Elizabeth's Domain

[SINIB]

Eruraviel

"Hundreds. Perhaps even thousands? I'm not sure, but I'm told it's one of my most desirable traits. I emote a lot more than most elves, you know? Especially the young ones..." She turned back to look at him while she still dragged him along, dodging and weaving through the crowd without looking as a show of her exceptional senses.

"Still, it's always flattering to be told I'm cute by a handsome, strapping human mage like yourself."

Eruraviel dragged him onto an elevator, and the two began to fly upwards on their magically assisted ascension into the upper floors of the building reserved for VIPs.

[Bern]

William

William immediately pushed her up against one of the elevator walls and trapped her body with his own, her arms were grabbed too and forced above her head then his lips met hers in what seemed to be a passionate kiss.

"And what makes you think the rooms here aren't bugged? This is HER magical fortress after all." His voice echoed inside her mind, completely sounding completely calm unlike the passionate actions he was performing.

[SINIB]

William

William immediately pushed her up against one of the elevator walls and trapped her body with his own, her arms were grabbed too and forced above her head then his lips met hers in what seemed to be a passionate kiss.

"And what makes you think the rooms here aren't bugged? This is HER magical fortress after all." His voice echoed inside her mind, completely sounding completely calm unlike the passionate actions he was performing.

Eruraviel

"MMph?" Her lips met his own, and her tongue began to press into his own mouth while her ears trembled with arousal.

She knows better than to bug my suite-I would know sooner rather than later, and it would ruin our working relationship. She replied with a voice as cool as his own. She uses my skills, and one of the perks I get is free movement throughout this complex.

The elevator dinged, and opened into the elf's own private suite. And this, is another one.

[Bern]

William

"Goood.."

He flipped her around and led them out through the elevator door and into the suite, not breaking the embrace and kiss until were out elevator and the doors had closed behind them.

"Then we can discuss business here." He said as he plopped down at nearest couch. "Is there any service here or are we supposed to entertain ourselves?"

[SINIB]

Eruraviel

Eruraviel licked her lips and followed him, sitting down across from him in a beanbag chair that burst into existence beneath her as she sat down. She crossed her legs and stared intently at him with a faint smile. "I could bring some entertainment up, but I think we have plenty to discuss on our own."

"What do you want in return from me in exchange for sharing your knowledge?"

[Aiden]

Orcus

The floor tore up at the surface in a storm of padding. Orcus marveled and twisted, but Mira's kick beat his footing away and left his legs adrift in the air. However, instead of falling, he was lifted up, single wing beating soundlessly. Orcus snickered, "Just tossing a little spicein ! You don't want a dull finale anymore than I do!"

The four blades whistled into being, and with his contemptuous stare they fell on Mira, stabbing down from four crossing directions.

Mira

The blades sent Mira spinning, bringing her arms and legs about in an arc in the hopes of knocking at least one aside to create an opening that her moment could carry her body through-!

She made it, but in doing so left a shallow gash along her shoulder, and another, slightly deeper one across her back. "Tch!" Was the only sound the martial artist let out as the pain shot through her, and she all but stumbled her way out of the cage of edge.

[Bern]

William

"An insurance, that this cute Elven princess will be on my side."

He leaned back into the comfortable couch, it was almost too comfortable. A lesser man would probably fall asleep in minutes if they reclined like this, but he wasn't that simple.

"Hmm...maybe you can teach my maid not to be such a nervous wreck and be more charming?"

[SINIB]

Eruraviel

Eruraviel held her hands together like a steeple and rested her chin upon them. Frankly, she didn't trust this. The terms were too generous, and she knew from personal experience just how unwilling mages were to share their knowledge with each other. Something about this smelled fishy.

"Humu..." She muttered. "I have no issues playing with your maid and helping her with her problems, but what sort of insurance are you thinking of?"

[SINIB]

Noire

5 pm Nexus Time

The failen goddess sat on her own huddled over the bar, abandoned by all she loved and cast into the wilderness of (yet another) new world. She'd been abandoned by Will in favor of that elven vixen, joined a tournament, humiliated herself on live tv, and now buried her sorrows in the vice of alcoholism, made so much easier by the cheapness of everything here-even the air had her newly sensitive body tingling, and she could taste a whole new world of flavors within her beverage.

The worst part of this day was that she'd felt a significant influx of faith from her failed stunt during the tournement. It made her feel lustful and dirty.

[YOLF]

Orcus

They separated and then met again, richocheting off each other and the criss-crossed bars of the cage, bone and steel-rimmed streaks of violence and pounding fury. Blasting and crashing past each other, they rose a concert of disorder from the air.

Fighting Orcus now was like fighting someone with as many arms as he had weapons and then some, nearly coordinated to perfection. The swords slashed and twirled to the furious half-gestures of his forearms and hands, like the twisted performance of a musician, and Mira flashed through the gaps, twisting through the onslaught until she could dart close, and forced through his expectant guard with siege-breaking hits. The blocks paled in speed, but a limb or other lashed back in unexpected counter as the swords flew back on the threat of skewering her, forcing Mira to keep moving. She charged and he floated aside to hack at her flanks, he advanced and she battered away the barrage until an edge she couldn't track nearly gutted her, and sometimes his metal wing swung like a scythe to hinder her steps. Entraped in this coreography, they continued until something started to give.
 
One of Orcus's eyes lidded as a line of red spilled down, falling from his split brow, while black spots bloomed on his arms and torso, and he favored his right by a whisper. But his bruises healed as fast as Mira made them, and only hits hard enough to fracture bone lingered, while shallow lacerations and cuts increasingly littered her frame, crowding towards her vitals. She could feel the poison within, and knew the poor comfort that it would do much worse than a faint burn if she was more parasite than human.

The larger truth on display was that the pacing of the battle inevitably crawled in the primal's favor. Adrenaline spilled from his voice like wine from a drunken man's glass. The barbed words closed around Mira like the walls of a prison.

"If you cannot break me, then break yourself. Unmake your reticent core and reforge it now. Strike yourself with the pressure to turn coal to diamond, until I cannot contain you, and my premises fail to bind you, and my blade shall split before it can stand to use you as a whetstone. You hold the fuell, and your sickness is but waste to it! Dare to ruin yourself to overcome me, or you will never succeed!"

[Bern]

Eruraviel

Eruraviel held her hands together like a steeple and rested her chin upon them. Frankly, she didn't trust this. The terms were too generous, and she knew from personal experience just how unwilling mages were to share their knowledge with each other. Something about this smelled fishy.

"Humu..." She muttered. "I have no issues playing with your maid and helping her with her problems, but what sort of insurance are you thinking of?"

William

"For starters...."

The dark mage gave her an appraising look and then patted the couch next to himself, signaling his intent quite clearly.

"Why don't you come over here and have a seat next to me? I would like to work closely with you and learn from you as well, my harem is sorely lacking in competent mages and you'd fill that role perfectly."

[SINIB]

Eruraviel

"Hmmph." If he wanted to join her harem of cute humans, then she was more than willing to oblige. It rankled her a little bit the way he was claiming dominion over her, and it showed with a slight wiggle of her left ear, but it was acceptable. For his level of knowledge, it was magnificent, even. She could learn so much from him, let alone his other peripheral uses...

She stood up and sauntered over towards him with a seductive sway to her hips, sitting down next to him on the impossibly plush fabric. "I would be more than happy to teach you my arts and secrets at the same time, Will." She finally replied with a genuine smile on her face. "And I'd be happy to allow you into my harem as an equal partner."

"Now, where shall I start? I can tell that the way you operate the mystical pathways differs greatly from my own, yet is different from how a sorcerer approaches things as well." She rested her palm on his thigh and began to slowly drum it with her fingertips, dancing around his erection contained within his trousers.

[Aiden]

Noire

5 pm Nexus Time

The failen goddess sat on her own huddled over the bar, abandoned by all she loved and cast into the wilderness of (yet another) new world. She'd been abandoned by Will in favor of that elven vixen, joined a tournament, humiliated herself on live tv, and now buried her sorrows in the vice of alcoholism, made so much easier by the cheapness of everything here-even the air had her newly sensitive body tingling, and she could taste a whole new world of flavors within her beverage.

The worst part of this day was that she'd felt a significant influx of faith from her failed stunt during the tournement. It made her feel lustful and dirty.

Cotton

And then, a pretty face framed by short light red hair dropped down into view in front of Noire. "Why hello there, dear customer! Why so glum right now~?"

Were the goddess to look up she would see her plainly - soft carmine eyes looking at her upside-down, a lovely young lady's body, half-open jacket showing off a small bikini top, a red skirt just a a little too short and a little too high up that somehow refused to fall with gravity. A cute little spade-tipped tail dropped down to wave at her.

[SINIB]

Noire

5 pm Nexus Time

The failen goddess sat on her own huddled over the bar, abandoned by all she loved and cast into the wilderness of (yet another) new world. She'd been abandoned by Will in favor of that elven vixen, joined a tournament, humiliated herself on live tv, and now buried her sorrows in the vice of alcoholism, made so much easier by the cheapness of everything here-even the air had her newly sensitive body tingling, and she could taste a whole new world of flavors within her beverage.

The worst part of this day was that she'd felt a significant influx of faith from her failed stunt during the tournement. It made her feel lustful and dirty.

Cotton

And then, a pretty face framed by short light red hair dropped down into view in front of Noire. "Why hello there, dear customer! Why so glum right now~?"

Were the goddess to look up she would see her plainly - soft carmine eyes looking at her upside-down, a lovely young lady's body, half-open jacket showing off a small bikini top, a red skirt just a a little too short and a little too high up that somehow refused to fall with gravity. A cute little spade-tipped tail dropped down to wave at her.

Noire

Noire looked up from her drink in surprise, her ears suddenly trembling from the closeness of the demoness and the euphoric effects of the atmosphere. The large bulge barely contained by her panties began to throb, and the girl seemed to be shimmering with the sheen of a full moon. What was she doing here? To make fun of her performance, or maybe to congragulate her for her newest pornographic feature?

"Hello." She said, taking another swig from the cup which never seemed to empty.

[Aiden]

Orcus

They separated and then met again, richocheting off each other and the criss-crossed bars of the cage, bone and steel-rimmed streaks of violence and pounding fury. Blasting and crashing past each other, they rose a concert of disorder from the air.

Fighting Orcus now was like fighting someone with as many arms as he had weapons and then some, nearly coordinated to perfection. The swords slashed and twirled to the furious half-gestures of his forearms and hands, like the twisted performance of a musician, and Mira flashed through the gaps, twisting through the onslaught until she could dart close, and forced through his expectant guard with siege-breaking hits. The blocks paled in speed, but a limb or other lashed back in unexpected counter as the swords flew back on the threat of skewering her, forcing Mira to keep moving. She charged and he floated aside to hack at her flanks, he advanced and she battered away the barrage until an edge she couldn't track nearly gutted her, and sometimes his metal wing swung like a scythe to hinder her steps. Entraped in this coreography, they continued until something started to give.
 
One of Orcus's eyes lidded as a line of red spilled down, falling from his split brow, while black spots bloomed on his arms and torso, and he favored his right by a whisper. But his bruises healed as fast as Mira made them, and only hits hard enough to fracture bone lingered, while shallow lacerations and cuts increasingly littered her frame, crowding towards her vitals. She could feel the poison within, and knew the poor comfort that it would do much worse than a faint burn if she was more parasite than human.

The larger truth on display was that the pacing of the battle inevitably crawled in the primal's favor. Adrenaline spilled from his voice like wine from a drunken man's glass. The barbed words closed around Mira like the walls of a prison.

"If you cannot break me, then break yourself. Unmake your reticent core and reforge it now. Strike yourself with the pressure to turn coal to diamond, until I cannot contain you, and my premises fail to bind you, and my blade shall split before it can stand to use you as a whetstone. You hold the fuell, and your sickness is but waste to it! Dare to ruin yourself to overcome me, or you will never succeed!"

Mira

Mira was breathing heavily by this point, sweat pouring down in rivulets between the lines of her muscles and along the sides of her face. Her hair was practically sticking to her back, and her knuckles were split and bloody from every time she'd struck the metal of Orcus' blades. "You keep talkin' like ya know me..."

She took another deep breath as her opponent wound down from his monologue, and gathered her focus back into herself once again. Drew strength into her limbs, into her fists and feet and knees, enough that sensitive eyes could make out the faint glow of it all.

Drip. Drip.

"Ya can just shut up, and stop playing around-" She pushed off her feet again, charging in at top speed once more. "- ya fuckin' devil!"

Only this time she didn't do more than make little course corrections to avoid decapitation or outright dismemberment. It meant at least one found its way home into her leg, but by then she had Orcus up against the edge of the arena with nowhere to go. She got in close to his guard, grabbed hold of whatever she could hold onto on him, and started to focus her strikes on a single spot - right at the pit of his stomach, repeatedly. Any time he tried to knock her away she simply dug her fingers in harder, and if he tried to stab her from behind anywhere short of her head?

She didn't let up.