Dark Side of the Moon
Cross Effects => Cross Effects => Areas => Topic started by: Aiden on April 01, 2019, 07:23:36 PM
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The First District
Meant more in the sense of ‘First Among Equals’ rather than a statement of historical precedent, the First District is the center of inter-district politics in the Nexus. It is here that the majority of the city’s judicial infrastructure can be found. Legal officials from various districts work here to negotiate extradition of their citizens after they are taken into custody in another district. So too is it considered traditional to try individuals who have committed crimes affecting multiple districts in this place. An archive of all court records and population data is maintained by a veritable army of clerks in a set of old brick warehouses set aside for the purpose of holding it, but it is far from anything approaching complete.
It is also here that many of the city’s largest corporations maintain their municipal infrastructure. The city’s largest internet provider has its headquarters here in the supposed interest of maintaining net neutrality. Much of the electricity and water that the city relies upon flows out from here under the protection of a joint task force combining the law enforcement assets of multiple Chiefs. Nobody wants their district to be held hostage by resource shortages, and it is simply not feasible for many of them to do it all themselves. Thus, this cooperation continues into the foreseeable future.
These are uses for the district that developed over time. Its true purpose is much simpler: providing a meeting space for the District Chiefs to hash out land claims and negotiate reparations and treaties that affect more than two districts. The level of officiousness and spectacle involved depends entirely on the Chiefs in question, but on those occasions the proceedings are made public almost nobody shows up anyway.
The Geography
Most prominent of all features in the First District a natural one, the Great Divide. This enormous river right through the middle of the entirety of the known Nexus, but in this one place it instead splits in two. The border of the First District is defined by the presence of the river’s split, as each of the Great Divide’s children wrap around it in a near perfect circle. At the opposite end of the split the river joins back into one current, continuing on its way. Old stone bridges reinforced by magical runes stretch across the watery borders of the district to permit land entry to the east and west.
Most buildings in the First District show their age. While the interiors have been renovated multiple times over the years to account for technological advancement, their exterior facades continue to project the image of a classical East Asian capital district with its peaked roofs and its elegant extended-family homes. The entire thing is overlooked by a skyscraper-sized pagoda from which the District Chief and his staff govern in the name of the Council of Chiefs.
Opposite the Chief’s pagoda is the Nexus’ largest tea house, where he holds meetings with the other District Chiefs regarding matters of state. Also, where he drinks tea.
The People
A stereotypical inhabitant of the First District lives with their entire extended family in a sprawling single-story home with a wall around it. They come from long lines of civil servants with extensive educations at the district’s Academy of Administration, and wear glasses due to long nights reading and writing in dim lighting. None of them are up to date with current fashions from the rest of the Nexus, and they look down their noses at those who don’t wear ‘appropriate’ attire.
Reality has been conforming to this generalization increasingly less with each generation. Children are leaving the district to make their fortunes elsewhere, and outsiders with less traditional education are moving into corporate housing within the district to work in its new power plants and water treatment centers. District regulations mandate that all industrial buildings make themselves as innocuous as possible and so go mostly unnoticed, but any native can tell where they are by following the foreigners.
Calls by government officials to lessen the influx of outsiders into the district have fallen deaf on the ears of the Chief, who is determined to maintain the First District’s economic and administrative relevance in the face of an increasingly complicated Nexus. It is the only way, he says, for stability to endure in this city. This has made him surprisingly popular among foreigners and younger residents.
Military Capability
Officially, the First District has no military force. They are "devoted to peace and order" and "find it unnecessary to threaten the sovereignty of lawfully acknowledged districts by maintaining a standing army." Unofficially, defense is organized beneath the Circle of Six, the most prominent of the First Chief's students to remain in his service. Each is a master martial artist in their own right, and they instruct dozens of disciples of descending levels of combat capability. They are relatively few in number, but their sheer might is sufficient to ward off all but the most audacious and incautious of threats. In the worst case scenario Chief Yamada can step in personally, although nobody with an ordinary human lifespan remembers a time where this was necessary.
The First Chief
Name: Yamada
Race: Human
Age: Multi-Millennial
Height: 6’
Weight: 190lbs
Appearance
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Physical Attributes (Ki Enhancement) [Martial Supremacy]
Strength: Fantastic (Heroic) [Legendary]
Agility: Fantastic (Heroic) [Legendary]
Durability: Fantastic (Heroic) [Legendary]
Willpower: Determinator
Magic Resistance: High (Very High) [Extremely High]
Other Abilities
Chi Enhancement: The limitations of the human body mean little to a true master of the martial arts. By drawing upon the energies found within the human soul and using them to draw upon the energies found in the environment all boundaries can be broken. Yamada and his disciples use this power to enhance their physical abilities, ward themselves against magical power, and extend their lifespans seemingly indefinitely. His base attributes reflect his passive use of Chi Enhancement with every living breath.
Ki Enhancement: As a martial artist begins to hone their abilities they learn to do more with their own innate power, too. By unlocking his soul’s potential Yamada can add his own internal energies to those he draws from the environment and increase his physical stats and his magic resistance by one rank. During this time his muscles expand and his body begins to release inhuman amounts of heat.
Killing Intent: It is rare that Chief Yamada has cause to actually fight someone. Most upstarts can be put in their place by simply imposing upon them his desire for their death. Only individuals of tremendous fighting prowess or willpower can resist the urge to flee. At its worst people have been brought helplessly to their knees, or even had heart attacks and died from the force of his hostility.
Martial Supremacy: True mastery of the martial arts is to bring harmony between Ki and Chi and unite them as one perfect whole. The world and the self become one. In this state his attributes and magic resistance go up by another rank above simple Ki Enhancement.
Master of the Arts: Yamada is an ancient master of many arts. Calligraphy, dance, opera singing, painting, he does it all, but his greatest passion has always been the art of battle. There is no pre-industrial weapon with which he could not be considered a master by ordinary standards. His truest skill though is with his unarmed body, and combined with his great instincts for fighting he can overcome almost any foe with just his base stats.
Weakness
The Ravages of Time: Once, Yamada was a true arhat of the martial arts. Even the gods feared his might, but respected his wisdom. With his advanced age his body’s Ki has become unbalanced, and so he cannot maintain his great physical and spiritual might for long. While he can draw upon the world’s Chi in all moments without adverse effects, he needs to maintain focus in order to maintain Ki Enhancement. Going further into Martial Supremacy is something he can only maintain for close to a minute, and afterward is reduced to his base stats for several days as his exhausted body recovers.
Intimacies
Greater Cause: Protecting the Nexus
Greater Principle: "True strength comes from the self and world in harmony."
Greater Tie: My Students (Paternal Devotion)
Lesser Tie: Tea (Fanboy)
Lesser Tie: Old Enemies (Regret)
Origin: Yamada is many things - First Chief, martial arts master, tea aficionado, and civil administrator. He has never known defeat, but does not seek war. He has never had children of his own, but has been the grandfather of every citizen of the First District. His time has passed, and yet he has defined every era to follow by his vision. The Nexus is his charge, and he will not see it destroyed by the forces of disorder.
Little is known of Yamada’s origins. Fragmentary records dating back thousands of years speak of the Foundation Wars, when a cabal of sorcerers sought to escape the Nexus by harnessing its powers. The horrors that entered through the rifts formed in the aftermath threatened the prehistoric city’s very existence. Yamada apparently led the great heroes of the age against them, and aided the few sorcerers who remained in stabilizing the source of the rifts. Nobody is quite sure how he went from that to founding the system of districts that exist today.
He knows his time is short. He has a few centuries left in him, at most. A successor will one day be needed, but nobody is quite up to the task.
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Francesca
Nexus Time: 6:00 AM
"Greetings, greetings!" Her voice echoed out across the land with great speed. For after all, it was not just one but dozens of Francescas that had descended across the First District. "After her multi-millennial nap, the great Francesa Prelati has returned to see her adoring public! And most of all, her best and most ardent fan, Yamy! Please, visit me soon at the teahouse, dear~! If you do, I'll send you soaring to the greatest heights of Heaven."
The tea house itself was a bit of a mess. Everyone inside had been stuffed into oversized kettle prisons floating above lakes of boiling water. Anthropomorphic cups with spears and swords guarded them, but for the moment they were unharmed. Meanwhile the ceiling had been replaced with a small sky full of multicolored clouds that rained down tea of all things. And at the center, the 'real' Francesca Prelati sat around sampling teas and stuffing her face with sweets. People had advanced so far in the variety and flavor of treats they had! Back in her day she was the one who had to manufacture all these flavors. Although, she did hope that Yamada came alone. She'd left a warning for him if he didn't, and it'd be a shame if he failed to listen.
Above the First District was the smallest, slightest crack.
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The First
Many people gathered in the streets, on their pagodas, in their cars, to behold the bizarre sight of the many young women presenting themselves from overhead. Working professionals preparing for their daily commutes, children woken early for their baths and breakfasts, they all whispered and stared in suspicion and awe.
"Who is that?"
"Calling the Eldest such a familiar name...!"
"Mommy, she's pretty!" "Shhh, don't speak so loudly!"
The whispers fell silent in waves as the aged figure of the First Chief passed in a most leisurely and unhurried manner toward his quite abruptly scheduled meeting. The people saw him pass, and all stopped to witness him. Yamada, dressed in the manner appropriate to his early morning constitutional, made his way over to his usual teahouse. What disturbed them was not his presence, and not that of the woman floating in multitudes around them which he so brazenly ignored.
"... doesn't he take his tea after his walk?"
"It must be serious!" Came another whisper at his back, and if anything Yamada's face grew greater lines still at the evident concern.
And then, he was there, standing in the doorway and taking in the sights. With a slow nod of understanding he addressed the young woman from here. "I see age has taken much from you as well. This work is quite sloppy for you, Miss Prelati."
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Francesca
"Oh, Yamy, you're finally here!" A hundred little snack bags had been cast all around the floor by this point. The tea had went untouched, but at least it was still hot going by the rising steam. "But you know that's not really fair! You just got old. I can see it, y'know. No one who knew you from back then could think you're just holding back now. But me, well, you killed me. That takes a lot bigger toll then old age, y'know? Smashed my body and soul into a billion little pieces." A Francesca shaped firework was wheeled out by a teacup and launched into the sky for explosive effect! The tea rain scattered for a moment.
"That does a number on people! It was fun, though." She sighed as if in fond remembrance, and her zipper opened up as a tentacle grabbed a teacup and poured the contents in. "But today isn't just about catching up. There's business to get to. So, Yamy, why haven't you done anything to fix all the wrinkles and droopiness yet?"
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Yamada
"Yes, I have arrived." He spoke as though he were merely discussing the weather, an unfamiliar voice on an unfamiliar face conveying an all too familiar power to Francesca. "This makes your guests no longer necessary, does it not?" Yamada nodded to the people trapped in the terrifying world of illusions. "Release them, and we may speak."
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Francesca
"Oh, fine. I was thinking of boiling them alive and serving them in the tea first, but your sense of humor still seems pretty terrible. It'd be a shame if we had to go and kill each other after so long!" She waved her hand and the kettled tilted forward, spilling water and civilians all over the ground. Roughly deposited certainly but alive.
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Yamada
He stood firm as his people spilled forth, disoriented and demoralized, and quickly crawled and scrambled their way toward the exit behind him. "I see your manners haven't improved much either." Once everyone was gone the old man allowed himself to sigh, and moved to retrieve one of the pots that was most certainly not a prison for his people. "Perhaps a few wrinkles would have done you some good after all, then?"
The First Chief took a seat across from his ancient nemesis, and began preparing his own tea.
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Francesca
"How rude! My manners are impeccable. I didn't even serve you up those people in the tea. You should learn to appreciate me some more, Yamy." Francesca tapped her fingers against the table, the lightest touch making the entire illusory realm shake. "But we have business to talk about, don't we? You've let some scavengers set up shop on top of my baby."
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Yamada
The frown that had settled upon the First Chief's face deepened as Francesca spoke on. "That is a remarkable improvement on your part, I will admit." He finished preparing his own cup of tea and allowed it to sit for a moment - he even timed it so the shaking that his old enemy had produced served to aid in the proper mixture of the tea. "But you still have much to learn about being a proper young lady."
Yamada took a sip from his tea, and appeared to seriously consider the grievance presented unto him by even her. Then at last he sighed, and looked up from his tea. "What particular child do you mean, Miss Prelati?"
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Francesca
"Oh, they call it the Omphalos or something silly like that. I don't know why you didn't just build your base back on top of it. Now a bunch of gremlins are running around thinking they can use it to do magic tricks!" Her voice rose but with a snicker rather than a shout. Then soon the woman was shaking in her chair, clutching her belly as her zipper literally bust open with her laughter. The writhing things joined her in irreverent guffawing.
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Yamada
If the First Chief was at all put off or surprised by the uncanny wretchedness of Francesca Prelati's form. He took another sip of his tea, and then shook his head. "Do inform me when you are finished with your overwhelming sense of amusement, Miss Prelati."
This was some good tea, despite the circumstances under which it was being consumed. That is what his face conveyed in its unflappability.
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Francesca
She calmed down soon enough, but there was a small frown on her face now. "I know you like playing the polite old man, Yamy, but you and I both know that you're not some peaceable old geezer who just does the right thing. You built this place on top of mountains of corpses. Why did you let them build that place?"
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Yamada
Yamada placed his teacup down, and leveled a stare at her bereft of his previous paternal demeanor. His mouth was a thin line. "Because it was useful to me at the time, and it means all of the malcontent sorcerers congregate to one convenient location so they can be monitored." The line turned upward, slightly. "It is most convenient that it inconveniences your ambitions as well, is it not?"
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Francesca
She let out a bit of a huff. "You think you're so clever, don't you? All you can do is build the same shape, Yamy. Unstable buildings with made with crumbling bits of candy waiting for the right thing to come over and eat it. It's just a matter of time before the thing starts coming apart. The only place that resembles what you envisioned is your little island here, but everything around you is crumbling." Francesca stood up then, the world around them fading into a blank white besides the table, chairs and tea.
"I don't suppose you have plans, Yamada, because this isn't something that either of us want."
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Yamada
"Of course I have a plan. I just have yet to think of it." He seemed entirely unfazed by the sudden transition. Then he motioned to the void around them with an open palm. "My question is thus: What do you plan, Miss Prelati? What is it you hope to obtain from me? Surely not a devil's bargain."
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Francesca
She laughed a bit. "What, you wouldn't make a deal with lil ol me? You aren't getting any younger. If you were half the fighter you were when we battled, you would have crushed this whole district nonsense in an afternoon. Now you're letting children play with toys that could turn this city into a crater."
The illusionist reached over to poke him, her magic seeking to take grasp and begin a transformation.
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Yamada
A pair of chopsticks intercepted Francesca Prelati's fingers most abruptly before they could reach him. "It is the duty of one's elders not to cling overly long to life. But then, you never did believe in duty, did you?"
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Francesca
She stuck her tongue out at him but there was a dark look in her eye. "You don't think that'd actually fool me, do you? You've been clinging onto life for the past centuries I bet. If you really wanted to let go then it wouldn't be your wrinkly face that I'd be seeing right now, would it? You haven't found anyone worthy yet. So let's talk about options." Francesca strained her finger under the grasp of the wooden utensils with a smile on her face.
"Come on, just let me touch. I promise it'll be fun~! No toad transformations for you. I can't even do that anymore."
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Yamada
"If I made it that easy for you, then you would lose all interest." He pushed back further with the chopsticks, a flow of chi moving through the wood and sustaining their inexorable press against the fingers of Francesca Prelati. "And yet, despite the appeal of the idea, I have no interest in doing that either. Have you already forgotten my long lectures, Miss Prelati?"
He grinned.
"Never seek power that is not your own."
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Francesca
Her zipper was still open. Soon the slithering tendrils were wrapping around her digit, merging together and pushing down with even greater strength. "Not everyone gets their kicks sitting on a mountain all day for years. Besides, this would be your power. Come on, would you really let things settle as they are if you were young and spray again? Give the legs and arms a good stretch before knocking the brats' sandcastles over? You didn't kill me for this, did you?"
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Yamada
"Were I not privy to your tricks, I will most certainly take you up on that offer." His eyes narrowed into slits as his concentration and force increased, and with it his great power. "But I know them well."
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Francesca
She laughed more than as ever he resisted her. A veritable swarm was pushing back against him now, fusing together into freakish gestalts that could individually turn entire boulders to nothing but dust. "And what do you have to lose? That you'll die? That this place will turn to chaos? You're already dying, and this place is already more than homey enough for me. Have you forgotten how to take a risk, Yamada? Don't tell me that peace has made you weak!"
Francesca Prelati was stronger than him, at least stronger than what he was willing to resist with in this game. The endless hordes he would have butchered in singular strikes were pushing back his arm.
Her face softened, and the faint dissatisfaction of boredom slunk upon her face. A visage infinitely more dangerous than her childish glee. "Do you really think that I'd pass up a chance for us to have a rematch, Yamy~"
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Yamada
"When you define yourself by your ability to dominate, to control..." The room went still, and so too did his breathing. Francesca felt herself instantly gain all the ground in the world, be given a clear shot right to his face! And then, the next thing she knew, she and her miserable swarm of monstrosities were face down on the opposite side of the table, where Yamada had been seated, and he was sitting where she had been, stealing her tea. "... then you are nothing. You are mistaken, Miss Prelati, to believe that what the state of things now is your victory."
Sip. Slurp.
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Eruraviel
The Elven demigoddess waited. Her bare legs crossed, one arm lazily resting on the table rapping her fingers against the wood; the other hand holding onto a plastic container of overpriced bubble tea, lazily sucking the sweet balls up through the straw while she leaned back into her chair. With her pronounced pointy ears and her indecent attire, she had quickly gathered a fair amount of attention from the locals—the older generation looking upon her in distaste while the few youngsters stopping to take a look at the mysterious elven seductress who'd simply appeared out of thin air in front of the shop.
Eruraviel had arrived about twenty minutes before her planned meeting. She wanted to follow up quickly with William, and more importantly, felt as if now was the time for her to seriously begin to make her moves to rise in the city. Patience was a virtue, but sloth was a sin. Finding a good balance between the two was an important part of growing up.
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William
Ah going into fake rich cafe's to discuss absolute evil schemes together with hot ladies who were far older than they appeared to be. What a nostalgic feeling, not even the cheerful chime of the doorbell could break the nostalgic trip he had commenced on. Unfortunately he'd have to leave his hats behind at the dry cleaner, he should have known they wouldn't have taken well to the sewers.
Although the chime of the doorbell wasn't enough to break him out of his reverie, the sight that he beheld once entering certainly held that power. It so held the power to ensnare his feet to carry him over, ant to make him bow at the waist before taking a seat opposite her. Yes it was a her, his newfound interest, his most peculiar project. Well not most peculiar, but certainly the most pleasing on the eyes.
"Do my eyes deceive or have you grown ever more radiant since we last crossed paths?" She wasn't the only one though, he too had changed, become whole, and after reconvening with his other self, his power may have doubled but not his pride.
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Eruraviel
Eru's expression shifted from one of bored apathy to a brilliant, toothy grin. She drummed her fingers on the table and beamed with contentment—it made her incredibly happy for him to have both properly praised her changes, as well as having noticed the changes in the first place. She leaned back into her chair, aglow with her newfound divine power and gazed into his facsimile of a soul with glowing red eyes.
"I could say the same about you. Had you split your power off from yourself last time we met? I've heard of warriors from the shadows being able to make use of such powers, and that description certainly fits your bill." She looked back and forth, before gently tapping the table one final time before withdrawing her hand. A magical rune laid engraved upon it, protecting the contents of their conversation from the prying eyes and ears of the first district. With a gentle half smirk that had just the smallest dribble of her usual smugness, she spoke.
"You must've been pretty busy, Will. I hope you have time to listen to my own plans still." The blond's ears trembled with excitement and anticipation, while slowly focusing on each and every sound around them, listening into the entire crowd's casual conversations.
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William
"Merely being in the presence of such a fetching goddess is worth this amount of time. Especially one who is so keenly aware. You are correct about my dealings...But one can only lurk in the shadows for so long."
His eyes took in her divine form but not more than what would be considered appropriate, however his next request was completely at odds with this. "I do have one complaint however, or rather two now. With hat privacy spell you put in place how am I supposed to bask in the jealousy of gettu g to treat someone as wonderful as you..." That was a joke but the next past wasn't. "But more importantly, this seating arrangement is completely dismal, how am I supposed to embrace you if you are so far away?"
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Eruraviel
Eruraviel's bare foot brushed against his thigh, running her big toe down the outside of William's leg down slowly until her foot was on top of his. She began to work on his shoe with her feet, quickly sliding it off of his foot.
In the meantime, she leaned forwards onto the table, thrusting her chest forwards towards him. "There's a certain joy in the anticipation of intimacy. It makes the real thing feel all that much better if you cuck yourself a bit beforehand..."
She licked her lips once before leaning back into her chair, patting out the ruffles on her dress. "If you insist, my lap is always welcome to prospective members of my harem~"
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William
"Sitting on the lap of a pretty princess, how preposterous." His foot suddenly twirled around under the table and pinned Eru's teasing foot to the floor. He smirked as he avoided her obvious provocation. Simple seduction like that would only work on overly serious virgins.
"Yet here we are and you're the one who's so desperately flirting, perhaps you'd like to sit on my lap instead. It would be much more dignified for you to do so... I would most certainly enjoy having you over here."
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Eruraviel
The elven woman grinned at him, glowing with the faintest glow of the moon. "Hoh? Perhaps you're projecting your own frustrations onto me. To me, a bit of footplay is a normal part of any date with someone you're interested in."
Eruraviel leaned back, giving William a good flash of her underboob in the process. The pristine white titflesh glistened with excitement. "Unfortunately, time is Valuable right now, so I don't have too much time to spend on flirting with you, as much as I enjoy it. I have plans in motion, and I wish to form a partnership with you." Her eyes glistened red with keen interest. "Would you be amenable to such a discussion?"
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William
"Maybe if you cut right to the good parts. There's no need to act like you're walking on eggshells my cute princess... Tell me.... What is it you desire the most?" If her intentions were far from noble there just wasn't a chance they could work together now, he was a good boy after all now. And it was sorta up to him to fix things now after Vanguard had fucked up so royally.
And I suggest you drop the flirting unless you want me to pound you through the nearest bed.." His thoughts cut trough the silence left bu his last statement, his will as sharp as a blade.
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William
"Maybe if you cut right to the good parts. There's no need to act like you're walking on eggshells my cute princess... Tell me.... What is it you desire the most?" If her intentions were far from noble there just wasn't a chance they could work together now, he was a good boy after all now. And it was sorta up to him to fix things now after Vanguard had fucked up so royally.
And I suggest you drop the flirting unless you want me to pound you through the nearest bed.." His thoughts cut trough the silence left bu his last statement, his will as sharp as a blade.
Eruraviel
Eru's ears twitched, no, they trembled. The tips seemed to be anticipating something, no, they were simply buresting with the excitement of the moment.
The excitement of ascension. Apotheosis. The first step had been taken, and now, she had to act quickly to cement her base of power, or else risk failing like so many other wannabe demigods. Nyasus. Have you heard of it? Unstable tinpot island dictatorship; a place which nobody would miss, yet a place filled to the brim with impressionable women, longing for direction. Eruraviel crossed her legs, leaned in towards him, and grinned. "I want it. It will serve nicely as a base of operations from which I can extend my power."
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William
"Oh is that so?" He grinned back as his eyes followed the movement of her impressive when she leaned forward. Her beauty was marvelous for sure, but there were some strike zones she could never hit with her charm, no matter how much she tried. And that was mostly a result who she was and what she did.
Are those truly the reasons you are most excited about or is it how these girls can be molded into perfectly sexy and adorable servants with nothing more than head pats?
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Eruraviel
Eruraviel's lips curled upwards, flashing her pearly-white teeth in a bedazzling display. Compared to a human, she had an extra set of canines whice allowed her to better tear into foes with her jaw. The elf's ears stood perfectly still, firm and slightly upright as she waited for a responce.
"These kitties are all feral. They'll need more than just headpats to become molded into my cute citizens—but, other than that, the appeal remains the same. They have strong bloodlines fit for mixing elvish blood into."
Then, Eruraviel cocked her head with a curious expression. "I think we have much to benefit from working together on this matter. Are you with me?"
Eruraviel reached out, offering him her hand to shake.
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William
"I accept but...."
Aha and there it was, in this moment of her apparent triumph in achieving her overall goals, she'd forgotten about the conditions she herself had set up for this encounter. and now she'd left herself wide open.
He grabbed the offered hand and now with her being in a more unbalanced position, he tugged quickly to bring her over and make her fly into hi lap.
"How experienced are you with front line combat, I don't feel like having to baby sit someone, even if they're as sweet as you."
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William
"I accept but...."
Aha and there it was, in this moment of her apparent triumph in achieving her overall goals, she'd forgotten about the conditions she herself had set up for this encounter. and now she'd left herself wide open.
He grabbed the offered hand and now with her being in a more unbalanced position, he tugged quickly to bring her over and make her fly into hi lap.
"How experienced are you with front line combat, I don't feel like having to baby sit someone, even if they're as sweet as you."
Eruraviel
"Woah!" Eruraviel's eyes bulged out in mild surprise at his agressiveness, only managing to coil her legs and launch herself into a graceful somersault through the air at the last second, spinning around in a full circle before landing facing forwards towards William into his lap. She wrapped her legs against his chair and leaned forwards, draping her arms around his shoulders. Her large chest squished into his like a soft cloud, and he could feel her member pressed flaccid up against his stomach.
"Come now, you disrespect me. I'm an extremely capable frontline combatant who can take care of herself except in the toughest of circumstances. I've fought all manners of beasts, monsters, heros and villians in my quest to ride to where I am today. If you feel a need to test me, I can take us somewhere discreet where we can really cut loose." As she spoke, Eruraviel ran her hand against his back, feeling up his hard, masculine muscles with avid interest. "Or perhaps you have a target in mind you want me to take care of?" She raised her eyebrow, staring directly into his fierce purple eyes with fiery intensity.
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WIlliam
"There is no need to go anywhere. I merely said that to get a rise out of you." He was grinning as he thought about the expressions she was making. Eruraviel was the most cute when she thought someone was challenging her. It excited him very much, almost more than the feeling of her soft breasts pushing into her chest.
All of those feelings coalesced into the growing bulg that quickly pushed up against the Elf, but the power of his virility didn't stop there. It kept growing until it was so big it actually begun pushing Eru up, supporting her weight with apparent ease.
"And your reactions to that kind of teasing is beyond hot, it really gets me going. Way more so than any simple cumdump of a cat girl could. But is it really so strange to worry for one of your girls?" He wrapped his hands around her lowerback, just above her ass and pulled her even closer.
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Eruraviel
Eru feigned a pout, pressing her nipples against his chest and scooting forwards, sliding down the length of his powerful snake and sandwiching it against her plump balls and her ass. She showly began to grind her cheeks against his member, staring right into his eyes and daring him to climax in such a public place.
"Really now... From here, it looks like I'm the one getting a rise out of you, ufu... I wonder, will you put out this time or try to get me all excited to cuck me yet again?"
Her own member began to press against his stomach, creating a small yet noticable tent in her dress. "It's working. But this time, I'm not going to just let you go so easily."
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William
This level of teasing would never get him to cum, no he had his sights set on a much grander prize. He
"How about a little challenge for the esteemed to prove herself instead..." Now his hends slid down that list bit down to her plump ass, and he squueze it like he was laying claim to it. His fingers easily sank through the soft fat to massage her muscles beneath.
" If you manage to take all of my cock in the next 30 seconds, I'll teat you like the royal slut you are and give you the best pounding of you life."
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Eruraviel
Eruraviel snorted, and then rolled her eyes at him. She lifted herself up off of his heat ever so slightly to pull up her dress.
Underneath, there was nothing. Nothing except a fat, slick pussy, one of the largest asses he'd ever seen and a fat throbbing prick begging for attention.
"Which hole." She was serious, as if her own personal pride depended on it.
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William
"Hmm, with that kind of cheek I might want to say your mouth, but of course it's your royal pussy." He slapped her ass putting in some real strength since he knew she could handle it after the little skirmish, that power would likely break the hips of a lesser woman but not her.
"Your ass is for later when we've subjugated the Felines, perhaps on top of the leader's desk..."
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Eruraviel
The elf reached down and lifted up her bloated testicles with one hand, using the other one to quickly unbutton his pants and slip his shaft out of his underwear. She shivered, savoring the strike for just the shortest of moments before sliding all the way down to the base of his shaft with a single clean movement, clenching her vaginal muscles to clamp down tighter than William had ever experienced. It didn't take long for her to bring him to climax, riding against his engorged member with lustful skills polished by the better part of a millenia of perversion. Eruraviel's ears twitched with satisfaction as she felt her lover burst inside of her, resting on him for a few moments before climbing off of his rod.
Her own throbbing shaft was quickly stowed away, slipped under the tight fabric of her dress and nestled in between her breasts, sliding her shorts back on before turning to face William.
"So? Shall we get going?"
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William
"Alright then."
He stood up with ease, as if he hadn't just experienced a massive climax. Like he would ever let that hold him back. The desires of the flesh, were but a distraction, nothing more, they wouldn't stop him from achieving his goals.
"Shall you lead the way, or do you want me to fly you there?"
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Eruraviel
"I shall be giving you the honors of being escorted by an elven princess after such a heroic performance." Eruraviel replied with a shit-eating grin on her face, like she'd just won a major prize and was savoring the aftertaste of victory. She offered him her hand palm facing up with the delicate poise of royalty, making it hard to beleive that she still had a raging erection which had yet to subside throbbing visibly in the window of her dress.
As soon as he took ahold of it, he could feel the power of a goddess rush through them both for a moment, whisking them away from the heartland of the Nexus towards its fringes.