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Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

Effy pushed herself into the arm of the couch, making a mental note not to ask questions such as that ever again. Why couldn't everyone just be a werewolf or a vampire? Those creatures she could deal with. Kinda. As if needed courage to ask more questions, she took a giant gulp from the bottle. "So, what does it mean to be a duke of hell? Are you a demon like Micael? Because if that's the case, I would rather sleep in my car...but I would take your cat with me, because I don't like to sleep alone." She shrugged an apology. She turned we attention to the cat, wondering what he was. Nothing was as it seemed anymore.

The feline shot Flauros a disdainful look. Scolding him for scaring Effy like that. He began rubbing his face against hers in hopes of comforting the clearly shaken girl. He wouldn't mind sleeping in her car with her, either.

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

Effy hated when other people were right. On her way to the couch, she grabbed the bottle of vodka off the floor. She settled onto the couch with a sigh, the black and white cat joining her. His looked was clear, and was to be taken as 'I tooooold you, you were being stupid.' With that be began kneading her chest, purring loudly. Effy let the cat be, turning to Flauros. "If you care about Gin so much, why were you so awful to him when we first got here? You can't care about someone AND hate them. It's one or the other." She almost regretted speaking her mind, but she quickly swallowed her doubts. The cat glanced at Flauros, it was obvious he was on Effy's side for this one.

With another long, drawn out sigh, Effy unscrewed the top of the bottle. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to drink, though. "Flauros, what are you? I'm sorry if that's not the PC way to ask that question, but I don't know any other way to ask."

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

Once Gin was asleep, Effy gently removed herself from his arms. She rubbed her face, letting out a shaky sigh. Gin wasn't going to risk his life to protect her's. She wasn't worth it. The black and white cat stared up at her, mewing softly as if questioning her actions. "Shhh. You'll wake him up." The cat gave her a reproachful look. "Oh don't look at me like that! I'm not going to let him die!" The cat continued to stare. "Stop that! This is what love is, not that you would know...you're a fuckin' cat. Love is pain and sacrifice, and knowing when you have to say--" her sentence was cut short by the felines impatient hiss. "I wasn't going to say goodbye! I was going to say 'see you soon.' What Gin and I have is larger than we are, that's why I'm not going to let him do this." The cat seemed to roll its eyes before turning to strut away.

As Effy turned to leave, she smacked into someone. "Jesus fuck..." was all she could manage to say as she glanced up at their host with a sheepish grin. "You're back early. I was just going to get some water....:"

Modern fantasy, anyone?

I'm not really sure why, but I'm on a modern fantasy kick right now.

By that, I mean I would like a modern setting with fantasy elements. You should read fantasy as: magical creatures, magic, ect.

As far as parings go, I'm more comfortable with MxF and playing the female character.

I'm on summer break, so unless something comes up, I will respond quickly. If I'm going to having a busy day, I'll let you know ahead of time.

Fade to black, always. Sorry 'bout it.

I want someone to who doesn't expect novel long responses. That's always a hassle, and makes me feel bad when I can't give you a long drawn out response.

Hm, what else? Oh, feel free to shoot me ideas for RPs and such as well as ask any questions you might have.

Corner of the Sky (dear raleighallyn)

Ephesian fired a warning shot, the slug taking out a sizable chunk of a nearby pine tree. Sap oozed from the trees wound as if it were bleeding. She didn't want to shoot the horrifyingly beautiful creature, she just wanted him to stay the hell away from her. Taking a few steps back, she leveled the gun at his head once again with her finger on the trigger. "Please, just stay the hell away from me." Great, she was now talking to wild animals as if they would understand her. This trip was doing nothing to help her relax; day one and she was already in a life or death situation.

Fucking faaaaaantastic she thought as she moved back a few more paces.

Corner of the Sky (dear raleighallyn)

imnotgoingtohityou

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

Effy allowed Gin to pull her close, burying her face into his chest. She breathed him in with measured yet shaky breaths. His scent was comforting, even at a time like this. Her thoughts had turned to mush. All she wanted to do was sleep, but something told her that Gin needed comforting as much as she did. Reluctantly, she raised her head and squinted up at Gin; she wished he would stop spinning, it was making it hard to focus. "You're not a horrid creature, though. You're a very wonderful creature with a very squishable face." She pursed her lips as she began to squish his face as if to prove her point. As if remembering she had been trying to comfort Gin, she stopped squishing his face. "I'm so sorry you got dragged into this. This shouldn't be your heavy load thing...Burden? Yeah, that's the word. This shouldn't be your burden to carry."

Effy absentmindedly returned to squishing Gin's face. Her eyes began to droop as she fought off sleep. Sleep meant nightmares, and nightmares meant being Micael's bitch for another night. She was tired of being his bitch.

The Bloodstained Flags

Like John, Viktoriya thought that a demonstration of her powers would be much more fitting and exceptionally more fun. Putting the cigarette out on the top of her hand, her thin body began to shift; her hair began to receded, her height and width increasing as he became overall more masculine. Before long, there were two Fredericks in the room. The newly formed Frederick smiled wickedly at the old one, stealing glances around the room at the looks of mild shock he was receiving. "So, self, what can you do?"

Unlike most of the others in this room, Viktoriya's abilities didn't make her a better soldier. They made her a better spy.

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

Effy frowned at his question. Why did he ask her that question? Why couldn't he have asked for something simple like a kiss or a lap dance? She sighed, closing her eyes as she screwed up her face in thought. "He came to see me at Noir, and told me that I was the most beautiful human he had ever seen. He was drawn to me." Tears began dripping out of the corner of her eyes as she continued on. "I don't remember why, but I felt compelled to go home with him that night. It was as if I couldn't say no. The torture started as soon as we got in the car. He cut my inner thighs with one of his nails, slowly licking up the blood as it dripped to the leather. As much as I wanted him to stop, I had no desire to push him away...so he continued. I felt so dirty. I still feel dirty." The thin girl had begun to shake, but she pushed on. "Once we reached his flat, the real torture began. He passed me around to his friends as if I were a joint. Instead of raping me, they killed me....each one killing me in a different way. I only remember how I died the first and last times, the others are just a blur. The first time I was thrown off a balcony with a rope tied to my next. The last time, I was given an air embolism; I felt my heart explode in my chest. Every time I woke up, though. Every time I was in the same dark room, lying on the floor. Micael grew tired of killing me, though, he said the ways they were choosing to kill me weren't interesting enough for him. Sexual abuse was much more fitting for me, he told me."

Effy couldn't continue on. She couldn't tell Gin all the things Micael had made her do.

The Bloodstained Flags

The corners of Viktoriya's full, red lips began to turn up into the makings of a warm yet seductive smile. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Frederick. I am Vikotriya Romanoff, but you may call me Shifter." Her Russian accent was thick, though strangely pleasing to the ears. As she waited for more of them to introduced themselves, she pulled a cigarette from behind her ear and lit it, Viktoriya deeply inhaled the toxins into her lungs, slowly exhaling the smoke slowly.

This was going to be a long day.