Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In]

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 08-22-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar-1.png" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] <font color="9ce619] Saydri looked up from brushing away the moisture from the young woman’s cheeks as Ruka placed the food down on the bench top in front of Lyta. Though his fingers continued to absently pet the young woman's hair in a soft almost methodical manner. A faint smile remained on his lips from the way that she’d leaned into the touch, accepting the comfort and gentle caress. Almost as if she was soaking up the affection.

 Still he blinked in a mixture of surprise and confusion at the plate of food. It didn’t look much like an omelette did it? Perhaps Ruka wasn’t as good at listening as he originally thought, or perhaps she was just preoccupied. There were quite a few people beginning to mingle around the establishment, which meant that there were many things and people for Ruka to keep tabs on. Though there was nothing too alarming.

 He nodded his agreement towards Ruka’s assumption, even though she was already on her way out of the room and to deal with other things. Possibly the reverberating slam of a door that he heard the faint echo of through the cathedral. Still, the silver gaze remained pensively fixed on the food. It definitely wasn’t an omelette, it was however cooked perfectly and not burned - a step above his own cooking earlier.

 “It’s not an omelette,” he said finally before glancing upwards to meet her gaze wondering just how fixated she’d been on the idea of an omelette and whether or not any attempts would end in failure as dismal as his last attempt. “I could try to make you one?” he offered.

 Fingers still in the thick tresses he stilled then, his body stiffening slightly in response to the sudden unease he felt. A disquiet in the air setting his nerves and hair on end. A flare of auras and the auras while familiar to him seemed warped… they were wrong…wrong…

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 08-22-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner3_1.png" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] <font color="#e6c519] Likèreal took another long drag of his cigarette as he stared at the young woman. He was certain he hadn’t seen her here the last time he’d visited, but then he had been awfully preoccupied with Saint. It was plausible that she had been overlooked, but of course that was far less flattering especially to a female and not something he'd admit out loud.

 He exhaled then, blowing rings of smoke though the golden eyes remained fixated on Aki. He knew his friend well enough to know that he would quite blatantly enjoy the pale skin and womanly curves beneath the thin fabric and lace. Any man would if given half the chance and his friend had more than his fair share of libido. But Aki wouldn’t try and chat up someone who’d just been crying and… he paused in that train of thought before derailing it. Resisting the urge to slap his hand over his eyes and instead let out a soft breath as he contradicted himself.

 Actually his friend would chat up a beautiful young woman whether she was in tears or not, he’d probably use it to his advantage if given the chance. That he could help her forget her tears.

 He was contemplating whether he could knock Akihiro unconscious and stash the blonde somewhere safe within the place while he tried to find Ruka or Saint. Or whether to just cut his losses and drag him back home when Ruka exited the room where he’d been expecting billows of smoke and flames from earlier. He was mildly surprised, though he didn’t know why – he’d seen her go in there after all but with everything that’d happened with Aki he’d forgotten.

 The familiarity that Ruka showed the young woman hinted that they were more than just passing acquaintances. Or so he thought. Still, perhaps that would deter Akihiro…or not… he thought as his friend slipped away and towards the two, surprising him on a whole new level when he honed in on Ruka instead of the young woman.

 Likèreal blinked, and then he stared. Wordlessly. He'd seen that right? It wasn't his imagination? He thought as he took another long draw from his cigarette and watched the blonde who had just grabbed Ruka's behind.

 What on earth was he going to do with Akihiro? He thought as he followed after his friend who was groping his newest friend, suppressing another sigh as he slipped one hand in his back pocket.
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 08-22-2015

[/img]"http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/pic.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] <font color="#98AFC7]As her feet reached the bottom step and her hand slipped from the bannister, the sheer fabric swishing around her long legs as she stopped. Ailish glanced upwards, as if only just realising that she’d reached the ground floor. It had been instinct that had drawn her down her, automatically searching out Cal’s presence for comfort once she had been denied it from its alternate source.

 The pain still ached in her chest from the rejection as well as her own actions and words, having caused harm to a bystander. The misery and emotions clung cloyingly to her even as she swiped at the tears on her cheeks once more as she hovered there almost uncertainly, her hands feeling surprisingly empty without the familiar presence of the white board and marker. Instead she wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging herself as she stood there almost dejectedly within the middle of the room even as the sapphire gaze was drawn towards the door of the kitchen.

 What if he hated her now? He had seemed pretty upset…

 Fear clawed at her and she tucked her chin downwards towards her chest, dark curls tumbling around her shoulders and bangs fell over her eyes. Barely noticing the two men that were gazing in her direction from the bar, their quiet discussion only just reaching her ears but she was too distracted to pay them much mind as her emotions spiralled.

 Her head snapped up though instinctively at the sound of a familiar voice and the sound of her name. Once more the dam broke and tears trickled down her cheeks at the sight of her mentor, unmindful of the actions of the blonde who was also approaching Cal the young woman made a dash towards her. All but throwing herself into the open arms as her arms came around the other and she sobbed. Actually speaking out loud, “C-cal…h-he hate…hates…me…now…”

 The young woman was unaware of the groping going on around her.

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 08-22-2015

[/img]"http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/RukaAlomini.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Several things happened as once, as several things were wont to do whenever she set up residence somewhere and made new friends. Thankfully, Ruka was quite accustomed to dealing with more than one gathering of chaotic nuances after another. Vaguely, as Ailish wrapped her arms about her—as Ruka returned the embrace—she was aware of a wandering hand.

Should she have imagined he was going to take such a course of action when he got up and made way to her? Probably not. While it appeared Likereal was good friends with him, Ruka knew nothing of the blond and therefore had no real way of predicting such a molestation of her bottom.

Still, the grab didn’t stop her from running a soothing hand down and partially through Ailish’s curls. The most immediate problem was calming her charge.

It was difficult not to be shocked that Ailish had spoken actual words when Ruka had fully expected to have half of this conversation in her head. Still, she tried not to let it show too much lest the girl retreat entirely. “Saint…?” she asked gently. There was no need to ask; Ailish would know Ruka had felt something with all the rukus; careful deduction would tell the silver-haired proprietor enough, if not what she’d heard going on in Saint’s head.

So she snorted and smirked. ice blue eyes twinkling. “Teasing you is more than likely the actual crux. You’ve become accustomed to waking him with nary a body but his own in his bed, hm?” She looked down at her, hoping the younger’s woman’s gaze would seek her own. The soft smile she was so very good at appeared—the one she could not shake even after all these years away from the temple. “Alright?” At that, she would place a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “Have you eaten?”

As she waited for a response she finally turned to the owner of one hand—one hand that was still firmly grasping her ass. Her lashes lowered halfway and pink lips curled into a telling smirk—something between sensual and confident… and also predatory. As she shifted mostly away from Ailish, but not far enough that the girl would feel abandoned, she invaded the other male’s space almost entirely. Her face was likely too close for comfort for most people, but then the cute little imp had touched her first—that was an invitation insofar as she was concerned. She held his gaze for a while, cold blues boring into his and warming as the smirk remained. After the pass of a minute, however, she drew close enough to brush her lips along his ear—her partially clothed chest barely grazing his as she dug her hands into the pockets of her slacks. Her eyes closed as she murmured, “…Can I help you?” Her voice pitched somewhere between deep and not entirely feminine, warm breath fanning.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 08-22-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar3.png" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]
 <font color="cd43f8] Luciefel smiled as Armand’s voice purred into his ear and he might have had an inkling that his lover would appreciate being blamed for…certain things. Dark lashes dipped downwards to fan against his cheeks, being so close to his lover while the whisper of promises hung in the air above them caused his pulse to speed up further. For they were not idle ‘threats’. Luciefel knew that something as simple as being in a public establishment wasn’t going to deter his lover if he really meant it.

 Surprisingly such a thought didn’t really bother him, perhaps in the past it would have. Still, they were not in his kingdom, there was no one here that knew him enough to care or to judge in a manner that mattered to him. He was not ashamed of his body nor his sexuality, though perhaps it would be a fairly awkward conversation if someone was to walk in on them. But it was not enough to deter him from the enticing idea of Armand having his way with him…

 If anything a fission of arousal slid through him and he bit his bottom lip lightly, worrying it between white teeth as dark lashes fluttered against pale cheeks. He let out a breathy sound as the digit traced along the metal zipper in a teasing manner. Head tipped back, platinum strands spilling over Armand’s shoulder from his position draped across his lover’s lap, “Mm…”

 The possibility of someone walking in on them, if anything it aroused him more, and he chuckled softly at himself. My but he’d gotten so perverted hadn’t he? Or perhaps just more honest. Still he could tell quite plainly that the rest of the occupants were quite preoccupied in their own circumstances. Still, there was quite an unusual collection of beings under this roof.

 “That is indeed true,” Luciefel admitted quietly as the eyes opened and his gaze searched for the ebony orbs of his lover’s even as the thumb teased along the flesh beneath his zipper. His voice was husky as he murmured, “My mind could do with a vacation. I spend too much time thinking and you do have a gift to make my mind blissfully blank where all I can think of is you-“

 His attention shifted mildly towards the door but it was more of an automatic response than looking for something visually. Sensing a shift in the auras in two of the individuals within the cathedral, something darker and far more familiar which piqued his curiosity. “You feel that?”

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 08-22-2015

[/img]"http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/Poems/Aki%20kinky.jpg" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar][size=small]Location: Between Bar and Stairwell
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi (Likereal + Ailish), Blade (Ruka)[/font]

<font color="#ec7588]Spongy with a type of firmness yet soft. This person seemed to be in good shape, but Akihiro couldn't quite tell if such a bottom belonged to a male or a female. Sometimes it was hard to tell, but most of the time just a fine grope of one's tush was enough to determine it, based on muscle response. What seemed to be just a perverse way of greeting someone was actually Akihiro calculating several factors at once, and it showed with the way he was silent - a rarity for the blonde at least to those that knew him.

But what definitely surprised him was not the fact that he couldn't tell, but with the response he received from the other.

The male's hazel globes locked onto the other's cool toned ones, and in the process of their little stare, his hand switched position, releasing the bundle of flesh and carefully smoothing onto the other's hip instead, his palm just resting there. This was not a simple movement. It had some significance as well. His thumb gently rubbed at the other's clothing, while he contemplated on the sudden events. Here he was looking for a fight, a tussle, or a curt scolding, but it seemed he had just met an interesting individual and one that tugged on his curiosity a little too much. Those eyes... they reminded him of a winter storm. There was something wild about them he didn't quite catch before, something untamed, and yet it was calculated and cold...serious. The stare was pure and yet it was filthy. There was something behind that stare that spoke volumes to this person's persona, and he was not at all foreign to such a stare. It was a challenging stare, but not so much as to scare him off. A come hither stare... Yes, winter storm was the right description: beautiful and cold.

There was no real retreat from him. Akihiro held still while the other moved close, and the person's breath made his dirty blonde strands to brush against his cheek as the soft and quiet response was also analyzed. His gaze moved toward the person, and he smiled... that silly little smile.[/font]

"If you think you can," <font color="#ec7588]he replied, calling this person's tease. [/font] "Silly me. I know you could, couldn't you~?" <font color="#ec7588]Akihiro chuckled lightly, a very warm-hearted little sound.[/font] "My hand has a mind of its own... sometimes I can't quite control it." <font color="#ec7588]Though his statement started in a happy-go-lucky tone, it ended in a sensual purr, somewhat darker and also inviting.[/font] "I hope you don't mind. Am I... interrupting something, or can I get in on some of this lovely action here?"

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 08-23-2015

[size=small]Location: Music Tower
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi (Luciefel)[/font]

When Luciefel turned his head to meet his eyes, Armand's lips curved into a subtle smirk. Again, his lover seemed to arouse him without even trying. Though the other male had been through his share of experiences, maybe even more than his own, Armand couldn't help but sense an almost innocent-like quality in those amethyst eyes - something so pure and true even though those eyes held secrets as well. He noticed that although Luciefel hardened his gaze over the course of his years in order to fit his role in his kingdom, there were moments like this one where he could see everything, and that exposure was just such a turn on for him, because it was him, alone, that can see this of Luciefel.

The moment was brief, however, as he felt what called his lover's attention. There was a sudden shift in the environment, a spike of energy, and to him, a spike of emotional energy as well. It caused the redhead to pause in his movements, fingers now resting to the side against the other's inner thigh as he, too, turned his head toward the direction of the door. Black eyes stared at the entrance as if someone was just beyond it and he was waiting for it to open any second. Obviously, that was not the real case.

<font color="#f1374d]"I did,"[/font] he answered calmly. <font color="#f1374d]"It feels familiar."[/font] In saying such a statement, Armand had meant that there was a dark aura amongst the jumbled mess he was feeling now. <font color="#f1374d]"Perhaps a fight of some sort had erupted? Pity, I thought a place without humans would be a little more tamer..."[/font] This was said in a soft drawl.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 08-28-2015

[/img]"http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/pic.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] Ailish squeezed her eyes shut even as the hot tears tracked down her cheeks and her chest ached, she clung all the more tightly to Cal after she spoke aloud the words she feared. For all her dislike of verbal communication it had felt necessary to say that sentence out loud. It made it more real, more substantial though she didn’t question or think too deeply on why.

 A part of her felt comforted, cocooned within the warm arms and with Cal she knew she was safe and protected. Her tears soaked into the fabric, still her crying lessened as the hand smoothed over her back and through her ebony strands, soothing her further. Her sobs quieting slightly though the tears would have dampened her mentor’s clothing.

 Wordlessly she glanced upwards at the gentle enquiry and teasing words. Meeting those pale blue eyes with her deeper blue. She didn’t find any humour in the situation which led to mild pout and immediate refusal as she shook her head denying the idea that Saint was just teasing her. “Yes…n-no,” she said with a frown before automatically switching. <<Don’t try distract me Cal, I’m not hungry and I am serious.>>

 <<It is not my fault. He is usually alone…it is routine. Plus it is the afternoon and he should be getting up not going for another tumble in bed>> This time she didn’t resist stomping her foot lightly even as she sniffled and lifted one hand to rub at her eyes, brushing away the tears. Trying to organise the jumble of thoughts and emotions into some semblance of order without much success.

 Hands having released her mentor before she took a few steps away, causing the sapphire orbs to shift to the male, noticing his interest in Cal in some corner of her mind. It was more of a passing thought than anything, right now she had more things on her mind than who was flirting with her mentor. <<He made me so mad, he treated me like a nuisance and it hurt. But he seemed really mad…and…I think…>>
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 08-28-2015

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This one did not like the way little pig changed his body and yet didn't. The hair and the stripes were a memory of something that lay in grass and fed. A beast of this world that man both loved and hated. The eyes were perhaps the most captivating, irritatingly beautiful in such a way that the desire to pull them from their holes and devour them almost was made into fruition. However, this was not right. A male with the mind of a female. The one from last night that took his blood and fed herself. The cow. This one did not give permission, same as it did not to emerge and touch.

Even if the body was not his and yet was.

Somehow, there was a kind of calm at having control over his woman. Trapped and locked away like nothing, starved for attention and rarely given it. Except for last night. This little pigs life was being spared for that fact alone. That his cow could please him as his woman was pleased. Despite the need to destroy both. Immediately. Not many could drive him out and be gifted with such pleasures of his body. There was something more to this little pig and his cow.

The beast moved within a realm they could not travel and snuck behind this one, staying hidden. For a moment.

That is till little hoofs and fingers traced their body and reached for the most appealing part of being in the body of a woman. The touch was not entirely unwelcome. The hissing growls calmed into an almost purr like growl, taking the pleasure they were given without giving any in return. Not until the cow spoke again was there any need to move.

Yet she did, and that made this one grab what touched them and pull, intending to rip a limb off and shower in the bloody aftermath. "<font color="#43fc09]This is not my rage, little cow. This is my calm before.[/font]"

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 08-28-2015

[/img]"http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/RukaAlomini.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] Imp indeed, she mused in her own mind as his hand stole across her hip—thumb brushing under her suit jacket and along the fabric of her black slacks where her long shelved shirt tucked into the hem. She kept her thoughts separated from Ailish’s. No need for the girl to get confused about whom she was speaking to.

Ruka’s body had never been quite womanly; she had never minded even when her people would have argued otherwise. Her hips were too narrow, her shoulders too wide, her breasts—when she’d had breasts—not small, but not too big either, and her torso and legs too long. The total combination, when she’d been a girl with long sheets of silver-white hair that barely trailed the ground, had made her look willowy and delicate. As someone with many years behind her, with manual labor and exercise in her now usual schedule, muscle tone filled her out to be a little less willowy and perhaps appear a bit more convincing as a pretty man.

…It likely didn’t help that she had a habit of wearing a shirt trimmed in the cuffs and collar with black lace. Nor did it likely help that every shirt she wore was always several buttons undone to reveal—to hint—a flat plane of flesh adorned with old pink scaring—the latter if one really paid attention; few really did.

Ruka chuckled softly as she pulled back to look him in the eye again. Much of her weight went to one foot while the heel of the other was made to lift so that the front ball and her toes were the only thing on the floor. She leaned back just so, quirking a silver-white brow—appearing as if she were analyzing him as well while her hands remained in her pockets.

“If you’re referring to Ailish, my apprentice, there is no ‘action’ to be had that I shall be included in on.” While Ruka wasn’t head priestess anymore she still followed the rules of rank; as the girl was under her wing, her protection, she wouldn’t dare mix business with pleasure. Sacrilegious she might be in regards to her body and her own actions, wholly going against Traygon nature according to her sister, but there were just some lines even she wouldn’t cross. More still, Ailish was in training to take over her former position; it would be more than bad form to take advantage of their relationship.

“However,” she finally went on after a short pause for her previous thoughts, “if you are referring to only me…” Her smirk was more pronounced as she trailed off. “I can be very helpful.”

She finally glanced over at Likèreal as he made his way over. For him, she had a warm smile; it was just as soft and as gentle as always. However, there was something more in it; a hint of familiarity because of their time together. “Good afternoon, Likèreal,” she said to him. “I apologize for not greeting you earlier; there was an incident in the kitchens.

"It’s been a few days. Have you been well?”

And… Ailish was pouting—stomping. “I am not trying to distract you,” she said to her, glancing at her over her shoulder. She didn’t care if she looked crazy or not; it was important that she spoke out loud to Ailish to help her grow accustomed to using her words and not just the ones in her head. “I am merely worried you might be a little more put out than usual if you have not eaten yet.

“And Saint is a Vampire; it’s his very nature to sleep well into the afternoon, especially considering he has the late shift tonight.” She frowned. “I am certain he did not mean to upset you.”

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 08-28-2015

<img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/Saint01.png]The Beast that took her Saint’s body laughed softly, bolstered by the way Seri’s creature purr-growled at the attentions she gave. In turn, she nipped at his borrowed ear—sucking, but not drawing blood. When he spoke and took a hold of her arm, tugging, she retracted the claw on her middle finger and slipped it inside of his folds—probing and curling towards a most sensitive spot within as her thumb gently caressed the nub.

Ahhh… what interesting fun, hm? So much better than being locked up all night and day, only coming out when Saint let her or lost himself a little in anger or passion. Oh, but her little boy had been so good at keeping her at bay, at keeping her from doing as she wanted. But more interesting still—truly—was giving the body Seri’s creature borrowed—a woman’s body—pleasure. Who better to know a woman’s body but a woman?

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 08-28-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/Poems/Aki%20kinky.jpg" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;][size=small]Location: Between Bar and Stairwell
Target Role Players: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi (Likereal + Ailish), Blade (Ruka)[/font]

<font color="#ec7588]Watching both Ailish and Ruka through his bangs, Akihiro was determining whether or not the two had a thing for each other. In this case, obviously not. No man that wanted to keep a woman around would openly declare that he wasn't going to do a thing with her... At least, Akihiro suspected this was a guy. There was still something niggling in the back of his mind, one could call it a pervert's sixth sense, that lead him to believe that appearances weren't always what defined a being, especially this one. It was either that sixth sense that was leading him, or it was the fact that Akihiro was just a man-whore and loved delving into the finer parts of life whether or not his partners were exactly humanoid in nature. More likely than not, it was the second reason.

In any case, there was a dilemma for him. He can't fool around with both if this fellow wasn't interested in such an activity. Now he was stuck between his lustful desires which almost always chose women over men, or his curiosity, which was the determining factor in many of Akihiro's decisions. In fact, he liked to follow his curiosity whenever it reared its head in any situation. If he didn't, he wouldn't be here, right now, between two gorgeous specimens... three if you counted Likereal....

Oh... my gosh... Likereal.

Slipping his hand from the fellow he was flirting with, Akihiro turned swiftly towards him, causing his forest green cloak to once again flutter around his legs. He almost forgot about his amigo, though he did catch the look directed to him by this new male. This made him pause for a moment and his brain to go into overdrive. ^///^ Two fabulous individuals going at it like animals in heat, mingling in the sheets, clawing at each others' backs, and enjoying the moment of interlocking bliss. Did Likereal get some of this, and he wasn't aware of it? Akihiro would have been jealous, but then the beautiful woman was added into his daydream.

He loved threesomes. He imagined this sexually appealing girl to be between these two males - for Akihiro determined that he will call this new fellow a male for now - overwhelmed by their bodies and heat, swimming in their musk, panting as they use her in various ways, and perhaps if he, himself, was included, she would be filled to the brim. Ah, Aki's been there, too, in every position. There were many many exciting clubs around the world... Anyway, foursomes were just as good as threesomes if not better, and Akihiro wouldn't mind taking care of one of those slick orifices if he could...

While this image was playing within his head and only feeding his libido, Akihiro was just standing there... eyelids drooping halfway over his glazed orbs with a bit of drool hanging from the corner of his lips and a blush spread across his cheeks. If only one could read his mind, they might have considered his odd expression as normal.

...But that wasn't the case right now, so he looked just plain stupid.[/font]

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 08-29-2015

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner3_1.png" style="avatar] <font color="#e6c519] Likèreal was silently face palming over the fact that Akihiro had groped Ruka’s ass. Admittedly it didn’t seem like she was all too put out by it but still, only Aki could think it was ok to walk up to someone and start feeling them up. Then again Ruka had slipped the business card down his pants on their first meeting.

 He watched them and the crying young woman. He really didn’t remember seeing her before when he’d visited last time. He didn’t like seeing young women cry very much so he was a tad uncomfortable when she was sobbing, thankful that it seemed aimed at Ruka who seemed to have plenty of experience calming her and dealing with these things.

 Still, he was surprised to learn that Ruka had an apprentice, it made him wonder what exactly she was being taught. Resisting the urge to smack himself this time for the direction his mind went. Ruka wouldn’t be teaching someone about sexual services. He blamed the young woman’s choice of attire. Possibly also Akihiro's influence.

 It seemed that Ruka was genuinely interested in Aki, or at least flirting with him and it was mildly entertaining to watch the two of them interacting. But perhaps it wouldn’t go so smoothly if he didn’t mind his step with the one Ruka referred to as Ailish. Unfortunately his friend was not what he would equate to as logical when a woman was involved, but there was always the hit and run option he mused still tucking away the option to carry the unconscious blonde off the premises.

 "Good afternoon Ruka. No need to apologise, gotta make sure the place doesn't burn down. I was anticipating billows of black smoke for a while there," Likèreal said with a rakish smile as he moved forward just a little bit more though surprise flickered in the honeyed hues at the mention of Saint’s name. Was he the one that had the young one in such an upheaval? He had trouble following the seemingly disjointed conversation causing the dark eyebrows to furrow slightly. It seemed almost as if Ruka was responding to something unspoken. Then he remembered what she had told him of her connection with Saint, perhaps she shared one similarly with this young woman.

 Ruka had voiced what he had been thinking. It had been a few days since he'd been here, a contradiction of time as was often the case. It felt like only yesterday and yet such a long time ago. A strange trick of memory and emotion. Yet perhaps he was most anxious because he had yet to have the occasion to properly apologise and lay to rest a certain incident that happened. He didn't want to let it linger unsaid, unaddressed for too long...it made it harder to bring up. Made it awkward. But it seemed like perhaps Saint was occupied.

 "It has been a while, work kept me busy. Dreadfully boring in its entirety, I would have much preferred to be here. I missed you and the vampire, did I miss anything interesting?" he said lightly though he doubted most would refer to his line of work as boring. Still the last few days he'd have preferred to be here than off working. Perhaps he should take a 'vacation' he pondered idly before glancing at the blonde to find him daydreaming. "I will apologise in advance for Akihiro, though it is a coincidence we met here he's an old friend. One with a nose for trouble."
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 08-30-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/bob2/female/Seri%20Creature_zpsztz3xrfh.jpg" style="max-width:50%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]
[size=small]Anger sizzled and boiled the longer the wretched beast had at the body he inhabited. Not liking the feeling of being touched while in a woman's form. He was not one to be toyed with as he did with his women. The feeling was not something he liked, but the body reacted to it none the less. Especially when a finger slipped inside of him. Her. This damned useless body!!

He could kill right now. Truely, he wanted to bathe in the blood if the women-man behind him. But something about the way he was stroked from the inside and outside. Hnn~...delightful. If not infuriating. Weak little things. Women has such sensitivities about them he was beginning to realize. And take note on for future reference when he next took a woman. Which he would have to practice now.

"<i style="color:rgb(13, 255, 2);]You will have none of it, little cow...[/i]<font color="#f3f8f2]"[/font] he hissed angrily, causing the space to stop around him no sooner than the last word was from his lips. The stroking and rubbing stopped, caught in time as he pushed away and tore a sheet from the bed to cover the skin he didn't want to be touched. Which was all of it. The body was not his own, but he felt it. Such a horrible feeling. Or so he told himself even as he moved his hand between himself and rubbed. As an experiment. The shock of the pleasure forced him to pull away in disgust once more.

The beast wanted to feel him again? Fine. She would, but on his own terms. Time once more started and the creature in Seri's body sat in a chair, body covered in the black sheet like it was crafted for such a purpose. Her body. Waves of cloth gathered almost perfectly around their that they even looked more regal than the statue of Artemis. One elbow settled on the arm of the chair, a fist made to hold a head up as if bored with the situation. "<font color="#2bff00]If you wish for my rage, then you do as I say little cow. Now, come here. Let me see your boy with eyes of my own...[/font]"[/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - danixiewrites - 09-08-2015

<img style="Lyta Fiera" src="http://i1299.photobucket.com/albums/ag76/danixiewrites/lyta_zpsk848tfg6.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Lyta tilted her head at Ruka, a waif of a smile on her lips as his lips touched the back of her hand. The rest of the smile touched eyes that held a mere sparkle of tears, having been soothed into stalling their downpour by Saydri's gentle brushes of her hair. Humor lit inside her like the tiniest ember cast aloft from a wood-fired stove, and only because this time, she was certain whatever had stolen the proprietor's attention was not to be pinned on her.

And then came the uncertainty, which made her rub her head a little more against Saydri's hand. Had she taken up too much of the man's time, when he had other matters of business to deal with? Causing distractions and getting fed and--she cut her concerns off with a half-shake of her head that brought brown eyes to meet silver ones. It's not?

She glanced down at the plate she'd barely taken notice of while the tide of worry and shame had threatened once more. "Oh..." The rasped syllable came out and Lyta winced. Her stomach growled, clearly uncaring of the plate's contents beyond one simple fact: "It's...perfect. Not Jello or soft-to-mush meals served en hospital."

Despite how little she liked to use her voice now when she'd once made balconies sparkle with it, she was as grateful some words had returned as she was ashamed they had left her for tears to begin with. Words that came out slow and scratchy, but more easily in the presence of one other, and with the steady strokes of her hair.

She slid her belongings to one side--easily within reach--then picked up the fork and nudged the toast. Everything was better than hospital fare except for the toast. She'd had quite enough of overcooked bread, as well, but she'd eat. She'd eat because this was a gesture of kindness and caring--not borne from mere tolerance or reclaimed scraps from someone else's meal, which she'd feared so much at the start of the day. Except she wasn't alone in her hunger, surely. Turning her plate, Lyta nudged half of its contents toward Saydri. "You haven't eaten yet, either," she said quietly, a murmur that to her dismay sounded as though she growled.

She feared he'd taken it that way when his hand stopped moving, but when she glanced up at the clenched edge of his jaw Lyta could tell his focus was elsewhere. Just as Ruka's had been. The same thing? Or were they concerned with different things? Carefully, she set the fork down and looked around. Sniffing the air, with her fox in its current, beaten-down state, wasn't going to be useful. The anxious way he held his body sent a slight chill down the center of her back. She raised a hand to graze fingertips against his arm. "What is it?"