When Nadeline would explain what her nightmare was like, Savayna could believe it. She was shocked as all hell, but she did believe it. Nadeline was indeed without the skill of swimming, which was ironic since she grew up in a city surrounded by water. Though, Nadeline would cut it short as they had to hurry it along. The other’s wouldn’t get out of their nightmares by themselves. She would warn Savayna to watch out for monsters as they were incredibly strong.
As they went through the halls, monsters would be slain here and there. Along the way of these halls, Nadeline noticed more pools of darkness and she would point out that one of them was quiet and deduced that it was the one belonging to Grant. Savayna would heed Nadeline’s words and would head into the one that was Grant’s.
When Savayna went into Grant’s pool of darkness, she looked around and she recognized the elaborate and intricate designs along the room. The colors of blue and gold and white laced together so perfectly, including the bed. Yes, Savyana remembered exactly where she was. This was Grant’s room, formally his father’s. As she walked more through the room, she saw Grant hugging an unconscious woman. Her raven-colored hair matched Grant’s own. Savayna walked closer to Grant and she took notice to the painting. She then looked to the woman in Grant’s arms and it was his mother. Is this his worst fear? Reliving his mother’s death? Savayna tried to piece what his was and as she would do that, there was another scene,t his time it was two men — one older and one in his late 20s. The younger one had just killed the older one and Grant was there seeing it and he then killed the younger one. Savayna was beginning to understand. I see, so he’s reliving the worst moments in his life in succession.
As Savayna continued to watch, then there was yet another scene, but this time it was at a resturant. She remembered this too. This was when they had that god-awful date. Savayna didn’t know that this was one of his worst memories; or rather, one of his fears. In this specific scene, it seemed the one moment that Savayna mentioned Jaakuna killing who he thought was his father for her. Savayna now had a look of surprise on her face. She literally had no idea that this was his a specific fear of his. Did he fear that I would go to Jaakuna again? Savayna now understood more depths of Grant’s soul.
Just as she was going to approach him, she was transported back to his room and there he was holding his mother again. Savayna didn’t understand. Why would it go back to here? Unless it was that he was reliving all of the worst moments in his life over and over again. Oh Grant.. Her heart ached for him. Savayna had to do something. She walked up to him, knelt down on one knee, and touched his shoulder. “Oh Grant..” Savayna said, “This isn’t real, Grant. Remember, your mother and father and brother died a long time ago and that date of ours already happened. This is all just an illusion playing on your worst fears and worst moments in your life. “
Sitting in his darkness of a cell, Jaakuna wallowed in his self-pity and lack of self-worth. He had lost everyone and he really had no reason to live. That is why he chose to accept Zodiark as his god and let him take control of his body as a testament to that. Jaakuna sat in the water and he heard footsteps. He raised his head, thinking it might be Zodiark to converse with him briefly like he had done since five days ago after he took control of his body. Jaakuna saw and it wasn’t Zodiark. It was someone different and a happy expression appeared across Jaakuna’s face.
“Emiri!?” Jaakuna propped up to his feet. [b]“You were able to unfreeze yourself a second time! How did you do it?” Jaakuna asked.
He didn’t get an answer. All she did was pat him on his head before he propped up on his feet. He didn’t understand how she melted away the bars. They were meant to keep him sealed away, only enough room so that he can pop in his waking life here and there. She placed a hand on his head and soon they weren’t in the cell anymore, they weren’t in whatever part of a nightmare Jaakuna was in anymore. They were in Nabudis. Jaakuna felt like himself again. He didn’t’ feel Zodiark in him anymore, he didn’t feel the dark presence of the Keeper of Precepts anymore. No, he didn’t feel any of that, and yet, something was very off. Jaakuna had never knew Emiri to be able to clear away any sort of mist within someone or even melt away bars of steel. Jaakuna never knew Emiri to know any of that stuff. There was indeed something off about Emiri.
“You’re…You’re not Emiri.” Jaakuna exclaimed backing away from Emiri or whoever the hell it was. “You can’t be her!” He exclaimed once more.
Wesley was in bad shape, like really bad shape. He had been cut all over his torso, and he was bleeding out fast. Nadeline had almost killed him and Wesley knew he failed her, so she had every right to do so. Wesley knew that he deserved a fate much worse than this. Everything that had happened to Nadeline and his family did so cause of his foolishness. Yes, he truly believed that he deserved this fate. And that’s when he saw her — another her, anyway.
Wesley looked up and he saw another Nadeline fighting the Nadeline that was about to kill him and the Grant that killed Nadeline’s rapist, his father, and his brother. The two of them fought the other Nadeline. The new Nadeline would strike down the Nadeline that tried to kill Wesley. That’s when Grant would shoot at the new one and a protect spell came to form and guarded her from any harm. That’s when a curaga spell came and the Nadeline that was raped in front of him and Grant would come at the new one, to which she would speak of how Wesley must snap out of it and that everything he saw was an illusion, and that she was the real one.
As Wesley listened, he knew that it was a trick. Everything from the point that he saw Nadeline get raped to when she almost killed him, how was he supposed to know what was real and what was an illusion? “Is this the fate I deserve? For failing you, I am tortured with the farce of a potential illusion of my worst fears.” Wesley laughed at himself. “I guess the punishment fit’s the crime.” He smiled and looked down.
A smile came over him. Francis definitely wasn’t expecting this, but then again, one does not become the leader of an assassin group without being a skilled warrior. Truly, Shion was remarkable in every way and if she wanted to spar with Francis, he would indulge in her request. “I say that’s a wonderful idea.” He said brandishing his Alpha Blood Greatsword. He held it like a katana, but obviously it was much bigger than that. “I must warn you, I will not go easy on you just cause of your gender.” He said holding his sword in a double handed grip. “I sure hope you like big sticks.” He said winking to Shion.
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“YOU FUCKING BITCH! WHY THE HELL DID YOU SLAP ME !?” Savayna yelled out to Nadeline.
Of all the things that she could do, when Savayna was in the worst mood that she had ever been, the fucking bitch slaps her. She gripped her face, she looked around, specifically behind her. She wasn’t in Archades anymore, she didn’t see her other self getting her brains fucked out of her ass, she didn’t see Vincent do said fucking. No, she didn’t even see the light that gleamed upon the Emperor’s Office. She looked around and she saw a dark, rusty, old, stinky-ass room. She was back in Nabudis.
‘What the hell happened? I was in Archadia, and my homeland..” Savayna retorted.
As she would remember everything, she remembered all the bad things that happened, her thinking that she deserved everything that happened to her and even all of her friends and her Grant telling her that she was a whore. Yes, she remembered wanting to get raped by Vincent, thinking that she deserved it. Savayna remembered Nadeline coming in to try and snap her out of it and how Savayna didn’t believe her. She remembered even starting to get in on the action that the other her and Vincent were doing. She remembered the slap and all the words that Nadeline told her about how she abandoned everything she worked for in Archadia to help her friends. She remembered how she told Nadeline about how Grant didn’t care. Yes, she remembered it all.
“Wait, I remember now. I was caught in some…dream? No, not a dream, a nightmare — a really, really bad nightmare.” Savayna figured it out and now she was thinking back to when her and Nadeline got pulled into the ceiling. “Last thing I remember was we got pulled into the ceiling and everyone else to the floor and walls.” She said placing her hand on her face thinking about where the others were. She removed her hand from her face. “If everyone else is in the same type of nightmare, how did you escape? You’re the one who saved me, so who saved you?” She asked Nadeline.
Hearing her speak about seeking out power and how that would bring attention to herself, she sought out the potential in people. She would recruit them and grow them in ways similar like a plant As she would say that, Shion would grow a white flower that had a golden-yellow center. As she would state that she had eyes and ears all around Ivalice, the flower turned to dust and she manipulated it in her hand. That’s when she would respond to his second question to which she simply said that she hasn’t found a man that was worthy enough and how even Hamut wasn’t worthy of her, though she would assume that she was superior to him. He chuckled.
“Hamut is an old man drunk with power, but he doesn’t know restraint, he’s also arrogant and quite foolish. If it wasn’t for the fact of me not caring for the First Judge seat, I would kill him without a moment’s hesitation.” Francis spoke rather cruelly about his leader. “You’re obviously superior to him. He is old and on death’s door, while you’re at your prime. Truly, you are a sight to behold, Miss Shion.” And there he was at it with the flattery once more. Francis was on a mission and he would not rest until he made himself worthy of her.
Of all the things that she could do, when Savayna was in the worst mood that she had ever been, the fucking bitch slaps her. She gripped her face, she looked around, specifically behind her. She wasn’t in Archades anymore, she didn’t see her other self getting her brains fucked out of her ass, she didn’t see Vincent do said fucking. No, she didn’t even see the light that gleamed upon the Emperor’s Office. She looked around and she saw a dark, rusty, old, stinky-ass room. She was back in Nabudis.
‘What the hell happened? I was in Archadia, and my homeland..” Savayna retorted.
As she would remember everything, she remembered all the bad things that happened, her thinking that she deserved everything that happened to her and even all of her friends and her Grant telling her that she was a whore. Yes, she remembered wanting to get raped by Vincent, thinking that she deserved it. Savayna remembered Nadeline coming in to try and snap her out of it and how Savayna didn’t believe her. She remembered even starting to get in on the action that the other her and Vincent were doing. She remembered the slap and all the words that Nadeline told her about how she abandoned everything she worked for in Archadia to help her friends. She remembered how she told Nadeline about how Grant didn’t care. Yes, she remembered it all.
“Wait, I remember now. I was caught in some…dream? No, not a dream, a nightmare — a really, really bad nightmare.” Savayna figured it out and now she was thinking back to when her and Nadeline got pulled into the ceiling. “Last thing I remember was we got pulled into the ceiling and everyone else to the floor and walls.” She said placing her hand on her face thinking about where the others were. She removed her hand from her face. “If everyone else is in the same type of nightmare, how did you escape? You’re the one who saved me, so who saved you?” She asked Nadeline.
Hearing her speak about seeking out power and how that would bring attention to herself, she sought out the potential in people. She would recruit them and grow them in ways similar like a plant As she would say that, Shion would grow a white flower that had a golden-yellow center. As she would state that she had eyes and ears all around Ivalice, the flower turned to dust and she manipulated it in her hand. That’s when she would respond to his second question to which she simply said that she hasn’t found a man that was worthy enough and how even Hamut wasn’t worthy of her, though she would assume that she was superior to him. He chuckled.
“Hamut is an old man drunk with power, but he doesn’t know restraint, he’s also arrogant and quite foolish. If it wasn’t for the fact of me not caring for the First Judge seat, I would kill him without a moment’s hesitation.” Francis spoke rather cruelly about his leader. “You’re obviously superior to him. He is old and on death’s door, while you’re at your prime. Truly, you are a sight to behold, Miss Shion.” And there he was at it with the flattery once more. Francis was on a mission and he would not rest until he made himself worthy of her.
Savayna heard every single word that Nadeline said, but she wasn’t listening, not really anyway. Her gaze was turning to the other her and Vincent. The passion that fumed from their bodies made her feel worse and worse, and yet, she felt all tingly inside, as if she was getting turned on watching. Her insides wanted to join them and she probably could if she wanted. Though, the real Savayna gazed to Nadeline with eyes of despair and wanting. “Grant doesn’t love me. He told me that I’m just a one-gil whore. Besides, he’s royalty — how could he love someone as low as me?” She said as she would walk over to the other her and Vincent. “This is where I belong. I was never good enough to be friends with any of you, and I deserve this.” She said as she traced her fingers around Vincent’s back, and lining it around his buttocks.
When she asked him what he really wanted, Francis was split there. He wanted to talk to his son, but yet, as he gazed upon Shion’s wonderful body, he found himself wanting her. Perhaps the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree as Michel was also a player, a ladies man, and irresistible to women, or so Francis has been told. “I first would like to see or talk to my son. After that, well I’m sure we could come to some…understanding.” He said smiling and removing his hand from her chin. He still looked at her auburn eyes with his ocean blue pearls.
Shion would ask Francis whether or not he let the rumors of Utena frighten him. They did not frighten him, but he did admit that some of the things they did were questionable, even from his standards. "No, I am not frightened by what your organization has done in the past or what they are currently doing in the present.” Francis said closing his eyes and smiling. He reopened them. “A couple things interest me. First off, how does the son of a Judge — my son — even turn up on Utena’s radar? My young Michel is definitely brighter for his age and his charm can get him into good deeds with some, but I’m quite surprised to even hear that he’s within the ranks of Utena, let alone a high-ranking member.” Francis admitted to himself that he was quite surprised his son has done so well for himself. “The other thing I am find myself wondering is how does a woman of your beauty not have a husband? Truly you be looking for a very specific man to capture your heart.’ Francis smiled curiously.
When she asked him what he really wanted, Francis was split there. He wanted to talk to his son, but yet, as he gazed upon Shion’s wonderful body, he found himself wanting her. Perhaps the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree as Michel was also a player, a ladies man, and irresistible to women, or so Francis has been told. “I first would like to see or talk to my son. After that, well I’m sure we could come to some…understanding.” He said smiling and removing his hand from her chin. He still looked at her auburn eyes with his ocean blue pearls.
Shion would ask Francis whether or not he let the rumors of Utena frighten him. They did not frighten him, but he did admit that some of the things they did were questionable, even from his standards. "No, I am not frightened by what your organization has done in the past or what they are currently doing in the present.” Francis said closing his eyes and smiling. He reopened them. “A couple things interest me. First off, how does the son of a Judge — my son — even turn up on Utena’s radar? My young Michel is definitely brighter for his age and his charm can get him into good deeds with some, but I’m quite surprised to even hear that he’s within the ranks of Utena, let alone a high-ranking member.” Francis admitted to himself that he was quite surprised his son has done so well for himself. “The other thing I am find myself wondering is how does a woman of your beauty not have a husband? Truly you be looking for a very specific man to capture your heart.’ Francis smiled curiously.
Good post :D! I really liked the monkey, made me laugh a bit. xD
Sitting on the desk, Savayna knew she heard a voice. She would just watch her other self beginning to accept the fact that she was getting raped. The moans of pleasure were getting more voluntary rather than out of the funny feeling that her body felt. Savayna saw her other self even cry out “harder and faster” to Vincent. The silver-haired man would do as such. The other Savayna would actually lie back-first on the table, grip the bare back of Vincent, and wrap her arms and legs around him, accepting him in every way imaginable.
While the real Savayna was watching, she found herself crying and smiling. She knew she deserved that and she had always been a dirty slut. Though, watching it for herself made her realize how much of one that she was. Savayna kept on watching and watching until a familiar voice called out to her again. This time, as she would look over, she saw Nadeline. The blonde princess was calling out to her, saying all of this wasn’t real. Savayna smiled. She knew this was another illusion created by her own worthlessness.
When Savayna listened more to Nadeline about how this wasn’t real, she spoke. “You reject me and now you want to tease me with phony facts about how this isn’t real?” She said, as her eyes looked over to the other her and Vincent getting it on like two bunnies. “Look at them, do I not deserve this? I am a whore. I mean, look at how much I want it.” She said as she worthlessly smiled, tears dropping from her eyes as she did so.
As his hand lightly caressed her cheek, Shion would move slightly closer to him. She was mere inches away from him, and his arm had to back up a bit, but his hand still on her cheek. A smile took his face and word would come out. “You can take it how you see it, Miss Shion. I am a man who always delivers.” It was on that, a half-sincere, half-seductive expression appeared on his face. His hand moved from her cheek to her chin, gripping it gently.
While the real Savayna was watching, she found herself crying and smiling. She knew she deserved that and she had always been a dirty slut. Though, watching it for herself made her realize how much of one that she was. Savayna kept on watching and watching until a familiar voice called out to her again. This time, as she would look over, she saw Nadeline. The blonde princess was calling out to her, saying all of this wasn’t real. Savayna smiled. She knew this was another illusion created by her own worthlessness.
When Savayna listened more to Nadeline about how this wasn’t real, she spoke. “You reject me and now you want to tease me with phony facts about how this isn’t real?” She said, as her eyes looked over to the other her and Vincent getting it on like two bunnies. “Look at them, do I not deserve this? I am a whore. I mean, look at how much I want it.” She said as she worthlessly smiled, tears dropping from her eyes as she did so.
As his hand lightly caressed her cheek, Shion would move slightly closer to him. She was mere inches away from him, and his arm had to back up a bit, but his hand still on her cheek. A smile took his face and word would come out. “You can take it how you see it, Miss Shion. I am a man who always delivers.” It was on that, a half-sincere, half-seductive expression appeared on his face. His hand moved from her cheek to her chin, gripping it gently.
I'll admit, I was inspired by the movie We're The Millers, especially one character in that movie that was like G. And feel free to create a few of his crew if you want. :D
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When Dominick the Dwarf gave Nikolai a shaky thumbs up, Carlos padded the guy. "You're a good man for a short man, Domi!' Carlos said smiling cheerfully at the dwarf. He just let out a burp and passed on the ground. Carlos whistled and slowly looked away.
He heard Niko make a mention of a bus and Carlos nodded. On that, they went outside, and as they did, Niko mentioned them asking for help from one of the creatures around. Carlos nodded once more as he agreed with his new friend. Carlos looked around and he saw someone who at least looked friendly. "Hey sir, can you help us?" Called out Carlos.
A turn of a head, the one that Carlos called out to looked at him. They would see a nine-foot Gorilla with purple and white fur wearing what looked like skater hat and other such clothing that a skater would wear. He even had a long-ass skateboard to boot. "What can I do for you mah homies!?" He asked.
Carlos looked at the Skater Gorilla with a straight face. "Peep this homeskillet! We're human!"
"Word?"
"Oh yeah."
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle! You're really human!"
"It's surreal, I know, but can you help us out?"
"I'll try dawg!"
Carlos explained the situation to the Gorilla about how they wound up in magical realm and how they needed to get to an abandoned warehouse in the dark district. Carlos would introduce himself to the Gorilla and also introduce Niko. The Gorilla also would state his name to be G.
"So, G, can you help us out?" Carlos asked him.
"Fo'shizzle! My crew will escort you personally." G said, crossing his big arms and nodded.
"Well, I guess that settles that. You game, Niko?" Carlos asked Niko.
Lenore and Audrey kept on walking. She found herself walking alone as she would look back to Audrey who had stopped, obviously taking her own advice. Lenore was a bit confused on why Audrey would stop, and then she saw Audrey speed up to her. As she did, she then suggested they keep on walking, but at a slower pace. She shrugged and just kept on going. Though, Audrey would also suggest walking slower. Lenore instantly thought that Audrey was worried about the wound on Lenore's forehead. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Lenore was lying, but she had to put a brave face on.
As Audrey would ask Lenore if she had any ideas, Lenore was about to answer her, but that's when a street light would start to flicker and then it popped like a balloon. Lenore shrieked, and she found herself hopping into Audrey's arms, which then caused them to fall, Lenore's butt in Audrey's face. "Oh dear.." She said as she would get up, no doubt that Audrey was getting suffocated by her big ass. "Sorry. You're not hurt are you?" She asked her genuinely concerned.
Chris felt a certain genuine feeling coming from Beth when she responded to his story about how he got his nickname, Fists. He would return her genuineness as she would explain how she got her nickname of Inks. She would show him rather than show him. Beth ripped off a sleeve of her jacket and what Chris saw explained it all. He chuckled slightly as it would seem the both of them have simple stories of their nicknames. She would further state that she had another just like it on her leg. Chris raised an eyebrow as if curious, but he decided not to press forward on that. She would make a mention that she sometimes has been called Bonnie.
“It seems your story is more straightforward than mine is.” Chris said, “I’ve also been called another name. People would often refer to me as Clyde.“ He said as he would sip some coffee. It wasn’t a loud one, but it was definitely audible. The hot liquid touched his tongue and went down his throat smoothly. The sweetness really balanced out the bitter taste of pure coffee.
When he set his cup down, Beth would ask Chris about what they should do next. Considering they are wanted for not only bank robbery, but thanks to Chris, they were also wanted for murder. He caught her glare as if he was to blame for it. “Hey, don’t give me that look. We were in a jam and you were taking too long getting the cops out of our way.” Chris huffed, but he sighed. “Let’s see, maybe we should figure out what the Artifact was for and why we were sent to that bank in the first place.” Chris said, “did your contact get back to you at all?” Chris asked her as he took more moderate sips of his coffee, burping slightly as he did so.
“It seems your story is more straightforward than mine is.” Chris said, “I’ve also been called another name. People would often refer to me as Clyde.“ He said as he would sip some coffee. It wasn’t a loud one, but it was definitely audible. The hot liquid touched his tongue and went down his throat smoothly. The sweetness really balanced out the bitter taste of pure coffee.
When he set his cup down, Beth would ask Chris about what they should do next. Considering they are wanted for not only bank robbery, but thanks to Chris, they were also wanted for murder. He caught her glare as if he was to blame for it. “Hey, don’t give me that look. We were in a jam and you were taking too long getting the cops out of our way.” Chris huffed, but he sighed. “Let’s see, maybe we should figure out what the Artifact was for and why we were sent to that bank in the first place.” Chris said, “did your contact get back to you at all?” Chris asked her as he took more moderate sips of his coffee, burping slightly as he did so.
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