Xaltwind

Iskah And The Incubus Knight (Xaltwind and PaulHaynek)

Falkran

Just Outside The Singing Satyr Inn

@PaulHaynek

Vanessa stretched both arms up, while still holding her staff, and arched her back... Well, backwards, in a stretch that was accompanied by a suitably elongated "Hmmmmmmmmnnnngh!"-noise. There was still plenty of daylight and the weather was fair and lovely. A good day to set out on a journey indeed. Soon after, the lizardman emerged from the inn - which may or may not need to repair the hinges on their front door for no particular reason whatsoever and which was no fault of any one individual for any reason.

As they began a slow walk towards... Wherever... The dark mage listened to this Iskah-girl and her plight, and the contents of which she had felt the need to recruit help. The busty witch-woman couldn't help but laugh internally at this love-struck girl, not out of malice or contempt mind, but out of the cheer adorableness of her pure maiden's heart. It was refreshing to see someone so... Pure in their intent and feelings. As the reptilian woman finished her little explanation though, Vanessa raised an eyebrow.

"... Too late? What, is this man going to get more celibate if you don't act now?" She asked, smirking. It wasn't like Vanessa had much knowledge about the Lot Knight, Ortus or their imminent conflict with The ORder. After all, she stayed on the road and kept to herself most of the time, so she rarely cared for news about politics or national affairs. "Still, if all you want is to get this boy of your dreams out and slap each other silly, I can probably do something about that. Even if he says 'no'." The dark mage's smirk grew a bit wider at this last bit.

Magic truly was wonderful. It could do so much and solve so many problems. Oh, how the world would be truly so much more and so much better off if people and monsters could just come to see this blatant truth. She walked for a bit, staring upwards at the sky above with sparkly, star-struck eyes... Before returning to reality and looking over at Iskah.

"So, are we going to head on over and pluck your man right now? Is it far to these Lot Knights? I could always speed us up a little in that case." Asking and suggesting, with that damn smirk of hers. And that heaving, bouncing bosom too! So lewd.

Iskah And The Incubus Knight (Xaltwind and PaulHaynek)

Falkran

The Singing Satyr Inn

@PaulHaynek

As the Lizardman replied to her question about potential and prospective pay, Vanessa couldn't help but be smewhat amused at the other female's reaction. Had she not been expecting her flier to draw in those seeking pay for work? Why state that there'd be a reward then? Had she been hoping for some white knight, or holy maiden, or saint, to show up and extend a hand while on one knee, offer up their services and life in order to do a good deed? It was a quaint and charmingly naive belief, if true. Unfortunately, chances of getting someone like that was very, very low.

Still, as this Iskah spoke, Vanessa's eyebrows and smile both lowered and faded a bit at the mention of moneyary compensation. It kept doing so when the prospect of helping her find a man of her own was brought up - as if she'd need help with that. However, when the lizardman offered to partake in an experiment 'or something', the dark mage's smile grew very, very wide again, and her eyes lit up like the star-filled sky during the late hours of dusk.

"Well, with an offer like that, how could I refuse?" She said, in a very seductive and suggestive tone of voice which was completely unbefitting the situation and/or bargain which had just been agreed upon. "You'll be helping me with an experiment, and in return, I'll help you recover this man of yours." As she said this, the attractive black-haired wwoman stood form her seat, rounded the table and positioned herself next to iskah. Extending a gloved hand toi shake the other's, Vanessa added. "I'm at your disposal, milady, please give your command."

She put on a deeper voice than she normally had, and said it in a suave way, like one would expect some dude with the tile of 'Knight of Roses' or some similar flamboyant foppish title who were into philandering and womanizing to act and speak. But at least she wasn't getting down on one knee, grabbing Iskah's hand and trying to give it a smooch.

Whetever the lizardwoman returned the handshake or not though, Vanessa would then return to her side of the table and grab her staff, clearly signalling that she'd prefer to get going rather than remain seated in this den of inquity. She also didn't seem too concerned about causing a further scene and moore fuss, ignoring the eyes of other patrons who might be giving her the side-eye. Or the lew-eye. Or the brown-eye... Wait, no. Scratch that last one.

Iskah And The Incubus Knight (Xaltwind and PaulHaynek)

Falkran

Outside The Singing Satyr Inn

[@PaulHaynek

There it was, the inn/tavern/den of sin mentioned in the flier. It was an amusing thing, this scrap of paper she'd been given. Not by the original hander-outer, no, but by someone who had been gifted one but who then had decided that the listed situation wasn't somehting they had any interest in. But, at least that individual had had the good grace not to use the flier as a handkerchief or toilet paper or as kindling - instead choosing to pass it off to someone else. And that someone else, unlike the original owner, smirked and raised an eyebrow as they'd read the contents of the little bit of paper with scribbles.

"... Need help... Blahblah.... True love... Blahblah... Reward for your assistance...? Oooh~"

Such had been the summary of what the new owner of the little note had said, done and reacted after reading it. And now they stood at the door of the Singing Satyr. The pary offering a reward had noted themselves as 'Iskah' and that they were a Lizardman. Well then, it was time to hear the details of what this all entailed - and more importantly, just what this reward would be!

"Blow, gale."

WHHOOOOOOSH!

KER-SLAM!

A sudden brutal gust of wind suddenly burst through the entrance of the watering hole, causing the wooden door to forcefully swing on its hinges and slam into the wall with a loud bang. No doubt this startled at least a few of the patrons, maybe even the staff. Entering through the now open door, was... The Heroine! ... Or well, that's at least how she narrated the whole thing inside her own head. In truth, it was a human-looking monster girl wearing a big hat, holding an ornate staff and wearing... Uh... Yeah... What... What exactly did you call that...? A dress...? No... No, not a dress... Seriously though! That thing could barely contain her stonkin' huge honkers as they heaved and jiggled all boucny-like with each breath! And her navel was showing! And her back! -... And... sides! ... Yeah... Yeah, let's just call it "dark form-fitting-fabric" for now.... With a pelvic curtain. A really thin one...

Other then that she wore similarly dark thighhighs, a pair of snazzy heels and a pair of dark elbow gloves. She wore some kind of ornate... cloth? Collar? Thing, around her neck too. Her hair was really long and silky, glossy and raven black in color, while her eyes were a bright and sparkling blue... Almost eerily sparkly... Like, they were almoist aglow. Other then that, her skin was your typical pale-ish caucasian tone, free from blemishes, zits, pimples, scars or otherwise - as one would expect a true beauty to be!

But enough about her stunning physique and appearance. The now-obviously over-detailed Dark Mage scanned the interior of the drinking hall. Her eyes going from one end of the room to the other, until they found something. Someone. The Lizardman. Her mouth turned into a wry smile, and she stepped inside. One of the employees soon came up and asked her to please open their door in a less forceful in the future, to which the sorceress just gave a playful giggle at, before moving onwards.

Reaching the table where the reptilian humanoid was seated, the mage slid into a seat on the opposite side. Leaniung her staff against the side of the table, placing both elbows ontop of the table-surface and then resting her chin in her cupped hands, she stared at this 'Iskah' for a bit in total silence, but smiling all the time while doing so.

Finally however, she eventually spoke.

"So, you need someone to help pull your hubbie outta some celibate knighthood, hm~? I could lend a hand, after all, I'm very good at handling a staff." Yep. No implications here what-so-ever! "... But why don't you tell me more about this alleged reward first, alright?" She was still smiling by the way. "Oh, and I'm Vanessa by the way, nice to meet you, Iskah."

Pokémon: The Laventon Institute

Unfortunately, I'm going to have to withdraw my participation in this RP. Which, fortunately, shouldn't cause any trouble as it hasn't started yet, but still. I felt I should at least let all of you know.

Best of luck though!

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Feeling tired and exhausted. Christmas-time be a slog for retail work. :V
Otherwise, just waitin' for new posts.

Pokémon: The Laventon Institute

While I don't think Lancer and Sylvie are related I can totally see him trying to take care of slash parent her.

@LadyAnnaLee

I'm sure the grumpy porcupine would be very happy about that... xD

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Double-post, err mer gerd!
A little collab by me and the Carrot. :3

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Tiffania & Oriel

@TheNoCoKid, @Silver Carrot

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As she was about to step out of the chamber where all the Otherworlders had been... Gathered? Awoken? Dropped? Whatever! The place where all the non-Vectans had assembled, her offer to the others caused only one individual to pipe up. It was... The tiny one. That little midget-thing who'd managed to figure out the whole deal with the magic smartphone before anyone else. Good, she seemed bright - in the sense of being smart, that is - so she'd be a welcome addition to walk and talk with. Plus, she was tiny and cute too! Tiffania couldn't help but smile a little as the smaller otherworlder came fluttering over to join the elf.

Once the little one had made her way over and seemed ready to start heading out, the blonde elf with sparkling blue eyes began moving once more. Though, she seemed to have slowed her stride a bit. Probably because she didn't want to out-pace her new travelling companion who, due to her physically diminiuitive stature, would have to put more effort into keeping up with any being that had longer legs than herself. So, she was just being considerate. Plus, it didn't really look like the little munchkin had quite gotten the grasp on how to fly about just yet.

"Great, let's go." Was all Tiffania said in response to the other girl's reply to her invite.

As they left the chamber where the high priestess and the other otherworlders were though, Tiff almost immediately flipped a swithc to chatty-mode.

"So, nice to meet you and stuff. I'm Tiffan-- Ah, right, I guess I'm Tiffania now." She half-laughed, half-snorted her introduction out. "I was a model back on, y'know, our world" She made the assumption, with no basis what-so-ever, that Oriel was from the same world and reality as ehrself. "before the whole... Dying, thing." She took a moment to look at her own left hand, inspecting it on one side, then flipping it over to look at the other side.

"So like, I'm an elf or something now, 'cording to that magic smartphone-thingy we all got. Honestly, I don't really know much about this fantasy-stuff." She let her hand fall down by her side again, then looked over at Oriel. Eyes twinkling curiously. "What about you?"

"Oh, me?" Oriel replied as she hovered beside Tiffania, sheepishly. "I was a student, who worked a little tech support on the side to pay the bills. Nothing as glamorous as a model. Do you look anything like you used to? Wait..." Oriel trailed off as her eyes grew wide, and she frantically looked around. She spotted what she was looking for; a fountain, and zipped over to it. She peered down and looked at her reflection. She pawed and prodded at her face. She was....so cute! Her hair was green. Her entire facial structure was different. It was a surreal experience, staring at her reflection and meeting the eyes of a stranger. Not just a stranger. A nonhuman fairy. She beckoned Tiffania over to the fountain.

"Hey, do you want to see how you look now. If we both got summoned the same way, you don't know what you look like either, right?"

A student? That wasn't very specific. A grade schooler? Middle? Junior High? College!? Oh well, it didn't really matter one way or the other the elven squire guessed. The little fluttering girl's retort-question gave Tiffania cause for pause though, and she did stop. Thinking about it... Her hand was a lot paler than she remembered. She grabbed a strand of her own hair and held it infront of her face... Yeah... That color wasn't right either... Finally, she looked down, and was rather surprised that her view was blocked by... Welll... A pair of much enlarged twins.

"The heck...? How'd they... Get like... This? Huh?"

In her slight confusion, she watched the green munchkin zip over to a fountain they were passing b... Wait, who put a fountain inside of a church or whatever!? Well, no matter. The tiny thing poked and prodded at her own face for a bit, then called Tiffania over. The much talelr girl strode over, still a bit shocked at her sudden growth--spurt in the chest-area, but nontheless took a peek into the clear surface of the water-ornament. And she blinked. And blinked. Tugged at her cheek. Blinked. Smile. Frown. Poking tongue out. Giving a seductive smirk and wink... Yup... That was her alright.

"I... Look nothing like I used to." She said, staring at her reflection. "My eyes, my hair and my skin are all different... Also, these two grew too." She answered finally, turning over to Oriel and giving a casual poke to one of her own blouse bunnies. She then looked back into the water a final time. "Still good-looking though. Thank you, Goddess." Tiffania smiled happily and gave a quick thank you and hands-together-prayer-gesture to show her gratitude.

Then she started walking back away from the fountain and towards the exit of the temple. She turned back and called for Oriel to come along.

"So where're you from? Before you got here, I mean. My family and I were living in the U.S., California."

Oriel had been averting her eyes, partly in envy, as the elf beside her was posing and poking at her own sizeable cleavage. She was very relieved when they finally left the fountain and began to make their way into the town properly.

"Oh, California, huh?" Orial answered. "I always wanted to visit San Francisco one day. I'm from Tokyo myself. I wonder if the others were all from other parts of the world."

Pokémon: The Laventon Institute

I'm fine with whichever, its not really an issue. :P
Pick whichever you want~

Pokémon: The Laventon Institute

Sylvie Maple

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