Raijinslayer

The Lodge Outside of Segaso City (RP is now closed by GM)

To Ashley's curt refusal, Jaiden merely shrugged his shoulders with a muttered "Meh, worth a shot," eyes following her ascent upstairs, his eyes fairly focused on her ass for a good portion of her walk before he looked back up at towards her. "Have a good night, Ash, and see ya in the morning."

With Ash gone, and having solidly shut him down for any chance of having fun, Jaiden decided that it was around time he get down to business. Getting up to his feet, he gave a slight yawn as he stretched out his back, which still felt a bit stiff from the thrashing it had received earlier. He heard the sound of voices upstairs, probably the doc and the brat, but put them out of his mind as he made his way out the door. Upon making his way into the woods, he happened upon the dude from before doing some martial art moves while shooting fire from his hands as well as Boxcar attempting to make conversation. Jaiden himself didn't say anything as he passed by, merely nodding his head to Sam and giving Boxcar a firm pat on the head that may have been too hard, though whether that was on purpose or accident was hard to tell. Jaiden also made sure to pull his hand away quickly afterwards, not feeling like having to regrow/attach his fingers in case the wolf wasn't a fan of some friendly horseplay. . . or would it be wolfplay in this instance?

Either way, after his brief interaction with those two, Jaiden would make his way into the woods, telling them both that he'd "be back before dawn" as he slipped past the trees and brush. After some time spent walking through the woods, and only after he was sure that no one else was around, Jaiden quickly began to strip down to his birthday suit. After depositing his clothes in a nearby uninhabited tree hollow, he proceeded to shift his body into it's altered form. His flesh giving way to a hard carapace as his eyes, nose, and ears were all replaced with a much more precise and powerful set of sensory organs, all hidden beneath the surface of his arm. Looking around with a tentative air, Jaiden took a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet of the cool mountain night. It was only at the sound of a howling wolf that he began to move, ordering his body to limit pheromone production as he worked to remove his scent, slowing giving up his sense of humanity to the beast within, letting himself be swept away in the thrill of the hunt.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Lazulin Mulciber

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• The Eoldysseus, Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis •

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As the barge made it's way across the waterway at it's brisk pace, a man would sit in one of her seats pre-occupying himself with a game of solitaire. He was young, around his early twenties by the looks of it, with long silky hair that fell down his shoulders like a waterfall of molten silver, framing the angular features of his face in a way to maximize both his appeal and his air of mystery. His flowing silver locks seemed to constantly cover one-half of his face, and on the other shone an orb of intense dark blue, giving all of its attention to the task at hand. With a slow, methodical rhythm to his movements, he continued to play the game, seeming completely uninterested with the world around him. That, however, couldn't be any further from the truth.

From beneath the fringes of his haired, his concealed eye would take fleeting glances at a group of three seated not too far away from him. They all wore the bright white uniforms of the Church's forces, with symbol of the church emblazoned on their back as if it were a standard on a banner, though to the man, it seemed more like a brand. The rank of each was easy enough to figure out with a glance. The inquisitor by the militaristic way he carried himself, checking every thing and everyone to make sure they weren't a threat to his cargo. The boy next to him, on the other hand, was green as could be, likely the older man's apprentice from the way he seemed to remain glued to his superior's side, looking about to and fro with a nervous energy about him. And finally there was his target, the cleric known as Alaric Fasarus. The man was admittedly low hanging fruit in terms of what he probably knew, but it was the first chance at info that the man had gotten a chance at in months.

Still, he needed to be careful. The man had at least one experienced bodyguard with him, an fact that would make things difficult, and was obviously nervous and wary from his body language. Turning back to his table, the young man continued his card game, waiting for the right moment to strike. Train's to crowded, as is the station, but maybe once they leave? Much as I'd like to get my hands on this prick, he isn't worth causing a big scene. Besides, following him any further than this will leave me deeper in enemy territory than I want to be. With a low sigh, the young man decided to continue waiting, resolving that if he couldn't find a way to catch the man in the next town that was coming up, he'd give up the chase and head back to the outskirts. Hopefully, he'd find something of interest out there where the Church's ability to respond was weaker and the people less likely to turn him in for causing a ruckus.

The Lodge Outside of Segaso City (RP is now closed by GM)

"Nice to officially make your acquaintance Ashley, and don't worry about me freaking out. I'm no stranger to odd, monstrous transformations. As long as you aren't going to wolf out and bite me, we'll get on fine. Even a bit better than fine, mayhaps? If I play my cards right?" Unlike the doc or the princess who had been removed from their little band, Jaiden felt that wolf-girl here hung around crowds closer to his own, and more importantly, knew all the signs of what kind of guy he was. With that in mind, why not be a little bit obvious, if only to gauge her opinion of him at the moment. His eyes flicked from Ashley for a second to that of the other dude, whose name and face were completely unfamiliar to him, made his way outside. "Careful out there, some wolves and what not wondering around this area." Jaiden had smelled the scent of a wolf pack, and a big one at that, in the area while he'd been searching for that damn deer, and while wolves weren't really confrontational creatures and tended to leave humans alone, it was better to be safe than sorry. Even with powers, a pack of wolves wasn't something you wanted to mess with.

"Ya know, speaking of wolves. . . " He started, turning his attention back to Ashley as a thought came to him. "Gotta ask, how well do you and wolves/dogs get along? or any kind of animal, for that matter? As you might have seen earlier with the mutt the doc keeps around, animals tend to avoid me like the plague or attack me on sight. Guess something about me wigs them the fuck out.

@Valor

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Ominar, Victorious Secrets
Day 3: 9-am(ish)
interacting @13org's Corinna & @Tuujaimaa's Nabriales

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Damian was. . . uncertain about how to feel about Corinna, unused to anyone really giving him this much attention without anything to prompt it. . . or some darker ulterior motive, which he hadn't completely ruled out. Though what she could possibly want with someone like him was something that Damian couldn't really fathom at the moment. Shaking his head clear of these thoughts, he turned his attention back to the cause of his distrust, feeling his face reddening somewhat more as she called him 'adorable' while discussing with Mr. Nabriales and offering only a bit of a nod towards her following question while he focused on arranging a few of the potions on a nearby shelf.

He soon found himself torn away from this task, however, as Nabriales came up to pull him to the side, the somewhat excited look in the horned man's eyes being one that Damian was quiet familiar with. He often wore that look when he was about to conduct am experiment of some sort, and Damian had little doubt that he was to be the guinea pig for whatever this one turned out to be. Looking down at the potion, Damian gave a small sigh before slowly taking a tentative swig of the unknown concoction.

The purpose of the potion was soon made readily apparent as he felt a . . . strange surge of feelings course through his body. A haze fell over his mind as he reached out to grasp a nearby shelf, letting out a shaky breath as his brain was sent reeling with an influx of intense confusion. Looking back up at his employer, Damian gave a light nod and 'excuse me' before making his way over to Corinna in order to give her that promised tour.

Ms.Corinna . . . she's rather pretty too, now that I think about. Damian's eyes seemed to sharpen as his gaze fixated on the woman before him, focusing on her feet before making it's way slowly down the length of her. The desire that the potion instilled in him was obvious, burning with the emerald depths of his eyes, it radiated off of him like heat from a furnace. But that wasn't the only thing the came off of him, however. With this activation of his primal desires, Damian also unleashed the full affect of his natural Incubus aura, something he often kept under wraps whenever he could so that he didn't accidentally influence people. It's effects were subtle and gentle, like the boy himself, likely taking the woman's current interest in him and fanning the flames ever so slightly.

As he reached her, Damian reached out a hand to her, his innocent smile somewhat wider and somewhat less innocent then before as he spoke to her.

"Are you ready for your tour now, Ms. Corinna? Despite the relatively small size, I assure you that this store has many interesting things to see." His voice came out somewhat deeper than normal. That wasn't the only change, however, as Corinna would notice that in the time it had taken for him to walk over, he had grown just a bit taller, perhaps an inch or so, and that his features had gotten a bit sharper and more rugged, almost as if he had aged up a year or so in those short strides towards her.

St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts

Korrey

Felicity;s inquiry would be answered by a sudden thump, as if something heavy had landed on the floor. After a short while, Korrey would slide the room divider open, wiping the sweat of his brow with a towel. Behind him, she would be able to see a bunch of exercise equipment laying around, including a few compact travel-sized versions of the more intensive machines that each had some sort of glowing crystal situated along their frame in some fashion.

"I must've really been into the work out today, because I didn't even hear you get up." Korrey said in a somewhat exhausted fashion, dressed in some loose fitting black pants, made from a light and breezy material, as well as tighter more athletic shirt that seemed to be made of similar material. Wiping his sweat-laden hair out of his eyes, Korrey looked down at her through the tinted lens of his athletic sunglasses, glad he had remembered to set them somewhere nearby this moment just in case of a situation like this. "Sure, yeah. Just give me a sec to get better dressed. Got to follow that dress code and what not? Mind waiting for me in the hall?"

Korrey gave a quick grin as he slide the partition closed once more, though not before listening to whatever response Felicity decided to give. After a quick shower, he would quickly burst out the dorm in his uniform, though it was obviously adorned with haste given how the tie wasn't properly tied and he was still fumbling with the belt a bit. "God, I hate formal wear." He muttered under his breath, throwing his hands up in defeat after a little more fumbling as he gave up on finishing the tie, leaving it to hang loose around his neck. "Well, at least one of us will look good going down to the cafeteria. I just hope none of the teachers get on me about it before I can find someone to tie this damn noose for me." Korrey gave a his roommate a small grin before breaking into a light jog ahead of her.

Come on, let's get to the food already. I dunno about you,I'm starving after my workout today and I'm going to need some fuel if I want to get through the day.

@Invader Len

Jeanette Blackwood

In the morning after meeting(and waving farewell to) the Golden haired harpy, Jeanette found herself to be rather alone. Upon waking a bit later than she usually did, she found that her partner's side of the room was left rather empty, which left her feeling a bit put out. They had talked for a bit after everything that had happened with the Harpy, but she had been hoping to get to learn a bit more about her this morning.

Not to surprised though, she seemed like such a flighty little thing, she probably rushed out as soon as she woke up. With a yawn, she climbed out of bed looking to her left to see the small, crushed form of the rose from yesterday. With a small smile, she reached out to feel it's petals, focusing her magical energies into it for a small time to help it recover from its ordeal. After she finished caring for the flower, Jeanette would proceed to go through her daily ritual, taking a quick shower using some home-made herbal soaps and perfumes, followed up by apply a light coat of make-up, before finally throwing on her uniform and walking out the door.

She soon found herself at the Dining hall, seeming to be looking at the menu while actually scanning around for both her partner and any. . . interesting subjects to cast her attention on.

@The Errorist

The Lodge Outside of Segaso City (RP is now closed by GM)

Jaiden only blinked as the brat got up in arms about his comments, only offering her a raised eye in response as she stormed off. Huh. . . didn't think she would be so sensitive, He thought as he continued to inhale his food, eyes following her path for a moment before switching over to their cute blonde caretaker as she addressed the group as a whole once more. Listening to what she had to say, he nodded along with most of it, though when she gave him that pointed look, all he did was shrug in response. Honestly, the girl's outburst didn't really seem that big an issue, and given that she came hurtling down from a fricken' space ship, a bit of caution around leaving a stranger around their belongings seemed like the least of what the girl should have expected. 'Oh no, I hurt her feelings'. . . pssh, give me a break. The brat looked at me in my armor form and didn't even flinch. Like hell anything I said really got to her unless she's carrying more baggage then you could fit in a semi-truck.

Getting up with a stretch, Jaiden set a path for the door, intending to do some hunting so that he could be ready for whatever they discovered down in the mysterious dungeon. However, he stopped mid-step as he turned to look at the other chick, who was just lazing about with nothing to do. After tossing the idea in his head for a bit, he decided to sit down and have a chat with her, perhaps even see if his limitless charm could possibly sweep her off her feet and into his bed for the night. Unlikely, but hey, never hurts to aim high. Giving a little mental chuckle at his thoughts, Jaiden took a bit of a breath before he glided over to his target, taking a seat next to her as he tried to engage in some conversation.

"Hey. I figured if we're going to be roomies, we should take the time to get to know each other a bit, yeah? Besides that, I definitely would like to have a redo on the first impression that we had early. Generally bad form to greet someone with your bits dangling out in the open."

<Animorphs>

W.I.P

Higor-Sscro-Liuary

What's your name?

<Higor-Sscro of the Illustrious Liuary family, though amongst the earthlings I must resort to the dull title of Adrian Higginson. Yes, it's stupid, but given what else was suggested, it was truly the best of the bunch.>

How old are you?

<Conversions to your earth years are somewhat difficult, but I believe my age falls somewhere around the 17-19 year range.>

What do you look like?

<In my true Andalite form, I consider myself a fine example of my race, standing at around 7'4 of your earth 'feet'(Such a strange method of measuring, using your foot size as a unit of measurement), with a deep blue coat of sleek fur. Well, mostly sleek, as I do have some shaggy places due to my. . . mother's side of the family. As most Andalites, I possess brilliant green eyes as well as a body that would most closely resemble your kinds idea of a 'Centaur', though my lower half s closer to that of an Earth Deer than a horse. Of course, instead of a wimpy ball of pathetic fluff, my backside possess the powerful and deadly Shorm, or 'Tail Blade'for you humans. It is a wiry culmination of flesh and sinew that I have devoted almost all of my life into learning how to use it effectively. Why, if I so desired, I could cut down a human before they could even process that it had happened. That is how fast a Shorm can move in the hands of an Andalite that knows what they're doing. Truly, a fearsome but elegant weapon, a sign of the Andalite races obvious superiority when compared to all others.>

<In my human guise, however, I stand at a more pitiful 5'10, with a mop of golden blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and the pale pinkish skin that a lot of the humans in the area seem to have, though a tad tanner I think? The build is a bit lean for my taste, but since I doubt I'll ever use this morph for battle(the very idea seems suicidal with how flimsy a race humans are) I guess that's all right.

Do you have any hobbies?

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What are some things that you especially dislike?

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What are your goals for the future? Both immediate and long-term.

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What's your home life like? Specifically, what is your relationship like with your parents?

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What's your favorite animal, and why?

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Favorite color?

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Do you identify with any song or piece of music?

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Do you believe in aliens?

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Firstnames's Relationships

The Smart Guy

The Chick

The Leader

The Lancer

The Big Guy

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Ominar, Victorious Secrets
Day 3: 9-am(ish)
interacting @FallenReaper's Lily & @13org's Corinna & @Tuujaimaa's NAbriales

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Damian's body tightened ever so slightly as the red haired woman talked about meeting a 'certain Fox', having a good idea of who this Fox might be, though he did his best to not let the recognition show on his face. Instead he'd give an understanding nod before giving her a small wave of good-bye as he started to turn towards the shop, hesitating slightly as he thought a bit on what she said.

"Oh, um, Mr. Nabriales may not take cash for his more. . . personalized products, but when it comes to the more run-of-the-mill items, those can be bought with regular currency. Actually, part of my job is handling such transactions while Mr. Nabriales does. . . whatever he ends up doing on that particular day. But if you have somewhere you have to go then I won't stop you. I hope you have a very nice day." After about a month working for the man, Damian could firmly assume that he was anything but a creature of habit, and that what he was doing at any point in the day was near impossible for anyone to really guess but himself, and even that seemed iffy. The man seemed to be driven purely by his whims and whatever interested him at any given moment, making it a bit difficult for the young Licentia to read him. Turning towards the other woman who he had promised a tour, he couldn't help but notice the slight emphasis she placed on the word 'pleasure', and how it sent a few unpleasant shivers down his spine. However, he pushed the feeling aside as he reached out to meet her outstretched hand with one of his own, giving her a warm smile as he did so, but noting that her hands felt a bit strange underneath the pure white gloves that she wore.

"No problem at all, really. My name is Damian, and it is indeed a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Ms. Corinna. As for the kind of items that are in stock, well, it depends. Mr. Nabriales specializes in matters of alchemy, specifically that of creating potions and tinctures of a various sorts, and everything else we have here branches off from that central practice. To be more specific, I guess it could be said we have a little bit of everything? Or, at the very least, the means to make it." At this moment, Damian realized he was still holding Corinna's hand, having gotten to caught up in his thoughts to remember to do so, but as soon as his eyes landed upon the entwined appendages, he was quick to release his grip, the color that had been leaving his cheeks slowly as he time passed since his initial embarrassment now creeping their way back onto his face. "A-Anyway, lets make our way inside for the tour, shall we? I'm sure if you have any further questions, Mr. Nabriales would be glad to assist you. . . well, mostly sure."

On that somewhat hesitant note, Damian would open the door, though instead of entering he'd hold it open for the raven haired woman, the manners his mother had spent decades beating into his head along with every thing else taking hold of him immediately. Once she was inside, Damian would follow close behind, sparing a final parting wave towards Lily before disappearing behind the door. Once inside, Damian set about searching for his horned employer, motioning for Corinna to follow him.

"Mr. Nabriales? We have a customer that may be interested in buying something?"

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Ominar, Victorious Secrets
Day 3: 9-am(ish)
interacting @FallenReaper's Lily & @13org's Corinna

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Damian's blush couldn't help but grow once more at the red haired woman's words, the insinuation causing him to quickly shake his denial as he worked to formulate a proper response.

"N-N-No. I d-didn't see anything, I swear. It's j-just that, um. . . " I've never seen someone as pretty as you before. The boy thought as his voice trailed off, trying to think of something less absolutely embarrassing and pathetic to say. Fortunately for him, the woman didn't seem to dwell on the matter too much, continuing the conversation by offering her name and her hand. Glad to move onto introductions, Damian was quick to return her hand shake with a tender grip of his own.

"A p-pleasure to meet you as well, Mrs.Quarin and I hope that your meeting with Mr. Nabriales wasn't too jarring. He can be a tad . . . eccentric and demanding at times. However, whatever it is you needed done, I can assure that you'll few, if any, others who are as capable an alchemist as he." Damian spoke with an almost reverent tone, as spending a month working with the horned man had shown him more than enough proof that there were few things that he couldn't do with his concoctions. "Oh, and my name is Damian, by the way, just Damian. I'm a relatively new hire at the shop, only been working for about a month or so."

Damian might've said more, but the pair was suddenly approached by another stranger, a stunning dark haired girl with blood red eyes. To his relief, she wasn't as toweringly imposing or teasing as Mrs. Quarin, but she was still a rather attractive woman and that made Damian even more nervous about possible screwing something up and making a fool out of himself. As this new person asked for a tour of the shop, Damian was quick to nod in agreement, feeling glad in his ability to possibly get a customer into the store. As such, he took a moment to focus himself, disguising the action by appearing to think on the matter for a few seconds.Just play it cool, Damian. Be nice, be courteous, and give good service.

"Well. . . yes, I'd be glad to give you a tour of the place, though I'd have to advise against touching anything, for your sake and that of others in the store. Mr. Nabriales stock contains a few. . . hazardous items and it can be hard to differentiate them at times." Damian shivered, remembering a time he almost broke a potion that held a rather nasty curse inside of it, something to do with eternal nightmares if he recalled it correctly. Before he led the new woman into the store, however, he turned to address Mrs. Quarin, feeling it'd be rude to just leave without saying something "You're very welcome to join the tour as well, if you'd like? I know you've finished your business with Mr. Nabriales, but perhaps there is something else in the store that would suit your fancy? He does have a grand array of products such as his potions, perfumes, and . . . l-l-lingerie that I feel m-might appeal to such an obviously fashion forward individual as yourself."

Damian internally cursed himself at his stuttering and light blushing over the mention of lingerie, but given the woman's previous comment, he couldn't help but anticipate a similar comment being made, which made him freeze up and hesitate. Whatever the case, the offer was laid out, so he'd just have to be ready to accept whatever came his way because of it. Though honestly, every passing second of silence would seem to stretch out for an eternity as he resisted the urge to turn his gaze completely to the ground, instead directing it up and away from her, gazing at basically everything but the woman he was addressing.

Vault of Rising Thunder.

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