands or the creature which controlled me. I must answer for every sin.?

Even during the Kirn-Ular?s search of her person, Kuori?s eyes remained straight ahead. She?d forgotten how large Vyska?s fingers were compared to her own. A reminder that she?s not always the biggest being in the room. Eyes forward, Kuori worked to keep her breathing steady and even despite the iceberg in the pit of her stomach. The goliath?s surface thoughts were a maelstrom of what ifs that sought to feed her doubts and unease about what lay ahead of her.

Vyska remembered a quote someone once told him.  If you have to kill a man, it costs nothing to be polite.  A very wise opinion ? but not quite applicable here.  Killing was the last thing on his mind.  Still ? ?If you will walk with me.?  The bindings had no chains between them, simply holding her wrists bound crossed before her.  Thick, and well-constructed, they seemed formidable indeed.  Turning a half-turn, the paladin lifted an arm to indicate the way, and inclined his head.  ?Please.?  

No acolytes followed them from the hall ? none wished to be anywhere nearby when Chryrie?s wrath descended.  Thus, the noise of their steps echoed softly off of sun-warmed stone and wood, as Vyska walked beside her.  Soon, they came to a moderately unassuming door, where Vyska crooked a knuckle and knocked, once.  From inside, came a painfully neutral voice, and a single word.  ?Enter.?

Ushered through the door, Kuori?s determination stayed true to her resolve that this must be done. She fought to keep her inner turmoil from breaching the defenses of facial features. She didn?t look around the room about her, instead she focused on the blue Kirn across from her. He looked good, if stern. She knew this would not be a pleasant meeting for any involved. However, she didn?t speak; instead, she waited for Khoom?s next action.

Khoom, for his part, looked nothing at all like his usual hedonistic, smiling self.  Grim-faced, fingers steepled under his chin, elbows resting on his desk, dressed in all his formal attire.  The golden medallion bearing Chryrie?s sigil gleamed against the dark fur of his chest, visible down the part of the vest.  Across from him, a single oversized chair sat empty, waiting.  ?Kuori.?  He nodded, once, indicating the chair, then turned his eyes back to the paladin.  ?You may go.  Stand watch outside.?

As Vyska closed the door behind him, Khoom locked eyes with the goliathess, hiding none of his formidable will.  Shrewdly, he gauged her appearance, her demeanor, all the telltale quirks her body language gave away that her face kept hidden.  Even his empathy, usually kept under tight guard, came into play, reading the churning sea of emotion behind her eyes.

She moved to take her seat and did her best to smooth down the lines of her tunic, bending to sit as close to proper as she could. Her hands rested nervously upon her lap while watching Khoom. It was a struggle to keep silent when all she wanted was to scream her apologies. However she knew that will come eventually. A distant hope that despite the severity of the punishments awaiting her, they?d be swift.

?You look like hell, Kuori.?  A statement of fact, really.  Beggars wore less tattered attire than this.  Rising slowly, Khoom turned to a cupboard behind his desk, and drew out a tray, with two mugs and a pitcher of tea, with cubes of ice floating freely within.  With an expression that brooked no argument, he set one before her and poured, before filling his own and sitting again.  ?And, you?ve quite vexed my paladin.  He?s been searching everywhere he could reach for you.?

?After...Thea,? Kuori paused here, hanging her head in shame. ?I went to Thorn seeking a place to hide because I was scared of what was happening to me. The urges that were consuming my thoughts. Well?.that same darkness, which I now know was a demon, tried to use my body to attack her. As it did Thea, and Jak, and others. I lost. Soundly.?

?I see.?  Khoom picked up his tea, took a thoughtful sip, and regarded Kuori once more.  He could see the regret, the trepidation, the desolation of knowing that people she?d come to care for were hurt, and by her hand.  ?So Thorn gave you refuge??  The fact that Thorn hadn?t come to him with this information stung, but didn?t surprise.  Thorn was a law unto herself, as was Roan, and he held no power there other than the bonds of friendship.

?I don?t know if refuge would be the right word. She nearly killed me. But rather than let me die, she put me in a sleep of sorts. Helped me, heal. Not just physically. Rather than fighting what was controlling me over my own body...we were both locked inside, unable to hide from one another.? She was divulging many things that weren?t being asked, she knew it, but there?s no point in hiding anything. These were all words that need to be said. Slowly, she reached forward to take the mug of tea in her hands. Her large fingers cradling it delicately.

Solemnly, Khoom nodded, taking another sip and keeping a careful watch.  Wordlessly, he urged the goliathess to continue her tale, mentally passing along every scrap of information to his patron.  He wasn?t afraid, not even with these revelations of possession.  If Kuori, or whatever had claimed a hold upon her, wished to harm him, he had his defenses.

?The Other, was me. At least a part of me. It mocked and taunted me for refusing to give in to things. For holding back. For not subjugating a weaker person to my wants. It fed on my secret enjoyment of?.? Kuori shook her head, not wanting to voice that darker part of herself, not even in this confessional. ?Like something took the darkest parts of who I am, and gave it a will of its own.?

?Ah.  A ? personal demon, then.  And now??  Khoom leaned forward, setting his mug down and fixing her with an unblinking  . that seemed to penetrate deep.  ?Do you feel ? healed?  Whole??  Careful questions, all of these.  

?I?? she struggled to formulate her thoughts. ?No. What I feel is ashamed and sick. I don't know if I'll ever feel whole again.?

?I do not know either.  But all of those feelings ? those are promising.  Those tell me that you are ? truly repentant.?  Sitting back in his chair, elbows on the chair?s arms, fingers steepled, he focused even tighter on her eyes, under half-closed lids.  ?And, this Other.  She is ? once again dormant?  Purged, somehow?  What did you do, Kuori?  How did you manage to regain enough control to come and seek help??

?It told me that I created it. Months ago, a hand mirror was delivered to my house by parcel. There was an inscription on the back of it. That there are two wolves in all of us, the stronger one...is the one you feed. When I looked into the mirror, this Other or evil wolf woke up. After looking in the mirror, I started having spells. Hours out of the day where I couldn?t remember what I did or where I went. Not until I started getting messages from coworkers saying ?You were great last night, I look forward to it again? or...it broke the arm of one of my subordinates at work for posturing about being strong.? Her voice steadily cracked with each word. ?Then it started attacking my friends, right after I?d made a decision to go to them and seek help. First Jak, then Thea, Thorn. Every bridge I built...it wanted to burn and it did.?

Again, Khoom nodded slowly.  All of this was important information, but it didn?t answer what he?d asked.  Patience, he told himself.  Patience would win the day here.  In the meantime, an idea was blossoming in his mind.  Inspired by Chryrie, or a seed growing in the fertile soil of memory, he couldn?t say.  Either way, it seemed fitting.

?After its failed attack on Thorn, I started hearing whispers. I don?t know if they were her, or something else. But the struggle was that I didn?t accept parts of myself. The things the Other fed on. ? She couldn?t look anywhere except at her hands as she spoke. ?I didn?t accept that everything it represented, could be balanced to what I still wanted to be. That I could be feminine and strong. Warrior and Lady. There did not need to be an either or. Could enjoy dominating men and being emotionally open with women??

?And you believe you have found this balance?  And that this will keep the ? Other ? at bay??  He had to keep that point at the forefront, because it was the most crucial part of his blossoming plan.  ?It is what brought you here??

She made a face at that question. ?I don?t know!? The words actually shouted. ?Give me a weapon and point me at an enemy...that I know. A door that?s stuck, I can kick it open. This?? Her hands gestured between them, ?The thing that took me over? This is mage games. The abstract, there isn?t a physical enemy for me to slay and put down. I don?t know how to fight this. I?m fighting my own mind?.?

?You have always been fighting your own mind, Kuori.  As do we all.  That is morality.  That is knowing what is right, and what is wrong.  Knowing what is the proper thing to do, what the honorable thing to do might be.?  Khoom rose then, the medallion swinging like a heavy pendulum as he rested his fists on the desk.  ?The acolyte told me that you seek penance.  Why??

She leaned forward with her hands opening and closing, practically clenching at the air. Kuori didn?t look at Khoom, merely her hands while taking several breaths to put her words straight. ?I?? it was a rough start as she took a deep, steadying, breath.

 ?It. Hurt people. Several that I care about. It was my body used as the weapon...so, I seek forgiveness for my own ease. Maybe getting those I hurt to forgive me, I?ll be able to forgive myself. Eventually.? There it was. The simple truth of the matter as Kuori saw it. If those she hurt can forgive her, there might be a chance to move beyond what happened.

? ? ?  Khoom fell quiet for a long moment, still appraising her, before he spoke.  ?Do you think that you have this Other subdued?  If I allow you to remain here, to serve this penance, is this Other going to be a danger to those already here??  While he spoke, he silently beseeched Chryrie for the knowledge and power to make his idea reality.  But first, he needed to know.

?I don?t have an answer, Khoom. Struggling with it for as long as I did, being told that I had to embrace it as part of me. Part of who I really am? It just disappeared when I did that...I?m not sure if it?s gone, or if we?re one and the same now?? She looked upon Khoom with wide, helpless eyes.

?Then ? I suppose we have no choice but to find out.  You wish for penance?  You wish to somehow, some way, find a slim chance of atoning for your sins??  The mug of tea in Khoom?s hand clicked ominously on the desk as he rose, fur fluffing as he drew in the power.  ?So be it.  But, I will not risk you being a danger to this temple and the people we help here.  People like the ones you ? and this Other ? hurt.?  Lifting a hand, he extended his arm out, palm facing her, and a bright sigil began tracing over the surface of his palm.  ?To understand someone, you must live as they do.?

?Yes.? The answer was immediate and firm.

?Then so be it.?  Khoom?s eyes flashed in a stony mask of concentration, and the sigil flared brightly.

(this was a log form a long stretch back to wrap up part of one story and begin a new. Thanks to Khoom's player for working with me! ))

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House Helston / Re:
« on: March 07, 2017, 09:59:26 PM »
So I posted a lot of back-logged writing. Some of it was all ready up on GreaterRealms. I cleaned it up to fit with RDI guidelines as best I could. There's more to come!

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House Helston / Re:
« on: March 07, 2017, 08:24:20 PM »
A restless sleep finds the normally indomitable woman from the mountains feeling haggard and drained. Hours spent riding the border realm between wakeful and true sleep. She could feel her other self prowling the edges of her consciousness. It's primal urges dripping into her thoughts like a faucet that refuses to seal properly. And the worst part, she started to like what it had in mind. The havoc it wanted to wreak. Abandon all senses in pursuit of physical perfection and a swath of domination.

A heavy shudder courses through her powerful back as she approaches the Brambles. Kuori knows of Thorn and Roan's villa, but not where. This would have to do. She looks up and down the crosswalk from under the tattered cloak covering her. It doesn't do much to hide her, however the patchwork repairs and her own size cause more than a few to cross the street rather than walk past her.

Kuori's legs clear the street in next to an instant as she ducks within the Brambles.

The redneck's wandering, taking sometime after scouting potential lots to tear down and rebuild as parks to just, breathe and consider.  A few moments stolen to ease up and relax.

Around her the courtyard of the Brambles was alive with the sound of water burbling into a small pond, trickling down a copper rainchain from a stone backed waterwall, the murmur of voices in quiet conversation.  And still, even with people about there was privacy afforded.

Such was the design of the place, and the courtyard, that if you so wished, you could be utterly alone and less than three feet from another person.  

At the moment the redneck was feeding the colorful koi that swam lazily through the green depths of the pond and threaded around and through the water plants.  Laughing quietly, gaily, as a particularly bold fellow in silver and grey nudged its back against her hand for a stroke as well as a treat.

Kuori's arrival was not one to have been missed, and the tail end of Thorn's laugh caught the other woman even as her smile reached out across the distance in warm welcome.  

The laughter is heard, but not returned as Kuori stands in place. A still point in the distance. She hesitates before advancing in forced steps. By the strain on her face, she's fighting for every determined step. Her face is smeared with grime the closer she gets to Thorn. The ends of her normallly lustrious red hair are split and frayed from several days without care.

The Brambles was, is, a welcoming place with all the hearth fire warmth that the redneck herself exudes.  A place of comfort and soothing.  At least for those who can, or will accept it.
Something told the redneck that, currently, Kuori wasn't in a place to accept it.  The sound in Thorn's throat was distress and concern tangled with worry.  As Kuori neared the redneck, the blonde's nature reached out to her surroundings.  

The distance Kuori had to cross shortened, while that between their little pocketand the others widened.  A bubble created just like that; they'd might as well be the only ones there currently.  
And yet. And yet, even with that assurance of privacy and discretion, she waited to speak.  Just offered a place for the giant to settle if she could, a safe place.

Though her stance is stoic, spine straight with her head high, Kuori's eyes are wide. Even a little fearful, manic. "Thorn..." the woman's name a plea.

Whatever the redneck did around them is beyond her ability to comprehend. Magics and spacial manipulation a thing she'd never understand in a hundred lifetimes. "I..." her tongue flounders for what has to be said next. Her desire to find answers ripping them from her lips even as every fiber is screaming to not be so weak. "Need help..."

I need help. Words only said by the strongest of people. Able to admit they've reached the end of their tether.

That unspoken plea took hold, tangled its way around the redneck's heart and squeezed.  The warmth, the friendly welcome and constantly there offer of comfort throbbed in response.  Pulsed outward to encompass the other woman even as Thorn herself rose and, in a pose that might seem ludicrous to some, opened her arms for the giant-woman.

"Aww baby. Tell me."  Simple words without a lick of command behind them.  Plainly an offer, a suggestion, an invitation.  Something was drastically wrong and she'd do her level best to help the other woman in anyway she could.

The Abyss would open and all of its inhabitants go on a earthly vacation before Kuori ever actually shed a tear. However, the connection of her knees hitting the ground is a deafening knell in itself. Even felled as she is, Kuori remains taller than Thorn.

No longer holding the cloak tight to herself, it falls around Kuori's legs. Her clothing is shredded and torn as through she'd barely escaped with her life. Modesty be damned as she moves forward and places her head on Thorn's shoulder. "I'm losing my mind..." she whispers gently.

Taller or not, the redneck wrapped her arms around Kuori as far as they'd reach and held on.  One hand came up to stroke and pet that strained and splilt mane of red.  Cheek pressed to temple, the woman quietly offered comfort and connection, a grounded and centered place to hold to and be held by.

Kuori's whisper, the gentle confession of the something that had been off about her friend for some time now had Thorn nodding, a slow, near tender drag of skin over skin before she kissed the woman'sbrow.  "What's been happening love?"

As of yet, she'd make no comment upon the state Kuori's clothes, skin, hair, appearances were in.  They were signs, symptoms to be dealt with later.

"I've hurt people..." she murmurs against Thorn's neck. Kuori's breath comes in hot blasts.

"Friends...my best friend." she continues. Her arms slowly wrap around Thorn, not nearly clinging to the other woman while being drawn in.

The petting, the soothing stroke of her hands flowed down Kuori's hair and across her shoulders in a continuous, smooth loop that seemed tireless.  

"Why did you hurt them?"  In some cases, possibly this as well, the how and the why were tangled together in a way that asking after the right one first, would kick loose both at once.  

She'd hold on as long as Kuori needed her to. As long as the other woman could and would accept it.  Reaching out, trusting enough to reach out was hard enough without feeling futher out in the cold while doing it.

Because it was fun... The malevolent words threaten to spill from her lips before they're choked back in a gasp. "I don't know why..." Once more that intimate whisper into Thorn's neck.

"I saw what I did to them, like in a dream...." Kuori trails off in a steadying shudder.

Someone, something knows why.  Words unspoken, not a hint at their potential given.  The choked gasp, so reminiscent of days long gone had her humming briefly, a hushing, soothing sound as one would for a distraught friend.  A loved one.

"Like in a dream."  A murmured echo in thoughtful tones.  "You, but not you?"  

Retribution, repayment, penance for those as-of-yet unowned acts would come eventually.  For the now the redneck's intent was to steady her friend, help her find her own footing amid the morass of guilt and fear and terror and a thousand other bitter-bile salted emotions.

"Left Jak for dead in a cave..." she begins feeling her throat constrict. Like a hand is closing around her windpipe, threatening to crush it if she confesses any more. "Raped....Thea, took her from her home...."

Head to knees, Kuori is shaking in Thorn's arms. Disgusted and angry all at once by deluge of admission coming from her lips. "Humiliated men at work, emasculated them in front of others because they deserved it..." The words become harder to force out from between her teeth.

"I saw myself do all these things, but I wasn't in control. I lost control...."

For the span of a blink her hand stills, pauses in its soothing petting when Kuori's confessions begin before picking right up again.  

"Lost control of yourself, or someone, something else Kuori?"  She didn't offer absolution, because that wasn't her place. Wasn't her charge.  Instead she offered help to change what could be changed.  Support in facing what, eventually, would have to be faced.  

A hand up while walking a path.  

Her rats nest of sullied red shifts as she shakes her head. She doesn't know. "I heard myself, saw everything...felt...everything."

"and I liked it...enjoyed overpowering...knowing they couldn't..." she chokes on every word feeling her tongue start to swell i her own throat. A mind of it's own, she feels a powerful surge course through her muscles.

In an instant, her arms are crushing around Thorn as she surges to her feet. "And they deserved it for being weak and vulnerable!"

The broken, ragged speech pattern ends. Like a switch being thrown, her words become deep, silken, domineering. A whole different personality in the words, but all the same voice.

Whatever she might've said to Kuori, whatever she might've said to soothe and reassure the giant-woman was lost in that change.  The suddenness of it was surprising.

It was likely the  surprise that had her still for a heartbeat's span. Amethyst eyes narrowed, all the warmth and welcome smothered in brittle cold.  And the hearth fire's warmth within her went from tender and kind, to raging.  

Hot enough to melt and warp stone before the other woman's last word died in the air.  Here was a Power wrapped in giant's arms.  This was no easy meat.  

"Let me go, or die here."  Coldly, calmly, utterly truth.  Much as she loved Kuori, she'd sear the woman to ash and cinder to stop the other.

Undeterred by the words, the shift within Thorn, her arms squeeze powerfully as she says. "There's the real you...thought you'd never come out." Not taunting, not mocking. An admission followed by velvety insane laughter.

"I'm always the real me."  Power touched or not, the redneck was always herself.  

Wrists snapped up, her hands tipped down.  Handflowers flowed and shifted as the metal receded, ran down her wrists and hands to pool at the base of her fingers before coalescing, stretching into blades. Long enough, sharp enough, strong enough, to pierce the scaled hide of a Wyrm, four per hand curving forward.  Curling to press against Kuori's skin at the nape of her neck and throat. The heat surged, stealing the oxygen from the air and sending the fish to deeper waters in the now steaming pond.  Stone cracked and softened under the giant's feet.  

"Last chance."

A darkness floats behind Kuori's eyes, looking out behind their lovely shade. "Yes, yes it is...." Legs bend slightly and then hurl them skyward.

"No."  Blades bit and dug where they'd tickled moments before. And whether or not they did damage, the redneck was gone.  Shadows and shade pooled between them, and through those the redneck stepped.  

Once more on the ground. This time outside the Brambles.  

"This place is closed to you."  Power sang in the Sealing.  The giantess would no longer be allowed to enter the Brambles.  

The landing is heavy when Kuori comes down. Cobble and asphalt crack and splinter in a webwork around her frame. Blood flows in a river from the wounds about her neck. Her smile remains as she looks down at her own reflection. Kuori's facial features twist and contort. Two minds fighting for control of a single face as she collapses in a growing pool of her own blood. "You've no friends left...I win..."

Closed as the Brambles were, the redneck was not.  Right hand snapped again, reversing the motion that had enacted the spell that brought about the blades.  Bare handed there now, and cautious, she approached.  Her left hand poised in what would be a mortally damaging strike should it be needed, she wasn't dropping her guard.

Mindless of the blood she walked through the redneck checked the giant's pulse, and cast a spell to seal the wounds. To close the flesh to prevent further blood loss.  

"Now, what the **** am I going to do with you?"  A rhetorical question really, as for the moment, the only thing she could do was bind the other woman and pen her.  And hope that would hold her.

Time moves slowly when it feels like you?re dying. Floating in the space between wakefulness and a deep sleep, Kuori?s mind wanders. A steady chill builds.

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House Helston / Re:
« on: March 07, 2017, 08:17:41 PM »
The Temple of Chryrie looms like a beacon for the disenfranchised women of Rhydin. The abused, the lost, the scorned, and the wounded are all welcome. That isn't the case for some. Especially not when they've been branded for a truly heinous act. There are some bridges that once they've been burned, are just broken chasms.

A figure moves through the halls quietly, especially for one so large. It times every darting movement with the guttering nuances of torch light. Stealth is something the figure is not a stranger too. If anything, rather adept at moving quickly and quietly.

This night is planned, she needed to see Thea. To speak with her. Two days of observing from a far, just to speak with someone she was so close to. More than a friend, sister, even lover. Thea was family.

She pulls up short to a corner and listens closely. it wouldn't do to be caught unawares in this of all places. She holds her cloak close to her chest. The garment is torn and stained from where she found it in the gutters of an alley. Stained. Much like her reputation. Years of work, broken, for what?

Eventually Kuori reaches the door to Thea's chambers. With one final look about herself, she slips inside. The heavy door creaking gently.

It had been a few weeks since Thea had come to the Temple, bruised inside and out, shaken to the core by what had happened. Most of that time had been spent here in these chambers; she was too shaken to trust the world beyond the walls just yet. Visitors came and went, well-wishes arrived, and she still struggled.

It wasn't the injuries that had done so much damage - indeed, she'd been lucky to escape with a few bruises and cuts. No, it was the biting shock of being betrayed by someone she had trusted, someone she had opened up to in a way she had done with very few others. The violation of that trust would be with her for a very long time to come.

As the heavy door creaked softly, alerting her to the arrival of someone else into what had become her safe place, she sighed, rolling onto her back on the bed to look over at the door. A moment later, she was up on her feet, her eyes wide and wild with genuine fear as her hand groped for something, anything, she might be able to use as a weapon.

That look. Like a dagger, twisting into her soul.Gazing upon Thea, the powerfully built Kuori couldn't have felt smaller. Hands up, palms out, she looks upon Thea in utter anguish. "I just want to talk..."

Kuori's voice is a rushed whisper across the space. She doesn't move from her spot near the door, if anything, fully ready to run the way she came. "I need to talk..." she pleads.

"It was you." Spoken softly, but with conviction, those words were painful enough to say, let alone to hear. "Two people knew where my apartment was. You, and Emer. But it wasn't Emer who broke in, who trashed my bedroom, who knocked me out, and ..." She shuddered, shaking her head, taking a firmer grip on the candlestick in her hands. "Why?"
Kuori shakes her head in defiance of Thea's accusation. Gripping her head in her scalp, she combs strong fingers through her hair as if to straighten out her own thoughts. "It wasn't me, I wouldn't, ever..."

Her thick accent cracks and breaks. Furiously she shakes her head at how broken her world has gotten. The cloak slips, gapes, revealing a tattered and torn white dress beneath. Her bare feet are muddied with filfth from hiding. The hem of the dress about her calves is gray and wet from stooping. "I know how this all looks, but I need you to beleive me. It wasn't me...."

Electricity crackled along the shaken masseuse's skin as she shuddered again, taking a step further back. "Who was it, then?" she demanded to know. "How could someone else possibly know so much about me - enough to take advantage of me without even a hint of danger to themselves?"

"I don't know..." she says. Her words barely above a whisper, almost inaudible.

"First at home, someone attacked me in the bathroom." She goes back to the beginning. "Woke up, my bedroom trashed, the puppies scared. Messages on my phone saying I bedded coworkers.." She shakes her head, shuddering.

"I don't know...nothing makes sense. I knew what was being done to you, could feel it. Seeing myself on top of you..." another shudder, Kuori looks as if she's about to completely wretch.

Kuori wasn't the only one sickened by that memory. Thea's stomach turned over, the color draining from her face. "Don't ..." she whispered, not wanting to go back to that moment, even in her mind. The moment when someone she had considered to be her best friend broke every bond of trust in seeking out her own desires without a care for the consequences. "What is going on?"

For what feels like the hundreth time, she can only whisper. "I don't know...."

Then a shuddering breath as she stands just a little taller. "But I'm trying to find out. I needed to know you were.." what could she say? Safe? All right?

"I should go. Vyska's very skilled at hunting..." She stands there, looking at Thea in utter defeat.

A part of Thea wanted to reach out to her, to help the woman who had been her friend through whatever was happening. But that part was tiny when compared to the rest of her; the rest that remembered pain and torment of a sort under familiar hands, deeply afraid of inviting more of the same if she showed even a hint of weakening. She shook her head violently, swallowing hard as she looked away from Kuori. "Just go," she whispered, hot tears already splashing onto her cheeks. "Please, just go."

Just go. Two words that hurt the most. "Thea...I..." she starts to protest, a hand reaching out to her friend. A hand that falls short.

The door is left open in her retreat from the room. For a long moment, there was silence in her wake. Then quiet, heart wrenching sobs, barely muffled, reaching out to touch the goliathess' ears in her retreat. The damage had already been done.

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House Helston / Re:
« on: March 07, 2017, 08:10:11 PM »
A long day at work brought Thea home later than usual, stifling a yawn as she approached her own door. She'd taken to wearing the collar again while she was working - too many people were antsy about getting shocked, however unlikely it was to happen. One finger scratched at her skin beneath the worked metal as she reached to put the key in the lock ... and paused, frowning at the broken handle. Dropping her bag down to free her hands, she rippled her fingers, igniting sparks, and carefully eased inside, reaching for the light switch. "Hello?"

Silence accompanies her words save for the click of the light switch that fails in its job to bring forth light to her home.

Suspicion bloomed in Thea's expression as she waited for her eyes to adjust, not bothering to test the switch again. She didn't have any weapons, save the baseball bat beside her bed, or a knife from the kitchen, and she was loath to use her natural spark to hurt anyone. With any luck, whoever had broken in was long gone. Still cautious, she edged through the main room, sliding a hand through the door to her bedroom to test the light switch in there.

The light flicks on to a disturbing sight. Her bedroom ransacked. The mattress flipped over along with most of her garments littering the floor. Bras, panties, hosiery and clothes all.

The peripheral glimpse of what had been done to her bedroom was enough to draw her full attention, disturbed by the attention to detail that seemed to have been spent on emptying her closet of everything she owned. "What the **** ..." Forgetting to check the darkened room behind her any further, she turned to step into the bedroom, a sick feeling rising in her stomach at the thought of someone doing this to her home.

Three steps in, something squishes between her toes. Crusted at the edges, a look down reveals a blue pair of hosiery, stained in something white.

Glancing down, Thea's frown deepened. This was growing more disturbing by the minute. Bending, she picked up the soiled item carefully, sniffing at it. "Oh, that's disgusting ..." She dropped the blue cloth quickly, wiping her hand on her yoga pants as she straightened up again.

"Well, I couldn't wait for you to get home..." a voice booms from behind her. Right on it's heels, a hand clamps over her mouth, the cloth reeks of strange chemicals as she's hoisted up into a powerful bear of a hug.

"Wh -" Whatever she might have said or done, they wouldn't ever know. Lifted off her feet, Thea screamed into the closeting muffle of the hand that had covered her mouth and nose, forced to breathe in whatever the cloth was soaked in as she thrashed in the grip that wrapped about her. Her last thought as the chemicals overwhelmed her senses was this ... that there was only one person she knew who could move so silently and yet be so strong. But why? As consciousness faded, her flailing limbs grew heavy, and she fell limp in the grip of her captor, entirely at their mercy.

When Thea awakens, she finds herself chained to a table with something is wedged into her mouth, holding it in a wide oval. Her surroundings are of stone and and conveyors, an old factory of some sort. A cooing purr of a laugh comes from somewhere off to her right.

"You're awake. Good." The words are dark, husky, and full of promise. Thea's abductor advances into the light with a full lipped smile. With clothing on, the indomitable goliath came off as intimidating. Bereft of all garments, she?s absolutely sinister. Every steady breath causes an undulation of flesh down her powerful torso. The interplay of muscles display a choreography in the pursuit of physical perfection.

"It's been so long, I just had to have you..." she whispers beside Thea's ear. Her eyes are wide, manic, as she bends down to lay her head on the woman's chest.

"Please don't be mad at me, Thea. I don't like it when you're mad." The words contrast with her every action as Kuori's hands grip Thea's shirt, ripping it open in a single tug.

The sudden savagery that tore her shirt open makes Thea shriek. She flinches back as far as the chains would allow her, unable to cover herself. "Ples ... plese, Kori, don't do dis," she heard herself beg, frightened for the first time of the goliathess. The same endearing woman who had become such a treasured friend over the past months. "You don't want do dis. Nod lie dis." The object in her mouth making it impossible to enunciate. Thea keeps slurping down her own drool, feeling it pool around her gums.

"You don't understand. I need this." Despite her size, the words are soft with yearning. Her mouth closes over Thea's.

I will not cry. I will not give in ?[i/] Concentration shatters as she shakes violently feeling hot liquid trickle from between her legs.

"Get off her!" The voice that comes from Kuori isn't the same that's been torturing her. Filled with a white anger, there comes a deafening crash. A fist sends the massive woman flying off of Thea with jarring force.

The shock of that strike rippled through Thea's bound form as well. She gasped, choking on the fluid collected on her tongue, coughing violently as she renewed her struggles to get loose. That voice ... it had sounded like Kuori, but ... Confusion didn't have room to be felt in the maelstrom of pain, anger, and fear, panic giving her the strength to hurt herself with the bite of the chains into ankles and wrists.

A powerful hand shatters the chains binding Thea in place followed by thick, black fingers undoing the rig about her face. All in a flash of dark skin and heaving breasts. "Run Thea! Before..." then she's gone, appearing to be thrown backwards where a section of wall collapses. It all takes place just beyond the light around her.

Breathless, coughing, she rolled away from the chains that had held her, not needing to be told twice to run. Who had saved her, she wondered. What the hell was going on? It couldn't be Kuori, could it? And if her rescuer, suddenly thrown away, was Kuori, then who had been wearing her face? Spitting a mouthful of bile and vomit, Thea scrambled to get away, ignoring the scrape of stone against her hands and knees, stumbling onto her feet as she ran in the first direction that came to her.

Thunder rattles the rafters behind her fleeing form. The sound of two titans waging war.

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House Helston / Re:
« on: January 03, 2017, 11:33:25 PM »
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Dragon's Tales / Re:
« on: May 09, 2016, 11:07:02 PM »
((The following post contains mature themes and situation and adult content. ))

She didn't respond as she carried the last few items into the building, looking at the taller woman only on occasion. Then she moved on to find the hearth, which didn't take too long as it was buried behind a couple of benches and eventually she had a fire started in what was once the town meeting hall.

A shrug of her massive shoulders and Kuori drops the subject altogether. While Mint works on starting a fire, Kuori begins to move around some of the furniture to clear away floor space for bedrolls as well as making the space a little more defensible. Just in case. With several rooms on the second floor and probably a cellar, Kuori understands they need fall back positions in case the night becomes harrowing.

After she finished with fixing up the fire, tossing in a few pieces of wood for good measure, she returned to the area that Kuori was making defensible. Sitting down, she pulled out a sword and began sharpening it with a whetstone.

Twisting, bending, and stacking some of the heavier pieces of furniture into choke points and places to take cover, Kuori occasionally glances at Mint in the extending silence. She feels an awkward tension and wants to just confront the what happened outside. However, she's not sure if Mint even wants to try and touch base - Kuori stops herself in that line of thought when she imagines how they could touch bases. Shaking her head, the large warrior continues to busy herself, listening to the shhhk, shkkk of Mint's whetstone on her sword.

She only looked up briefly to admire the defenses the other woman was placing up, but her attention remained on her sharpening. She never let that edge grow dull, not one bit.

Satisfied for the time being, Kuori allows herself a moment to relax and sits across from Mint. "Sorry for earlier. That was the wrong thing to say." She finally states. Better to just get it over with. "Just haven't come across anyone like..." she starts to say.

Looks up at her with bit of a frighteningly expressionless look. "Like me?"

"Us." Kuori admits. "Like us."

The drow arched a brow at her.

She points a thick finger at the drow's upticked brow. "This is why I said show and tell." Inhaling to steady her nerves, Kuori slowly moves to her feet. She doesn't step closer to stand over Mint, the red haired woman keeps her spacial position and undoes the lacings of her breeks. With the front flap loosened, her flaccid member falls free. Even in it's softened state, it's endowment is considerable and a hand and a half long. "I was born, different than the other women of my village."

Her eyes widen briefly but her stoicism quickly returns and she manages a few quick swipes at her blade with the whetstone. "I see. I guess you're still kind of unique then, because I wasn't exactly born the way I am now...."

"You're still the first I've met to share this...." Kuori's not even sure what to call it. "Gift? Attribute?" She takes in Mint's reactions and begins to tuck herself back into her pants with care.

Always at the most awkward moments, she manages to show up, or in this case, wake up. Outside, the sun finally set and the lid to her coffin quickly popped off. Rapidly Alex sat up and looked around, taking in her surroundings. When she saw Mint and Kuori, just as the latter was stuffing herself back in, she frowned. "Already starting without me? Call me hurt."

Stares at Alex with an ever suffering sigh.

She just stares at Alex. Not a hard thing to guess Alex knew about Mint's own gifts. "Not exactly..." she says somewhat defensively

She chuckled softly as she slipped out of her coffin and wandered over to Kuori. "Now, now, no need to fib. Mint and I have had plenty a delightful romp together." She reached out, trying to grab at Kuori's crotch. "Let's see, let's see....!"

Standing up from her spot, she glared at Alex. "Now stop that."

She stuck her tongue out at Mint.

More reflex than thought, Kuori twists to the side, putting her crotch just out of arms reach, but not the rest of her. "I'm not a side-show..."

Alex pouted at her and reached for her dress' hem, lifting it up as she tugged briefly at her nylons. "No, it's okay. I have one too!" She was slipping herself out, semi-hard and stroking her length, which was impressive for her diminutive height. "See, already reeeeady for you."

 "Focus, Alex.... focus. This is a combat mission, not a brothel."

She gave Mint a raspberry. "I don't see any combat right now."

"Just because you don't see any doesn't mean it couldn't start at any moment." She ground her teeth. "Now put that away."

Kuori stares. Openly at the impressive meat in Alex's hand then looks to Mint. What are the odds? She thinks to herself. Actually she openly says it. "What are the odds...."

Looks at Kuori with a vague sigh and roll of her eyes. "Not as great as you might think, especially considering the woman we were... involved with was quite skilled with magic."

Alex rolled her shoulders and began strutting about with her dick hanging out to everyone's chagrin.

"I meant the three of coming together....like this..." her large hands motion to the three of them. "Coincidence as it may be..." she stares at Alex's shaft once more.

The dark elf spared a momentary glare at Alex before turning her attention back to Kuori. "That I couldn't tell you. Stranger things have happened in this realm, I'm sure."

She looks to Mint which pulls her focus away from what Alex is doing. "Agreed. Still an odd occurrence none the less."

She contemplated throwing something at Alex before sitting back down and sharpening her sword. "So what of it? It doesn't change the present situation; deserted mountain town and ice para-elementals out on the run somewhere."

She began sliding down her dress a bit to expose her breasts, wagging and bouncing her assets for both of them to see.

"You know, Alex... you could be more useful if you placed up some damn wards on the building."

"She's going to keep at it until she gets what she wants, isn't she?" Kuori asks of Mint.

She blinked. "Oh right, I can do magic stuff. Back in a flash!" Then she rushed out of the building--as is--and began working on some magical protections outside.

"More or less. Unless she gets distracted by something else."

 "Like putting up those wards?" She says with a smirk.

She nodded. "Exactly. Then, hopefully she'll smell something delicious with
blood in it and rush off after it and we'll have a moment of peace for a while."

She nods a little before biting her lip. "Though she wasn't entirely wrong, it was a long ride to get here. Perhaps while she's distracted we...?" The vampire certainly had gotten Kuori's mind thinking less about fighting and defense....

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House Helston / Re:
« on: September 19, 2015, 01:14:30 PM »
Their trek takes the majority of the day and carries the pair to the foothills of the Thunderkrag mountains. In the distance, the tall peaks are clouded in fog and dark clouds. Thunder season. Even so many miles away, the heavy rumble echoing off the Kilgor pass can be heard. Behind them the sun is falling out of sight.

"We've got maybe an hour until dusk..." Kuori announces with a look to Jak. They've covered thirty miles on foot with only three stops for privy use. Passing one bewildered dwarf who watched them stand side by side to relieve themselves into some roadside bushes. Poor dwarf was likely going to have nightmares about that one.

"S-So we... camp yes?" As with nighttime approaching, a little rest would be fine, and they had walked SO much! Leather made the body beneath be coated in a thin sheen of sweat, adding a glossy coat to his skin as he tracks after Kuori. Shoulders rolling as he shifts the weight of his rucksack and shield between them, muscles aching under their strain.

?Yes, in the cave ahead.? Kuori returns the map to it's scroll case and trails after Jak. Even now she's making mental notes on his decisions. "You're faced with five opponents, Jak. What's your first action?" she calls out to him while watching him move ahead of her She listens as Visk rambles about everything he could do. Kuori slowly rubs the bridge of her nose feeling a headache coming on. Not the first time for this trip, but she?s becoming convinced it?s not Jak. The pounding in her skull spreads to just behind her eyes which makes her clamp hands around her head like it wants to explode.

?Y-you okay??

Kuori hears Visk from someplace distant, miles away...and then the whisper?

I?m going to enjoy breaking this one. Pin him to the ground beneath me...with that delightful backsi-

?You will not touch him!? The words are bellowed from a place within Kuori she didn?t know about. A primal place. Where instinct and survival are the only ways of life.

Visk stares in stunned horror. Watching his teacher draw her giant morningstar and drive it into the side of the cave. Stone cracks then shatters as the entrance caves in. Kuori outside...and Jak inside. Alone.

?Forgive me Jak?.? is muffled through the lone two-inch hole letting the last sunlight through. Then all he can hear is heavy retreating footsteps.

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Dragon's Tales / Re:
« on: August 06, 2015, 07:29:24 PM »
?There aren?t any protections on this, are there?? Kuori asks while motioning to Alex? coffin. Her gaze sweeps from Mint back to the coffin as the drow unloads more of the equipment. Not knowing how Mint feels about others touching her belonging?s makes it an awkward moment.

?Or leave it be and grab something else?? She asks as an add-on, hovering near the wagon. Even as the large goliath speaks, her eyes are watching the surrounding buildings for...anything. The town is just so quiet. Dead quiet.

Kuori busies herself with helping Mint unload the other items, few as they are and take them into the building. Like the rest of the town, the house is vacant. Chairs have been kicked over, items on tables painting a dystopian weirdness.  Looking beyond the shuttered windows, she can see the sun falling behind the mountain. "With nightfall, the temperature outside is going to drop dangerously low. Better find where the firepits are and make our camp for the night. If we're lucky...there's an indoor bath."

The words hold a hopefulness to them that surprises even her. So many days on the road, just be nice to sink inside a hot, rejuvenating, bath. A girl can dream. A girl can dream.

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House Helston / Re:
« on: July 11, 2015, 09:02:18 PM »
Up well before the sun, Kuori stood before the Temple of Chryrie feeling dreadful. Sleep came lousy thanks to her increasing nightmares. Something is seriously wrong, that much she knows of. How to even begin talking about it with others? Hey, I think I'm going mad and hearing voices and having dreams that feel real. She doesn't need to be a medicine woman to know that'll get her locked up somewhere dark for a long time.

Her powerful strides take her passed acolytes in their morning routines as she traverses the maze in search of Jak. After so many months, she had a guess as to where he'd be. Her 'pupil' certainly was popular among Khoom's gaggle. All she had to do was follow the giggles.

There was certainly giggles from where Jak was right now. The main room for where the Acolytes slept and relaxed, covered in their beds and manly pillows and blankets, for the maximum comfort! Jak, his human form applied for just the day, was busy nuzzling and cuddling against a duo of acolytes, one with long, flowing auburn hair and the other with equally long wave of blonde hair that curled around the trio among the pillows. Silk pants and a loose vest was all he wore, and the acolytes wore just a thin sheen of silk themselves, and much of their figure was indeed visible.
Thankfully they haven't become TOO preoccupied just yet....

For one of her...dimensions, Kuori could summon a surprising degree of stealth when she needed to. Walking toe to heel as the hunters do, she glides closer to the little squirming pile and leans against a support pillar.

She crosses her thick arms under her breasts and merely watches for the time being. In her mind, she's counting how long it takes them to collectively notice her presence.

Giggles spewed out from between the girls as their fingers played through his blonde hair, small little whispers shared between them all with idle hands beginning to wander as well...Jak emitted a low purr as both arms looped around the girls and drew them closer, but that was when...

"Isn't that Kuori!?" The blonde announced to Jak's ears, making the lad turn his eyes across the room and to...Oh.

She could just be as sneaky as him now. Great.

"K-Kuori! H-Hi....Oh...Urm....Been t-there...Long?" The acolytes just snickered at Jak's embarrassed crimson face, and shifted a little to sit up now, and stare curiously to the towering lady, a small nibble of their lips as eyes idly wandered.

Could just be that she's always been that sneaky. Hard to say. Arms remain crossed as she adjusts her shoulder-lean. "Long enough?" is her impish reply as her left boot crosses over the right and rests up on the toes.

Relaxed in her posture, the stance pulls the edges of her leather armor around her biceps and thighs as a reminder of just how thickly built she is. Emphasis on thick. Kuori looks from each one before zeroing in on Jak. "You know what today is?"

The words are playful, even with a smile.

Brushing a hand along his neck, Jak did nod slowly, biting down on his lower lip as he glanced between bot acolytes, an apologetic smile for the pair, "I..Ah...N-Need to go sorry, f-for business, but I will c-come back and give y-you comfort yes?" Both girls did nod, a touch confused, before they both smirked and leaned across to smooch Jak on either cheek, a little too close to his lips perhaps...

The pair did happen to then step up, hands held together, and step away ut from the room to leave the pair alone, sly winks for the Goliathess as they sauntered out, giggling.

Jak gulped, his adam apple bobbing up and down as he slowly pulled himself to his feet, "T-Today is...Big day of t-training?"

"It's the day of your test." She says flatly. All playfulness falls away as she pushes from that lean to stand at her full height. Towering doesn't even come close to the word as she stands before Jak.

"Pass, and you earn your first shield."

Kuori reaches behind her back and removes a smaller version of her own shield. The dimensions more for Jak's slender frame than her own. Seems she kept it in the small of her back, inside the gap created by her own shield.

Some days he thinks Kuori could easily just stuff him in that gap as well...Sheesh!

"Oh...G-Good!" A sweet smile greeted Kuori, and he stepped lightly and quickly across to the Goliathess, before his amber eyes divert towards the shield, and they maaay have brightened at the sight of the shield. Fingers reached out instincitvely to touch the shield, curious to see how it felt, not caring for the looming Kuori for now,

"It is v-very nice shield yes, t-thank you!"

Where her own is closer to a full sized shield at two and a half feet across, the one she hands to Jak is a twenty inch wide disk of polished metal. His face reflects in the polished, doming. Made from four rings of overlapping metal it's riveted and balanced. While it's sturdy enough to block a heavy strike, it's still light for what he's been trained to use it for.

"Don't thank me yet, Jak. We still have a lot to do today. Go and gather what you need. I'll wait here."

It was certainly marvelous, Jak beaming down at his reflection, perhaps a wink as well, since it was almost a mirror right now. Both hands carefully take the shield until he easily places an arm through the straps to test the lightness and the grip, and then nodded up toK uori,

"Y-Yes we do! I w-will be right back!" And without hesitation, the small lad dashed frantically out from the room, skidding along the smooth floor as he hurried to his room to toss in his spare clothing, food and water into the only rucksack he wore. But when Jak returned to the room...

His clothing had changed.

Instead of silk pants and a loose vest, he opted for his more protective suit, being that of light, tanned leather, his arms bare, bracers only on his wrists, but the rest of the leather clung snugly to his slender, toned form, and was not too heavy as well!

"H-How I look?" Leather suit? Check. Shield in arm? Check. Rucksack? Check!

"Well that was fast." she observes with a chortle.

She gives him a once over, walking a slow circle around Jak to inspect his gear. Kuori tugs on a strap here, lifts on a buckle there. Maybe a playful pinch just to keep him from relaxing too much.

"Aim t-to please!" Slyly smirking as he was standing still, eyes ahead as he was allowing Kuori to circle him, shifting only when he felt her tug on him gently...That was until she pinched him! A short yelp, and he softly rubbed the spot where he was pinched, poking his tongue out to Kuori,

"Happy?"

She grunts indifferently and shrugs despite the ghost of a pleased smile on her lips. "You're not as soft as when we first met."

A nod and she turns away from him, gesturing he should follow. "Know anyone I can talk to about dreams, Jak?"

"S-Soft? Well, perhaps s-since you have been t-training me so to be h-harder..." In many ways in fact, oh yes!

Following after Kuori, he'd remain at her side for now, humming as he briskly walked onward, though he did raise a brow curiously, "D-Dreams? Well...C-Chryrie is good f-for that, she...Sees me in my d-dreams sometimes, and we...T-Talk." Yep, certainly only talking! "M-Maybe Khoom? He's s-smart, and maybe he knows s-spells about dreams?"

She arches a brow at him curiously to all of that. "I wasn't aware you and Chryrie were so close..." teasing him a bit, nudging him with her elbow. Her mistrust of magic has her hesitant to seek either out. The mystics are a brand of people she can't fully grasp in her understanding.

Rolling his eyes, he puffed out his cheeks as color appeared on his cheeks, "Oh...S-She looks out for m-most people yes...But we are...Close, s-sort of, as I work under her..." Rubbing his arm softly, he leaned back over to lightly nudge Kuori with his hip now, "N-Not...Jealous are y-you?" Tease.

"Not at all." she replies with a smirk of her own. "You working under a strong woman is a perfect place for you."

"I'm s-safe anyhow, and s-she is sweet, and I have all t-that I want yes..." Oh great. A joke came to his head. "P-Perfect place is under a s-strong woman no?"

"Maybe for one like you," comes her response. Her meaning a bit vague.

There's a long road ahead of them as they leave the Temple grounds, turning north.

Visk eager to follow Kuori, did not too much care for the distance as of now, but perhaps later he would, depends on how well he would refer to the Goliathess' training! "M-Maybe...Some are d-different for others!"

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Dragon's Tales / Re:
« on: June 21, 2015, 07:00:33 PM »
Dumbstruck. Kuori stands there with her hands at her sides as her mind tries to piece together what she just witnessed. Did Mint have?? Was she?? Time stretches with her standing, and blinking stupidly before gently clearing her throat.

No denying what just happened. ?Uhm, there?s a two-story building far side of what I think is the market. All open ground. Thought I?d see...? She just trails off there while gesturing with her hands.

She tries not to make the situation any more awkward than it is while part of her wants to just undo the lacing of her pants and say ?see, I have one too!?. The other part feels a bit of relief. As to what, she can?t fully say at the moment. They're both warriors...and women. They can be practical about this. ?This just happened, find a place to set up camp, do a show and tell somewhere safe??

A nod as if that sounds good to her and she turns away so Mint can collect herself.

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