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Post by Paladin on Jun 16, 2014 20:37:34 GMT
The Josei Rakuwen Bathhouse!  -- WOMEN ONLY! |
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Post by Paladin on Jun 16, 2014 20:39:08 GMT
“ AaAaHhhhH, that's nice." Euphaire chimed as her lithe, fair skinned body dipped deep into one of the famous Josei Rakuwen Bathouses tubs. It was heated from burning coal just beneath it, giving off a hazy steam in the entirety of the establishment. It had occurred to her earlier that day, that since arriving, she'd taken not a moment to herself. First the dimensional jumping from Gaia to here, then getting thrown in prison, only to go through a bunch of hell and high water involving a large occult ring of sadists, and not to mention an attempted rape and mugging gone horribly wrong on the offenders part. She sunk deeper, letting the water saturate her just up to her lips, and for a moment, it seemed she was nodding off to dreamland. The whisps of sleep had begun to pull at her mind, and the water just seemed to boil away all of her troubles and aches. Her lavender eyes were open, but dull, her hair that was usually in a neat bun, was coarse with dampness, and strewn about like a maelstrom across her face. And slowly, her eyes began to shut, the room becoming deeper and deeper with a thick foggy mist, the hands of sleep wrapping their soft, shimmering hands about her... BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! "WHO!? WHAT!? THE FUCK!?" She leapt up in sudden surprise, a wave of silvery essence and force blasting out from her frame, effectively destroying her bath, and sending water every damn where and making her fall(cheeks first) onto a bed of hot coal. Her eyes watered and her lips trembled as the black embers sought to burn memories into her glutes. "yyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeoooOOOOOOWWWWCH!!!! SON OF A FUCKING BITCH! FUCKING COCKSUCKER GOD FUCKING DAMMIT ARGH!" The other patrons listened from behind a closed door as she screamed all her profanities, wondering just what the fuck was all that raucus about? She fumbled through her clothes until she found the source of the incessant beeping that caused her cheeks to feel the ebony wrath of flame licked stone. It was a small, communication device of some sort, beeping and alarming to remind her of some god forsaken appointment. When she flipped it open to look at what could POSSIBLY have been so important to make herself lose sleep, her mouth was left agape. "He's here." She traded her look of irritation for one of focus. Her full suit of atrophic armor found itself hugging her frame in the form of a black blouse, skirt, and stockings from a flash of dark tendrils, her cursed blade sheathed on her back. Black heels clicked as she opened the door. When she did, the eves dropping girls scattered as if she hadn't known exactly what they'd been doing, but still couldn't help but to make awkward extended eye contact that could put Bo Burnham to shame. Probably due to the fact she was in something completely different than what she arrived in. "Well, what the hell are all of ya' standing still for!?" They all traded looks of confusion. Euphaire sighed. "A BOY is coming!" The girls broke into a fit of rage-filled screams, filling their hands with every blunt or sharp utensils they could find, taking defensive guerila war positions. Probably not as effective as Eden Raid, but Euphaire would be lying is she said a good pan or pot didn't work wonders on a guys junk. Dark Focus* |
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Arsenal
Nu Guardian
This character will be for fun. My main which I am using for Salem will be on another account.
Posts: 15 
Join Date: 6/14/2014
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Post by Arsenal on Jun 16, 2014 21:13:16 GMT
[ 30 Minutes prior ]Malcolm ran his hands through his chestnut brown hair, in the other hand held a drink. Ugh . . . Out of all the places he would be stuck at with no beautiful ladies to flirt with, it had to be a bar, and a Friday night . . . He chuckled thinking to his own idiotic thoughts, what else could he do really? He wasn't drunk, this was only his first drink and it was only half empty. Chrysis stayed safely to his side as if leaving his side would mean the world ending in a ball of flames. He looked to the right as he heard a the *ding* of a bell, it had been three men, that to be honest looked like teenagers. They walked up to the bar a couple of seats away from him, he was not trying to listen in on their conversation but what else could he do? I mean they were super fuckin' close to him.
One of the three boys: Yeah I heard about that hot spring! For only girls too! We should go peek.
Malcolm popped his shoulder and grinned. A hot spring~? Full of only girls~? Perfect, maybe he could go see some nudes with em'. He then chuckled, now he was a pervert, lady killer, and many other names. But he would not peak on a girl, he was not that desperate for a lay, like seriously. But he was determined to not let the other three boys peak on them, he had to keep the peace~!
Out of the corner of his right eye he saw the three boys stand up and walk towards the door. He simply counted to five and stood up. Malcolm wore a black body suit, but really the fabric of such was unknown to him, it was gifted to him from his uncle who he spent most of his adolescent life with. Above that he war metal plates over his gut, chest, both shoulders, and thighs. It was not all around it just protected the vital parts really. Then on his side laid softly a baby blue veil that seemed to have some unknown markings.
Malcolm looked over to the three boys who had just then left the bar. After a couple of seconds, about ten, he walked out seeing the three boys off in the distance. And with inaudible footsteps he tailed the boys for quite a long ways.
[Malcolm Thinking to himself: How for is this stupid hot spring . . . Maybe I should just go on and g- Oh shit.]
As Malcolm's train of thought was stopped he looked up seeing the large wooden bridge along with a voluminous lake, but that was not all the was large. There was some sort of towering building that he suspected to be the hot spring. After a moment of gawking he was shaken up by loud beeps, at this point he looked back to the three boys that were for some reason running in Malcolm's direction. Malcolm held out his hand to the boys with a trail of sweat trickling down the side of his face.
"H-Hey what's going on gu-"
Three boys all together : RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Malcolm watched as the three boys zoomed past him, he scratched his cheek nervously thinking of what could have happened to spook the boys so fast, maybe they knew what that alarm meant . . . Oh son of a . . . Did it mean intruders? No, couldn't of been . . . But what if it was? He should get the hell out of here while he had the chance or he might be thought to be the peeping tom.
But as soon as he turned around getting ready to make a swift escape . . . He heard screams of some girls . . And he, with a pale face looked back seeing blunt and sharp weapons and/or utensils . . . Fuck my life . .
"L-Ladies listen. I am not the peeping to-"
In mid-speech he was caught off-guard by a flying pot. He would fall back to the ground and nervously look to the mob of angry girls and get back up waving his hands trying to get them to calm down.
"Hey w-w-wait! I am a good looking guy why should I have to peep on you girls . . . Wait . . WAIT THAT CAME OUT WRONG."
Malcolm's icey blue eyes on the mob, his eye brown and lips twitching in a nervous fit. He couldn't possibly lay a hand on these poor defenseless girls, that is not what a man could do. What the hell did he get himself into now . . . |
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Post by Paladin on Jun 17, 2014 19:26:44 GMT
Plucking at the strings that made her dance
The marionette was given a chance
If this boy thought he'd get away
Then he would surely be forced to pay!
The reapers scorn could be felt, but not heard
And the dark blade, in her mind, it stirred.
"So he still doesn't know where we are. We've got the advantage, then." <Exploit it. We can end this quickly.> "Right. Concealment Sheathe engage." <I won't miss if you don't. Go.> KABOOM!The wall to the right of the entryway bloomed forward, sending a hail of thick, splintered wood forward, peppering the bridge, and if the armor-donned woman was lucky, the man who stood on it. What caused the explosion, though!? Whatever came from inside the building couldn't be seen or heard, but surely there was something there! Her black blade was no longer black at all, but gone! It was no longer in her hand, but instead was on B-line straight for the bad boys heart. Not quite Cupid's arrow, but this would suffice! Eden Raid - Containment Sheathe: Eden raid is sheathed in a scabbard that blocks out all light and sound.
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Arsenal
Nu Guardian
This character will be for fun. My main which I am using for Salem will be on another account.
Posts: 15
Join Date: 6/14/2014
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Post by Arsenal on Jun 17, 2014 19:54:15 GMT
Malcolm was a rather calm, cool, and collected person overall. Something like this would not effect him to much. All he knew was the he would have to run away, and fast. For one he needed to get away from this mob . . Really, he couldn't just fight a mob of random and half-nude girls.
Malcolm would already be running away when he heard the explosion [or what he thought was an explosion but was actually the invisible blade flying through the wall] and this so-called blade was flying towards him trying to skewer his heart and make a Malcolm kabob, so the blade would probably only hit the ground where he used to stand. It was not that he saw the girl or the blade but the fact he was trying to run away from the mob of girls trying to hit him with pots and pans.
Though the loud sound had raised his curiosity, though the whole time he was just making sure to get away from the stinkin' mob that was focused on castrating him. However he was still on-guard waiting for anything that would come to his attention . .
"GIRLS LISTEN, I AM NOT THE PEEPING TOM!!!! IT WAS THE THREE OTHER BOYS !!!! I WAS TRYING TO GET THEM TO STOP AND THEY TRIPPED THE ALARM."
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