❪ october plot conclusion; wyver takes ❫

[natha]

THE END TO THE EPIDEMIC     On the morning of November 3, there is a palpable buzz on the streets as both the natives of Wyver and Olympian refugees share the same sentiment: excitement. Word will quickly spread that a cure to VIOLET2710 has finally been developed and is ready for mass dissemination. Throughout the city, the cure can be found at any of the numerous small temples and outposts of the Altar of Volkkra. The shamans of Volkkra will happily distribute the cure to any of the ill in need of it, without restraint. A joint venture between both Olympia and Wyver, citizens of both are granted equal access. As the lines form, the shamans will ask that able-bodied persons administer the cure to themselves and to others. Don't let the needles scare you! It'll only hurt a little. At each of these outposts, signs will be posted giving credit to those who aided in the creation and manufacture of the cure: Claire Fraser Amaterasu Pike Trickfoot Charles Xavier Alan Foster (Bruce Wayne) Keyleth Rosalind Lutece Shinjiro Aragaki Mipha Wrathion Dorian Pavus Merlin Morrigan Clarke Griffin Rose Lalonde Peter Parker Linnaeus Zelda John Watson You Watanabe Jean Grey Mikleo Daenerys Targaryen Dylas Frankenstein Waver Velvet As they distribute the cure, the shamans will note that those receiving the cure should give thanks to those named. Without their contributions, it may have taken much longer for the cure to be found and created in large enough quantities to save everyone. SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO?     With Olympia and Wyver's fragile alliance still in effect and a cure to VIOLET2710 distributed, Olympia finally opens its gates once again to Refugees if they feel a little homesick. High-speed transportation will be available at record low costs as politicians, merchants, and other business owners desperately hurry home to salvage whatever they can from the terrorist attacks. Refugees are advised to remain in Wyver until food rations can be recovered and the water can be decontaminated. However, those more personally attached to Olympia may discover that the city is preparing a mass call for volunteers that will go out in the near future. In the meantime, and understandably, you should do what you can to help the Wyver people. The Dragon city has started posting quests, not only for you to do your part, but for the Wyver people to gauge your worth as visitors to their sacred land. Thesa also has an interest in the unfolding events. Refugees have now been exposed to both lands, and certainly some will find themselves more invested in one side than the other. Darma finally wakes from slumber to observe, and while she is thankful that Refugees are immersed in her world, there is something foreboding on the horizons. On the night of the 3rd, Darma will appear in your dreams for a conversation. It has been some time, Refugee... ah, no, certainly not for me. I am Darma. It is my hope that Sael as served you well in my place. The Natha do not feel, but I must express gratefulness that I am able to return to you. My greeting extends to both old and new faces. As we watch you, we see that this world and its people have begun to influence your hearts. In time, your loyalty to either of these lands, to Olympia or to Wyver, shall affect how you are seen by the other side. As observers, we are unable to provide either region a winning edge. Thus, once you pledge loyalty to one, you cannot use Thesa to teleport to the other. Choose wisely, or choose none at all. There is no war for those who do not wish to see it. For those who do... if I may be prudent— this alliance will not last. Keep your friends close, Refugee, for they may not remain so if your allegiances conflict. You will wake before you get a chance to reply. THE UNDERLYING PROBLEM IN THE UNDERGROWTH     The locals often speak of a cursed place deep within Wyver territory, confounded by the spirits of dragons who passed long ago: those who still wish for vengeance on the people of Olympia for their untimely deaths. Though these stories began as nothing more than urban legends among the raiders and shamans, over time the idea has become mainstream. So much that the rumors have started causing unrest between the people of Wyver and their guests. More than a few people within Wyver have used these rumors as justification for opposing the current alliance with Olympia. Many Wyver locals see these rumors as a sign that their ancestors disapprove of the alliance. As a result, those in charge have decided that it would be prudent to mitigate some of the anxiety from either side. Those who are willing to look into these rumors further will find themselves lead towards the darkest parts of Wyver, deep within the Undergrowth in a region devoid of light. The faint of heart will be advised against delving further. Common among these rumors are accounts of people being attacked by an unseen enemy, or talk of possession and out-of-body experiences. Those who press on will find that the culprit is none other than a new, undocumented beast. This creature is able to camouflage itself perfectly to its environment. This, paired with darkness of the deep Undergrowth, makes this beast nearly impossible to detect with the naked eye. The creature also release a noxious gas that can spark a range of emotional responses: some may grow hysterical, while others may be consumed by despair. The effects only last for minutes, though some may linger in the back of one's mind for hours after. While the creature does not actually attack people directly, the other beasts of the Undergrowth may take advantage of its victims. Fortunately, Wyver is not looking for the creature's capture. They respect the delicate balance of the jungle as they see themselves as its protectors. For now, they only desire more information about this creature in order to assuage the people. Good luck and do your best to keep your wits! ALRIA'S FULL MOON     While Olympians worship the ever-present light of Thesa, the people of Wyver are captivated by the smaller, yet ever-changing Alria. Alria cycles in and out of the night sky much like what denizens of Earth would remember as lunar phases, and those who are familiar with that may notice it is very similar to their own. And likewise, the creatures, men and women of Wyver are affected when Alria transitions into its full moon phase. DRAGONS & LUNATICS — The dragons are restless. Perhaps because this particular full moon is accompanied by far more human scent than they are typically used to, but there's no doubt that they are eyeing humans as they do fresh prey. That is exactly why humans or human-like refugees will be tasked to tame a particularly rowdy dragon stable. The dragon mounts at Lhongha Stables have broken free from their homes, roaming aimlessly in the deep undergrowth. You and another will be advised to strip down to your undergarments (it's hot, relax a little, human!) and lure the dragons back to the stables with your bodies. Rowdy dragons do love their human flesh! "Just a hunch," says the owner of the stables, "But I bet they'll come running faster if they smell your human blood." He laughs as he hands over a pocket knife if he sees you're not carrying a weapon. The owner assures you that the dragons have been trained not to attack unless told to, but who knows how serious he is about that? JUNGLE HEAT (NSFW) — The full moon affects Wyver in other ways as well. While Olympia has a district blessed by Thesa's light all year long, Wyver only feels it at a certain time of the month. "The Heat" lasts for a full week starting on a full moon. You'll see it everywhere. Olympia has its lust confined in a single district, but in Wyver, during the phase of the full moon, the lust is everywhere. The people of Wyver will be friendlier then, offering you ale and meat. They sing songs of destroying their enemies up north, but even the native Olympians won't be able to will themselves to be angry when Alria shines upon them. Perhaps you'll be find yourself affected, too, by Alria's light. And it's okay to get touchy; it isn't like the locals care about public displays of affection when they most certainly are getting handsy themselves. THE PACT OF VOLKKRA — Shamans, too, participate in celebrations of Alria's full moon. During the event, the shamans will give pairs each a couple of blessed dragon teeth necklaces. Wyver tradition states that if a shaman approves you as a pair, then you are granted a chance to form a Volkkran Pact. This pact, the shaman will explain, will bond a pair as an unstoppable team, granting one another a small influence on each others' powers. "King Shanrian and his Pact, Counsel Shenya benefit from this. Shenya was granted physical strength, and our King his Counsel's perception. It has made quite a difference." THE VOLKKRAN PACT AT NAMARAK SUMMIT     Despite being mistaken for a pair, there is no need to take the shaman's advice. The necklace will disappear if the Pact isn't completed in a week's time. However, if the Pact's benefits might be something of interest to you and your partner, then you'll be advised to travel further south, until you reach Namarak Mountain. At the summit, you'll find an altar, where you and your partner are expected to return the necklaces and make a vow to support one another. The shaman there isn't particularly interested in what you do to complete the Pact. In fact, many people who attempt the Pact tend to... go a bit further than is necessary, when it can be achieved through a simple kiss between the partners. The Volkkran Pact's effects are immediate upon physical contact. Each Pact can be broken through a special process with the head Shaman, but there needs to be at least a month's time before one can sever it. The pairs may be fake and still receive the benefit of the Pact, though they may find that sharing power with someone they are not truly committed to is a mistake. NOTE: Players may be creative about what powers can be shared. The recipients of the such powers can never be granted its full strength, but it may be strengthened with Wyver REP rewards. Please note that PCs does not need to pledge allegiance to Wyver in order to keep the Volkkran Pact; they will only need 10 Wyver REP in order to strengthen it. Refer to the questions thread below if you have any questions. BUILD-A-BLADE WORKSHOP     Sirod, the weapon's head shopkeeper, is interested in procuring a few materials for his clients. While these clients have already collected the claws of larger beasts and various other parts needed to create their new weapons, they are still missing some rare, necessary items. In particular, they are still missing the following: High Prisms — These tiny crystals attach themselves to the branches of older trees. They tend to hang near the tops of them, hiding in the shadows of the leaves. Unfortunately, retrieving them requires one… to climb. Hopefully you got a lot of tree climbing practice as a kid. Who knew that skill would ever come in handy? Crystal Drop — These are normally found near bodies of water. Especially water that has been enchanted, past or present. The drops tend to cling to the floors of these mystical streams and lagoons. Those seeking them will also have to be careful not to be affected by the water’s properties. Perhaps that's part of the trick of gathering them. Frozen Mylan Root — Mylans are a type of live vegetation that grows on Namarak Mountain. Constantly roaming in the warm seasons, they root themselves into fertile earth during the winter where they sleep until spring, making the snowy mountain ideal to acquire the roots. Plucking them from the ground takes strength, and slicing them will prove equally difficult... and of course, there is a blood-curdling scream when you wake it from its slumber. Well, it wouldn't be a real test of strength and emotional fortitude otherwise. Those who retrieve any of these items will be rewarded 100 Silver. FINAL OOC NOTE     An AC-eligible thread for 2 WYVER REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE by DEC 10th 11:59 PM EST. We will no longer be providing overflow posts. In an event where the post hits CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals or create their own catch-all post. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. 1 SILVER = 1 US DOLLAR. QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[bentbloodline]

[Tarrlok knows better than to underestimate women, so he's only mildly surprised by the strength Kanade demonstrates. The previous chief of police that he worked with was a tough as nails woman who didn't suffer fools gladly.

He's ready to follow up with some snow, which promptly gets stuffed into the sentient plant's mouth to muffle its shrieks.]

...should we club it? It seems cruel to keep it conscious.

[rememberher]

[ She doesn't notice him stumble forward until it's too late. Really, it's not until he lets out that very, erm, manly yelp that she snaps to attention. It's enough time for her to bring up a hand to try to stop him— ]

Ah—!

[ But not enough to keep him from stumbling into her. ALLEN SHE UNDERSTANDS THAT IT'S HARD TO MANEUVER HERE BUT THIS IS A LITTLE TOO CLOSE. It's difficult to even look up at this angle, but she's going to try, very awkwardly.

Just please don't mention the hand pressed against his chest or the fact that it's the only thing separating them right now, because she might actually die. You know. More than she is right now. ]

A-are you all right?

opens arms

[punshots]

[ He's about to refuse her offer, the blade still held unevenly between his hands, but then her "compliment" catches him off-guard and has him turning red from his toes all the way to the roots of his hair. Suuuure, he's more than comfortable in his own skin, lacking any real concern for his own modesty, but that was before she drew attention to the fact that he is standing out here, waiting to lure dragons near, in his underwear.

What kind of a plan is this?!

He sputter a moment, choking on something between clearing his throat and coughing, patting a fist lightly against his chest like that'll fix the problem. ]

Um - th-thank you? I think.. [ At least it seemed like a sincere enough compliment!! And she's laughing, so he does, too, even if it's a bit unevenly. ]

A-are you sure? You really don't have to. I don't mind.

[ Well, he sort of does, but the last thing he wants to do is make her feel obligated to CUT HERSELF OPEN just because he doesn't want to. ]

[originallutece]

[Perhaps it's not so surprising what she does next. Robert's features fade away, revealing Madam Lutece, smaller and more feminine, standing there in the snow. There's a frown of concentration on her face, and suddenly there's--

--Ardyn, his expression more serious than Rosalind has ever seen it, and he lifts his hand, examining it before--

--Bigby appears, for once not looking grumpy and put out as he grins in satisfaction, followed by--

--Dutch, who laughs, because she's allowed to laugh, because Rosalind so rarely laughs but it doesn't matter, not here and not in front of Ardyn, and then she finally settles into--

--Prompto, who grins up at Ardyn, fiercely delighted and perfectly self-satisfied.]

And why a beggar woman?

[Ooh, he sounds weird British.]

[punshots]

[ Look, man, a fear of heights is a VERY REASONABLE THING TO HAVE, especially when you're stuck in a tree with no reasonable way to get yourself down. Prompto glances towards the ground, trying to gauge the distance between himself and the unforgiving packed dirt below him. Sure, maybe he could make it, but is it worth the risk of a broken neck?

This is not worth dying for!!! ]

Hey, if you were in my place, you wouldn't be so hot on jumping down, either!

[ Cut him some slack! ]

[adelphoi]

[ it's a lovely moment and though she fully intends to enjoy that hot chocolate, she's quite happy to sit beside him and soak up this moment, and all the long day's events. times like this are worth cherishing, worth remembering.

after a few more seconds she lifts her head to nuzzle at his jaw, slow and soft, trailing kisses to his ear and murmuring softly, giving his arm one last squeeze before she's drawing away at last. it's not an easy thing to accomplish. at least the cabin is more or less a single room, so she doesn't have to walk very far to arrive at the kitchenette and set a pan of milk on the burner to warm. ]

Gods, it's been a long day.

[ spoken through a yawn, while alisaie crosses the room again, her arms high over her head in a stretch. rifling through her bag for a nightshirt, alisaie tosses it onto the bed and steps out of her boots to strip down. ]

[originallutece]

[It does, in fact, hurt, but Rosalind tenses, biting down so she won't make a noise. Angel doesn't cut more than she has to, and soon enough there's a fair bit of blood on her collarbones and chest.

The dragons are already perking up, and Rosalind exhales irritably.]

All right. Go stand by the gates, I want you to slam them closed and be sure to lock them. I only want to do this once.

[punshots]

[ This is the worst favor that's ever been done for him in his life, please just let his essence ascend to the realm beyond, release him from this mortal coil, and so forth.

And since Ardyn is doing him no further favor by just setting him down, Prompto has no choice but to slowly peel open his eyes and confirm his horrible reality through sight. Yes, he is well and truly held by Ardyn's arms, as stiff and rigid as he may be in them. This is the darkest timeline. ]

...I sssssaid "please"?

[ ISN'T THAT ENOUGH

(It's not going to be enough.) ]

[punshots]

[ A light, warm chuckle bubbles out of him, because he knows exactly what feeling Lance is talking about. Maybe it'll never settle, and he'll always wonder how he wound up with something so amazing, but he's alright with that. To be in awe of her, to wonder at this beautiful thing he's found himself apart of for the rest of his life wouldn't be so bad.

He lifts his glass towards Lance's, a smile easily drawn on his lips. ]

And to you and Keith. May we ever be suckers in love.

[ He clinks his glass to Lance's and tips it back to his mouth. ]

[hurtled]

Yeah, you're right. [The plant is still wriggling. A tad too humanoid for her liking, as it were. Perhaps Sirod will be cross at them for "damaging his materials," but he also didn't fill them in properly, so everybody's even here. Besides, a knock or two won't make it Literally Unusable. With that thought, she crouches, smushing the mouth (?) into the ground again.] Quiet, you.

[She looks back up at Tarrlok.] I brought a bag to keep this in, let's tie it up tight. Is one enough?

[maipokerface]

[Was. For some reason right up until that moment, the idea of 'was' in relation to someone else had never been a heavy consideration beyond Boiling Rock and an ex she had to save there. Blame her lack of thought on the topic on youth and the immortality it brings.

Her brow furrows. Somehow she can accept the oddity that is people from different points of time better than Aang being gone. Everyone here beyond the pair of them were from different worlds after all, what was a little time oddity in that? Her mind briefly skips to the lineup of people she didn't recognize nearby those she did.]

The war ended two years ago. There's been some difficulties in getting everyone to settle though. First they tried to move the Fire Nation colonies back to the Fire Nation, now everyone is agreeing to try to get along with representatives. And then there was the New Ozai Society and... yeah.

[...]

It's been complicated.

[puffing]

[ if he's going to give her noises and sounds that are pleasant to her ears, what's wrong with returning the favor? he will no doubt repay her for her efforts in the long run, but he is finding it very, very endearing to see how much she enjoys doing this. it's still tough for Bigby to accept that someone might possibly have some sort of soft spot for him, but he isn't about to complain or doubt it. not right now.

he'd roll his eyes over her staining his leg with her own juices, but Bigby figures that's some sort of payback for the way he nonchalantly rubbing his cock along her cheek. sorry that he likes your freckles, Rosalind? it isn't like he is about to say that aloud, so she is going to have to accept physical affection on that one. at her commanding him to not cover her face with his cum, he simply smirks. it's a satisfied smirk, for once. he simply jerks himself off for a few moments longer while responding. ]

I'll finish where I want to. Good to know that you want to swallow, though.

[ she humors him by honoring his request. he takes that as obedient enough. Bigby makes a point of tracing his cock's tip along the curve of her upper lip, bringing it down to the bottom and applying pressure only to see the pouty shape kiss against his slit. he's surprised he has enough patience to savor the view more than the feeling, but it isn't long before he's using the hand on her head to guide her back down to take his cock inside. ]

Keep... mmf, fucking sucking.

[panzersoldat]

DIDN'T YOU HEAR IT!! [ Well, maybe if he hadn't screamed like a little girl. But he could have sworn he had heard the sound of twigs breaking that wasn't him! ] I know something else is out there. I'm not just imagining things. I know I'm not. I'm not senile.

[ Reinhardt sounds much like he's trying to convince himself of this fact. ]

I heard something and I am not going to let myself be attacked out here.

[ A pause and then softly, shifting nervously ]

You...can pick up your guns and get behind my shield to. Whatever it is out there, it's not going to get past my barrier.

2-ish!

[jettisons]

I don't know.

[It's an honest, if unhelpful answer.]

I'm not looking to choose sides in whatever the hell they're doing.

[Realistically, Bellamy knows that he's going to have to at some point. They've experienced enough conflict to know it's impossible to stay neutral forever, but he's so sick of war and sides that he's going to do whatever he can to put it off as long as possible. Besides, he'll go wherever his people do.]

What about you?

[lacuscular]

Yes. Juvia doesn't want you drowning.

[ Plain and simple.... she doesn't want someone she cares about 2 die just for some extra income. She unwraps the egg from her person, delicately handing the child in Lance's arms. ]

[kaleorbekaled]

[She has to explain things with caution, but as far as she knows, there were enough Olympians told about the storm that it's acceptable to mention to the locals of this planet.]

Oh...ah. The reason so many refugees came to Olympia was because a lot of colonies were hit with a freakishly powerful storm. It caused a lot of destruction. Many people lost their homes, and were hurt in the storm.

[likethelight]

[ look he's just going to be trying even harder not to look at her and just. a little frozen for a moment as his eyes slide to the side and he gets a nervous sort of twitch of a smile.

he might. look. a little irritated sour. and sweats for a moment. ]

Ah... sorry. [ he really... didn't mean to.. how does he squirm out of this incredibly claustrophobic press they've found themselves smushed into.. without making it worse.. WHAT WAS HE DOING RIGHT BEFORE

and then quickly, realizing she asked a question: ] Yes.

Please give me a moment. [ said with such crisp politeness as he scans the crowd for a moment.

he is so, so sorry. ]

[panzersoldat]

[ With dragons, even small ones like this, tits up is clearly something that could easily happen. But he does want to try to do it. Between the two of them, one dragon can't be that hard to drag back.

Reinhardt still takes a moment though, just to take in the amazing feat of magic he just saw. ]

Ah! That is such a useful spell. Thank you. I'll do my job now. You just be ready to cast it again if you have to. As for you...

[ He turns back to the dragon and once more goes to grab it. He needs to show it whose boss. He grabs it's neck again and tries to swing up on to it's back.

He's never ridden anything but a transport van or a jeep before. It's awkward as hell. He just hopes his weight keeps the dragon from bucking him off. ]

I think I have him now. Climb on, my friend!

[lahaine]

[ She could tell by the way he reacted after she wrenched at his hair that it was taken as a signal that any sort of consideration for her well being (to an extent) or uncertain experimentation was over.

Their rapid pace was certainly more fatigue inducing than she initially expected. There were parts of her body that she never even knew could become exhausted so easily, not that she was going to be the first to abate.

Her hands closed tighter, nails threatening to draw blood in her palms, taking away from the discomfort the abrasions on her back from the wall were causing. Focusing on that pain instead of any other feelings was an attempt to keep her from feeling any other sort of fulfilling emotion.

Though as she could hear him, so close to her she had to bite her town tongue to not murmur something completely naive. Instead she found herself leaning her forehead against him in the space between his shoulder and neck. Eyes closed tightly, he would be unable to witness her expressions this way. And to her, that was for the best. ]

swoons dramatically into them

[obstinance]

[ nearly murdering him via tongue-in-cheek compliment is not, in fact, on the agenda. for that reason, she refrains from making any comment that would reinforce that it had been sincere, if not bordering on friendly ribbing, or adding a cheeky you're welcome. she couldn't if she tried, anyway — not when she's eyeing him with a look torn between blatant, unabashed amusement and concern until his choking fit subsides. ]

I think you've probably suffered enough.

[ by taking one for the team and stripping down to his skivvies, that is, because there was no possible way she was going to sign herself up for that. her confidence might be higher than it's ever been before, steadily growing throughout the months, but that doesn't mean she's shed that awkward self-consciousness that tends to follow her like a shadow.

at least she's kept her jacket off. small baby steps. ]

I am totally, completely, sure. I would say this isn't the first time I've bled everywhere for the greater good, but that's... not exactly reassuring, so.

[ at all. not even a little, no matter how true it is. a dragon, in contrast, still seems like a smaller threat. ]

[kaleorbekaled]

[Kale's eyes widen a bit at the compliment. She's not accustomed to being complimented by anyone other than her best friend and mentor. It's only now that she can see a bit of humour in their current predicament. It's a bit funny how she can muster enough courage to fight a dragon, and yet she's still so awkward and shy around strangers.]

They said they were tame anyway, right? So we just need to be nice to it, and if it gets a little aggressive, I can hold it back until it calms down.

[She doesn't really want to hurt the dragon. Although she'll hunt if need be, she's against needless cruelty. If it's possible to simply restrain the dragon rather than punch it, she'll do that.]

he's looking at rhys thinking maker, i'm gay

[judicia]

( No one has ever really told him that, which is why Anders looks so completely flustered by it. His head tilts down a bit, looking a bit sheepish and off guard for a minute, before admitting, )

I'm really not. ( Rhys could do better than him, he knows that. He wouldn't ever want them to stop being friends, though. Because Rhys is kind and generous and good to him in ways that most people don't ever bother to be. All he can do is be honest with him. )

There may come a day when I disappoint you. But I do not want that to be today. ( He looks up, eyes squinting in that happy way that they do before leaning further into the other man's space. So close he worries that Rhys may be able to hear his heart beating hard and anxious in his chest, when his gaze trails down to the other's lips. )

[originallutece]

[There's an awful lot she wants to say to all that. Some of it is teasingly argumentative and some of it is indignant and some of it is just plain flirtatious, but none of it ends up articulated. She'd have to move her mouth in order to get those statements out, and right now, with his cock tracing her lips, she doesn't want to do that. She doesn't want to interrupt him for a moment, because he's leaving her mouth wet and aching to be filled, and god, but there's something immensely satisfying to be found in the way he's toying with her. She keeps her eyes trained upwards, watching his expression carefully, panting and fighting the urge to dart forward and take what she wants.

Her cunt throbs at that arrogant statement, and again at his order. She's soaking her panties at this rate, and surely he'll be smug over that, but that's a thought for later. For right now, Rosalind pushes her skirt up again and slips her fingers back down, gliding them over herself. Just there, her fingers pressing down hard against her clit, and she jerks her hips forward, rutting against them for all the good it'll do her.

It's hard not to argue against all of what he says. It's harder still not to simply hop to, and both instincts war in her, leaving her torn. She compromises: not retorting verbally, but fighting against his hand, refusing to drop down the second he urges her to. But that doesn't last, both because he's far stronger than her and because really, it's not as if she doesn't want to do this.

She takes him with a moan, all the more enthusiastic for that little break. The taste hits her harder this time around, precome spilling down her throat, coating her tongue, as she ducks down as low as she can. The head of his cock brushes against her throat, and Rosalind inhales sharply, trying to convince her gag reflex that this isn't something it ought to struggle against. Surely he's going to push her down lower in a moment, fucking her throat properly as she takes every inch of him, and when he does she wants to be certain she'll do it properly.]

[jewelling]

[ Tsuning or not, Rin had absolutely no doubts that Jeanne wouldn't be against protecting her. After all, if Rin fails at any point and loses her life, Jeanne will be forced once again to reform with another, so the servant’s only choice is to serve and protect. So much for having free will, amirite? ]

—Or you’ll listen to me so that we can finish this as swiftly and flawlessly as possible. If I wasn’t here, I’m sure you’ll just be standing here swatting at the air with that sword of yours... shrieking about something unrelated.

[ Yeah, she just read the heck out of you, Jeanne. ]

My plan is quite simple. We’ll attract a dragon with my blood, and once it shows its up, I’ll strengthen my limbs with mana and make a clear dash towards the stable.

[ With a quick nod of her head, Rin gestures towards the wooden stables, which were several meters away. ] While you were off bickering, your master was hard at work mining an escape tunnel inside. [ If Jeanne were paying attention, she'd notice Rin's unkempt appearance. ]

I’ll lure the dragon inside, and once we’re both secure, I’ll crawl my way out through the tunnel.

[ She places a hand on her hips. ]

All you have to do is shut the gate behind us. Can you handle that, Avenger?

[rememberher]

[ It certainly doesn't help that they're surrounded on all sides now. Can't have a gap in this giant dance party, that would just be silly! But does he realize that he's managing to make this more awkward than it already was? Probably not. Haha...

The crisp, almost terseness of his response makes her suddenly look down. She's not moving, but... this is the only way she can give him space? At least without getting pulled back into the crowd. ]

R-right.

[ Avoiding anything that might be even remotely considered close to eye contact? Yep. That's what's happening. ]