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Hey, I'm here and wanting to be apart of this again. I think I'll probably still use Sam.
I'm in! :D Same character and everything.
Sam Cross


Sam was sympathetic to how he was struggling with the concept of the calamity that he created, however, Sam was also very impatient. Every second that the man spent looking around, keeping his eyes torn from her boobs (yeah, she caught that and felt like rolling her eyes), and stammering meant one more second less that they had to get out of here. She was so eager to leave that her form even shifted to lean towards the escape, as if it were pulling her by gravity.

Still, the man finally relented in deciding to trust her and Sam's body sprang into activity. She let out a staccato breath that she had been holding in and then plucked him up from the ground. The moment they stood up she was running, pulling the man behind her like a dog on a leash. They ducked into several twisting and turning alleyways that seemed very much like a maze. However, Sam knew this maze well as this was the illegal underbelly of the city. Like cockroaches, there were few people out in the light of the day, but those who were stared hard as the ran by. Sam struggled to ignore them. Going back and punching them to a pulp for visually violating her would only waste her precious time.

They weaved through in what seemed like a nonsense direction until finally walls on either side ended and presented a clearing of sorts where the alleys opened up into a large road, where, across the street was a large and shabby complex of apartment buildings. Samantha inched out of the alleyway, and waited for an opening in which there were the fewest people around to gawk at her and then darted across the way, up the steps, took a few turns and found herself in front of apartment 2323. She bent over to the welcome mat and emerged with a key which she shoved into the lock, savagely turned it, and swung open the door. Sam looked around at the sniveling man and she shot him a serious look. "I brought you to my apartment so you would be safe and I could help you. Don't get any perverted fucking ideas okay?" With a huff she moved in, making her way directly to her bedroom to find clothes. She managed to scavenge from the floor a wrinkled shirt and some sweatpants that read along the side, 'Pierce the Veil', one of her favorite bands.

Meanwhile, in the living room, one would find that her place was a mess. There were dirty dishes still lying, forgotten, on the table. There were ashtrays scattered on many flat surfaces throughout the apartment, one of which had been knocked over, tossing it's gritty contents to the ground. Even more dishes were piled up in the kitchen with cans, used cutting boards, and wine glasses cluttering the counters. It was a disaster zone anywhere you looked and out of this disaster strode Sam, coming back into the living room. She flopped down on the couch and looked the other man over lazily before she spoke, "If you want a beer there's some in the fridge. I think you need one." She snorted a laugh.


@Leolycan It would be okay if you posted just a short post on the young man's behalf (not as an update thing) that way the interaction can go faster and have it go back and forth. Sam's just waiting to see if he wants to go or not.
Sam Cross


When the young man jumped in alarm, scooting back, frightened, Sam held her hands up to show she meant no harm. He had no idea what had happened to him, how he came here, and he blamed it all on her. The naked woman sighed, "One, I didn't do a thing to you. Two, we need to get out of here now. Three, I need you to just trust me and we'll figure it out later." She really really hoped the man would trust her. As she heard the sound of emergency vehicles in the distance she knew she had very little time. It would be such a bother if he chose to be annoying and not do what she said. She really didn't want to leave the man, but she didn't want to die for him either.

Claire called to her, advising her to flee the scene quickly and get some clothes on. Sam nodded, calling back, "I know! I'm working on it." With this, if the man was facing any hesitation she looked at him with peeved though pleading eyes and said, "Pretty please?" She stood up and offered her hand to the shivering and shaking man, dearly hoping he would take it.

I'll post tomorrow morning.
Sam Cross


Sam's molten eyes grew into wide pools as she witnessed the opponent stammer for a bit, confused, almost as if he was suddenly hit with a headache. The robotic legs swayed and buckled, making sickening creaking and squealing sounds. The being's form reduced in size as its bloating began to deflate, like a balloon slowly losing air. The crinkled and moldy skin faded away and in the end, the form was replaced by an entirely normal young man. The woman hesitated, unsure how to react, until, from out of the blue, came a flying creature with knife-like legs that flung itself at the exposed man. Deep lacerations of crimson arose on his arms as he made a futile effort to protect himself.

The dragon lady rushed forward and with one hand tore the vicious little thing off of him. Now being held by her, the creature dug its legs into her arm. Her skin was very thick and resistant for some reason. Instead of the creature mauling her arm to ribbons it only made mild, though still stinging, cuts that made her hiss back a curse. She growled in annoyance, drew back her arm and sucker punched the purple bug. The noise that came was a satisfying crunch as her blow crushed it's exoskeleton and the thing grew limp. She took the dead thing in her hands and threw it back behind her with annoyance and disregard.

The winter's storm began to dissipate until all was left was a bed of snow at her feet, blanketing the area that had been their arena. This snow nearest to her quickly turned to liquid and then further into steam as Sam stood. The use of prana didn't effect her as it did most, instead of exhaustion, she now noticed the flames getting bigger and in a state of greater fluctuation. As prana was expended she lost more and more of the control of the inferno within her. She knew this now. However, it didn't seem to be near as out of control as it had been in the apartment. Sam took a moment, before going to the man to close her eyes and breathe. Each breath felt like a sigh and with each breath her outward flames grew smaller and smaller until they were gone. After what seemed like a long time she opened her eyes and looked down at herself, satisfied to see the flames gone. She had handled that a great deal better than last time. However, after she got over herself patting herself on the back she let out an annoyed curse. Her scales were gone as well, leaving her stark naked in the snow (not that she was cold). "Great. Just fucking great." She kicked the snow in annoyance. The woman let out a sigh, accepting her condition. Sure, this was pretty perturbing, but as long as everyone was mature adults about the whole thing, she was sure there were more pressing things at hand than her being in her birthday suit.

She began to close the distance between herself and the collapsed young man, her small feet making little indentations in the snow as it crunched between her toes. Once she got to him, she crouched down. "Hey, man, you okay?" She blinked for a few moments before she tried again. Sam extended her hand to touch the man's side, the surface slices on her arms still dripping blood starkly onto the white snow. She could feel the poor man shivering. With a sense of great awkwardness she began to stroke the man along his side, her hand warm to the touch. After a moment of this she began to do more pushing than petting, trying to shake him to consciousness. "Hey, dude, wake up."

I will get a post out tomorrow.
Sam Cross


Sam controlled her still new sense of Demacian pride and rolled her eyes at the robot crab. She wasn't too insulted by what he said, but then that got her thinking. This 'Urgot', as well as the other enemies, were so very embracing of their new character identity, even down to allegiances. These rivals, who had just found this purpose maybe three days ago, were now willing to die for their fictional ties. The woman hadn't noticed how weird these actions were until now. Samantha, herself being very loosely committed to obligations, could not understand why this other person could be so motivated to something so new. The Urgot hadn't worked to attack her yet. Maybe mercy was still possible! She was hotheaded after all, but she wasn't that aggressive. "What? You think that was going to hurt my feelings?" The draconic woman scoffed, though it was tinged with a growl. "You're not Urgot, dude. Okay? What -- this happened maybe, two or three days ago? There's no reason for you to have to get hurt for this." She paused. "My name is Sam, not Shyvanna, Sam. What's your name?" She challenged.

Just as she established her name, she heard a chorus of 3 voices ask for her as, 'Shyvanna'. Her head moved towards the source, expecting more than just one person, but her eyes falling only on Yorick. He started to issue orders to her, following the worst logic ever. He reasoned that, since the enemies wanted to kill them, that they should at least work to make casualties on their side. Didn't that just make them as bad as the enemies? "Hey, man, I'm fine with roughing these guys up a little, but I'm no killer." She looked at the man now in disbelieve, but he went straight into the action after adding that Anivia -- Claire, would help. They both generated walls, trapping the Urgot and Sam in together, like a makeshift arena. At first the blizzard came as a mild twist in the wind, until it got stronger and flakes began to flurry, limiting visibility. Sam wasn't effected, though. Her fire escalated to compensate, changing the snow right to mist as it brushed against her.

The draconic roar of flame took tentative steps through the storm toward the other being in their cage. She was reluctant, and wasn't about to attack until the other did first. Otherwise, perhaps he could change heart. Maybe he could join them or at least desire peace and offer answers. She wasn't about to hope too much. No, in all reality she was just as ready to strike as she was to keep neutral. She was ready for anything that came through the blizzard from Urgot.

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