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October | Event: A Night of Moonless Splendor
A Night of Moonless Splendor↲ OOC Plotting
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On the morning of the 14th, as citizens throughout Nippon prepare for final day of the Tsukimi festival, the refugees will receive a message on their magi-comm from MRU in Kyoto.
"To all refugees who will be staying in the Western Kingdom for the annual Sakumi Festival, please be aware that there is a curfew for all Humans and Hanyo before sundown. It is for your own safety that you heed this curfew, and remain indoors until sunrise.
The Festival will continue until the night of the 31st. It is recommended that refugees do not look at the night sky for the duration of the festival. If you must go out, make sure to hide your face behind a mask.
Should you or anyone else you know experience strange symptoms after dark, such as erratic behavior or transformations unrelated to the side effects of Kizuna bonds, please contact the MRU right away. Affected individuals are encouraged to remain indoors and in brightly lit rooms, away from any open windows.
Additionally, we have a prepared a special area of refuge for those who have not been able to secure safe transit to the Eastern Kingdom, located in Tengoku's Skytower. More information will be available in the coming days.
Please enjoy the festival, and may the gods bless you all."
The Festival will continue until the night of the 31st. It is recommended that refugees do not look at the night sky for the duration of the festival. If you must go out, make sure to hide your face behind a mask.
Should you or anyone else you know experience strange symptoms after dark, such as erratic behavior or transformations unrelated to the side effects of Kizuna bonds, please contact the MRU right away. Affected individuals are encouraged to remain indoors and in brightly lit rooms, away from any open windows.
Additionally, we have a prepared a special area of refuge for those who have not been able to secure safe transit to the Eastern Kingdom, located in Tengoku's Skytower. More information will be available in the coming days.
Please enjoy the festival, and may the gods bless you all."
Understandably, this message is not met well.
Upon hearing of curfews and strange happenings, many refugees choose to flee, flooding the last train to Tokyo and contacting the NRL to secure accommodations in Nihonbashi on short notice. But they aren't the only ones, as most of the seats have been reserved by native Hanyo and Humans, as those who can afford it are also choosing to leave until the end of the month.
But what's the big deal? Weren't people excited for this festival? Well, as it turns out: it's only "celebrated" by Yokai. For everyone else, the Sakumi Festival is the worst time of year to be in the Western Kingdom.
A Festival of Darkness
According to legend, the moon was a gift from the gods. Once a beautiful string of pearls, now only one remains, the others shattered by greed and war, their remains gathered together to form Gaia's ring. This is the story of the Tsukimi Festival, celebrated throughout Nippon.
But there's a continuation to this story, told only in the Western Kingdom. Because this gift was no ordinary gift. It's said that the light of the moon is what allowed the Yokai to evolve from mere Ayakashi into enlightened and intelligent beings. However, that same intelligence is what would prove to be their downfall, as various clans rose in power and sought the magical radiance of the pearls for personal gain. As more and more pearls were destroyed, fewer and fewer ayakashi were able to benefit from their light, with the last remaining pearl not strong enough to offer even the slightest of blessing.
As punishment for their greed, the gods took back the final pearl, with no intent of returning it. Without its light, the Yokai became twisted, devolving back into their basal instincts, and feasting upon one another with reckless abandon. Saddened by their plight, the gods quickly reversed this decision, and the final pearl returned to the sky after 15 nights of darkness.
This is the Sakumi Festival, held in honor of those fifteen days their ancestors spent in perpetual darkness. As the festival begins, on the evening of the 15th, the full moon will begin to fade away, like a lightbulb that's gradually losing power. Within an hour after sunset, it will have disappeared entirely, causing the rings around the planet to dim in turn.
All through the Western Kingdom, Yokai will be celebrating late into the night, and most of them will be wearing strange masks that are designed to reflect their inner-self. Perhaps the Refugees should follow suit?
Monster Mash Western Kingdom, Nippon
Those who stay indoors between sunset and sunrise, or who simply avoid the Western Kingdom all together, won't notice anything special about this festival. But for those who venture out into the darkness of the moonless sky, they'll find themselves transforming and turning into monsters.
The exact form of these monsters varies widely. Some simply become more monstrous forms of themselves. Others may not transform at all, instead gaining supernatural abilities or minor cosmetic changes. And even others may become entirely unrecognizable. These transformations will last until sunrise, and will return every day they go outside or look up at the night sky. And as refugees from different worlds, the monstrous forms they're capable of taking seem nigh endless.
But what now? Well, that depends.
For some, they remain completely lucid throughout the transformation, merely transformed in body but not at all in mind. This is most common for those who choose to head indoors upon transforming, away from the transformative effects of the darkened night sky. For these refugees, the transformations are just a fun quirk of the holiday or an inconvenience. Thankfully, this is generally pretty easy to avoid happening more than once, as they won't feel compelled to transform again.
For those who were unfortunate enough to stare at the sky for any extended period of time, their transformation may be more extreme, as their personality becomes corrupted. Certain aspects of their personality may completely overtake everything else, while others may act entirely out of character. But perhaps the worst part is that those who experience this corruption will feel a strong desire to trigger it again, despite the lack of a guarantee that it won't be any worse the next time.
And for the truly unlucky, they may find themselves in a state the Yokai refer to as a lunar curse. Those who are under the effects of a lunar curse will be overwhelmed with an insatiable appetite, hungering for any number of things, be it a specific type of food, a heightened sexual appetite, or even a desire to feed on the flesh and blood of others. As it turns out, this is the most common side effect, and is the true reason for the curfew: as Humans and Hanyo caught outside by a Yokai afflicted by a lunar curse may find themselves attacked or even devoured. Once someone has been afflicted by a lunar curse, they'll do whatever they can to continue the cycle the following evening, growing irrational and violent near sunset, even while wearing a mask.
You've Got Mail Everywhere, Nippon
But even those hoping to avoid the Sakumi Festival by fleeing to the East will find that the holiday spirit has followed them. With the advent of technology, mischievous Yokai have found ways to send curses via text message, which just so happens to overlap with the festival. Upon opening a message that will appear to be from someone on their friend list, they'll be directed a website that automatically activates the spell.
The exact spell seems to vary depending on which variety of curse they happen to receive. Some of these are quite ordinary, and will simply send salacious or otherwise overtly sexual messages to their friends or even complete strangers, with some capable of combing through their magi-comm for compromising photos to share. Of course, the latter feature is quite buggy, so the photos sent alongside such messages may in fact just be random.
But others may find themselves opening something more dangerous. Among these, one such curse will trap whoever opens it in an enclosed space alongside whoever happens to be nearby, forcing them to perform specific actions to escape. While some are relatively harmless, such as a dance more or shouting something humiliating, others will demand the pair perform particular sex acts in order to escape.
These closed spaces can occur anywhere, but to an outsider, they won't look like anything. Those trapped will look as though they've disappeared until the curse is lifted, but they'll still be able to see the world around them through the magical walls. So those who choose to browse their magi-comms on their morning commute best be careful not to open any suspicious links, lest they be forced to fuck on a crowded train.
Fly Me to the Moon
After a few days, all Refugees will receive notice that an area of refuge has been created for any Refugees who weren't able to leave the Western Kingdom prior to the festival starting. Provided by the Tengu of Tengoku, those looking to flee the chaos will be asked to meet on MRU campus on the morning of the 20th to be teleported to Skytower.
Unknown to many Refugees, Skytower is the only city of Tengoku that floats in the sky high above the Eastern Kingdom. Built long ago during a period of war between Humans and Yokai, it now serves as a watchtower to report on any danger approaching either kingdom, due to its strategic location above the Chubu region.
As the effects of the moonless sky do not exist in the Eastern Kingdom, it is believed that this location will prevent the Refugees from experiencing the transformative aspects of the Sakumi festival.
Or at least, that was certainly the intent.
Castle in the Shadows Skytower, Chubu
Perhaps due to their unusually high magical resistance, Tengu are rarely affected by the Sakumi Festival, and can often be found stationed as guards throughout more populous cities. This remains true at Skytower, where the Tengu monks who lives there assure their guests that they will not be harmed by anyone who calls Skytower home.
"Rest assured, although you may be closer to the moonless sky on this sacred tower, you are not in any danger. May Tsukuyomi, goddess of the moon, grant you her protection during this time."
Refugees will be housed together in random room assignments, and although the rooms are small, every amenity they could ask for is provided free of charge. In addition to gourmet meals and access to an exclusive library that few humans have ever set foot in, extravagant outdoor hot springs that seemingly floating atop the clouds are available for the Refugees to relax in at any time of day.
Still, there are some spooky happenings at Skytower. As an ancient tower built many generations ago, many of the passageways throughout the tower are quite narrow and dimly lit. Refugees roaming the halls at night may find their shadows behaving strangely, moving on their own and even creating the sensation of being touched when one shadow reaches out to caress another. These effects are only mildly stimulating, and may even be mistaken for some kind of prank. Only those who dare bathe in the hot springs at night will encounter something more, their shadows engaging in blatant sexual acts under the water, leaving the shadow's owner to writhe as they experience every little sensation.
Curiously, this never seems to occur when the Tengu are around, and those affected may leave such encounters believing they hallucinated it.
Still, true to their word, for the first few days, Refugees at Skytower will be otherwise completely unaffected by the Sakumi Festival, regardless of whether they wear a mask or stare up at the eerily dark night sky.
Please note: Players have the option of having their characters leave for the Eastern Kingdom by airship on the 24th if they do not wish to engage with the second prompt.
Generic Horror Movie Title Skytower, Chubu
But on the 25th, as the Sakumi Festival enters its final week, those bold enough to look up at night sky will notice that the stars are disappearing. The sky will appear to grow blacker and blacker, absorbing any nearby light and appearing more like a dark void overhead than a night sky. Even with the lights on, Skytower will be notably dimmer, making it difficult to navigate the corridors of the tower at night.
Ordinarily, this would simply be yet another aspect of the Sakumi Festival, and one that should be avoidable due to their location on Skytower. But as paranoia among the Refugees grows, Kizuna powered by their fear manifests by causing the area of effect of the Sakumi festival to grow, reaching beyond the borders of the Western Kingdom, until Skytower is enveloped by it.
As the sun sets, an otherwise peaceful night will turn to chaos, as every Refugee on Skytower begins to change due to the power of the moonless sky. A number of Lunar Cursed Refugees begin prowling the tower, driven mad both by fear and by the effects of their own monstrous transformations, attacking everyone and anyone they come across.
And for certain refugees, the gradual loss of the stars and the moon will have more devastating effects. Those with an affinity for stars, space, the moon, or who have begin learning Sora magic will begin experiencing bouts of sudden weakness, causing them to collapse or lose consciousness. This effect escalates as the night goes on, as those afflicted will begin to fade away, their bodies growing translucent the weaker they become. Only prolonged contact with someone they've bonded with seems to have a positive effect, slowing or even reversing the symptoms. But others may disappear entirely until the festival ends, only capable of reaching out to loved ones through their dreams.
Refugees with mild symptoms will be tasked with assisting the Tengu in securing the Lunar Cursed refugees, as well as reaching the control center at the top of the tower to put out a distress signal. By the end of the night, all Refugees will be evacuated by airship to Kyoto.
Paper Faces on Parade
All of this culminates on the final day of the festival on the 31st, during which the sun never rises. A perpetual night blankets the nation, as the final celebrations of the Sakumi Festival take place.
Following news of the disaster at Skytower, Emperor Katsuragi decides to take matters into his own hands. Utilizing his own immense magical power, he cloaks his palace in a protective shield that will limit the transformations produced by the Sakumi Festival. Although negating the effects of the moonless sky using magic is borderline sacrilegious for a devout Yokai, after everything the Refugees did for the people of Shikoku last month, the least he can do is try and support them during this difficult holiday season.
And so, on that morning, all Refugees, no matter where in Nippon they may be, will receive an invitation to a Masquerade Ball to be held in the Imperial Palace in Kyoto. Those who want to attend need only wish it, and the invitation will automatically bring them to the castle grounds.
Additionally, all Refugees who disappeared as a result of the moonless sky will reappear thanks to the Emperor's power, just in time for the Ball to begin!
Kink Convention Gion, Kyoto
The Imperial Palace is much different from the Emperor's villas: a vast, sprawling mansion that seems to defy the laws of physics, with certain floors and walkways arranged in a way that makes them appear impossible to reach. Thanks to the many enchantments, those who walk the hallways of the palace won't notice if a corner suddenly twists, turns, or even has them walking along the ceiling of another room.
But the palace is far from empty! Exploring the mansion will reveal special rooms tucked away with certain enchantments, with many designed to entertain guests who happen to be staying there. Aside from generic things such as black and white movie theaters, libraries, and spas, some of these rooms seem to be tailored for this specific event.
One room is offering demos and workshops revolving around particular kinks, specifically designed to get the most fun out of whatever transformations they've been dealt by the Sakumi Festival. Refugees will be able to rent out sex toys and devices to use throughout the palace, and will even be offered a map of hidden and secluded spots to play in without getting caught.
In another room, a Yokai-turned-tentacle-monster teaches on the importance of safety during bondage sessions, complete with a live demonstration that will require volunteers. Whether this demonstration is simply about proper binding techniques, or an outright public tentacle-fuck, seems to depend on the enthusiasm of the volunteers.
And in another part of the palace, those who want to indulge in their desires anonymously will find special stalls seemingly designed for completely anonymous play, with variously shaped holes cut into the walls to reach out and touch one another. The way the room is set up, there's no way of knowing who is in each stall, as each one has a separate entrance. There's even a special stall that instead blankets the pair in complete darkness, allowing full-body touches and embraces with relative anonymity.
Just don't wander too far. Those curious enough to venture deep into the palace may instead come across a number of cursed rooms designed to trap intruders. Those captured will remain in these rooms until an attendant happens to find them to let them out. In addition to rooms filled with aphro-laced incense, some contain complex mechanisms designed to fully bind intruders, with some even doubling as fucking machines. Thankfully, there are multiple warning signs posted, so only those feeling especially naughty will end up in these corridors.
Party in a Labyrinth Gion, Kyoto
Those who are familiar with the Emperor's penchant for parties won't be too surprised by the offerings on display tonight. Although officially a Masquerade Ball, in which all guests must wear either a mask or appropriate costume, the actual theme is a bit more raunchy, and all Refugees will be welcome to choose from a selection of outfits that come in varying degrees of sensual and erotic.
Refugees will find no shortage of fun and interesting things to do at the party! A live music performance will play throughout the night, allowing guests to dance their hearts out on the dance floor. Food and drink are plentiful, with all alcoholic and uki-laced goods carefully labeled for the Refugee's convenience. And of course, those who want to indulge in their Sakumi transformations can do so knowing they're at no risk of becoming Lunar Curse and will retain their wits about them until the festival ends.
But as the night grows long, a more traditional event takes place in the palace garden, where the various Yokai attendants and aristocrats present gather around a large bonfire for the Sakumi Festival's end. They dance and sing, and then give prayers to the moon goddess Tsukuyomi, begging forgiveness for whatever sins they committed during the festival.
Refugees who are curious enough to take part in this Sakumi Festival tradition will find themselves compelled to confess their guilt for anything they may have done during the festival as a result of the moonless sky's effects. Whether these confessions are truly anything worth feeling guilty about is up to the individual, of course.
As the clock strikes midnight, all masks are thrown into the fire, and the sky lights up with a brilliant display of stars as the moon takes its rightful place in the sky once more.
But as for Katsuragi? He can be found curled up in a corner, thoroughly exhausted from using so much magic, with his head resting in the lap of a certain individual. Probably best to leave them be.
OOC Notes
Welcome to Jikan's October event! Please direct any questions to the Question Thread in the OOC Plotting post.
• If you do not wish to participate in this event: characters who are able to flee to the Eastern Kingdom will not experience any of the effects of the moon's disappearance.
• If your character would flee but you want them to participate, it's entirely possible that they may find themselves utterly unable to secure a ticket to leave the Western Kingdom, given there is only one train. Additionally, all teleportation terminals to Tokyo will remain offline until November 1st, and due to the lack of the moon, teleportation magic may be weakened.
• While the sky will continue to look spooky in the East as well, this annual phenomenon is explained as a scientific one. As Gaia's moon and rings are magical in nature, the increase in energy expelled during the Tsukimi festival causes them to release a gas-like by-product that blots out the sky at night for a period of two weeks. This has been proven to be true, but the reason this happens at the same time each year is still unknown.
• You have 100% freedom to pick whatever sort of monster your monsterfucker heart desires, be it from Japanese lore, your character's canon, or another canon all together. Whether transformations are painful or not is up to you, and monsters with supernatural powers or abilities will also be allowed to keep those powers! Go wild!
• As a reminder: there are roughly 10,000 Refugees in Nippon, so if you would like to utilize a random Refugee NPC for monsterfucking purposes, this is of course allowed!
• As stated above, characters who go to Skytower will have the option of leaving for Tokyo before things turn sour. These characters will still be able to attend the Emperor's Ball on the 31st!
• Please be kind to your fellow players and utilize content warnings for any graphic monster-related violence, kinks, etc! If you're not sure if something needs a warning, warn for it anyway!
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You've Got Mail A3
My my. Offering more without even asking for one in return? How bold. I don't mind, you know.
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Not sure what you ain't minding.
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how did you get this
[ 'You' sent it, Cloud. Um. Duh? ]
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Well, I'd guess either you misdialed orrrr you clicked on a sketchy button and it sent that out. You tell me, handsome.
But to answer what I don't mind, I meant about offering something in return. Harmless fun, really.♪
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[ If he were fresh to this world, his reaction may have been far more abrasive. Instead, he's just embarrassed... And if the waning sun was telling enough on his psyche as the pull of the curse steeples ever so closer? Curious. He doesn't know who this is... ]
An eye for an eye, huh? [ Via text, he can think. He can rationalize. ...as best he can before his condition worsens into the night, that is. ] Might as well.
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[The attached selfie is artfully taken, neatly-stitched and gem-embroidered fabric pulled aside at a very deep slit in its side. It reveals the pale curve of a hip, the crease of a thigh that disappears beneath lace-edged black panties and garters. Delicate fingers, tipped in long, perfectly manicured red nails, play at the edges of them, as if offering to lift the fabric just enough.]
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That is, simply put, Cloud would be caught a liar if he said his eyes didn't like what they were seeing. ]
Given where we are, there's a lot of that to go around...
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[Debauchery... well, it's a kindness to say it's usually on her mind. Now more than ever, with the moon seemingly causing some kind of... deeply ingrained instinct to surface. Without knowing much about him, she's aware that the kindly thing to do would be to let it go. To at least make more effort to make sure of the circumstances. Instead, Lilja falls right back into old habits, laying back on her bed with her legs crossed, one foot swinging as she sends another message. This one is appended with a much less racy one - just a photo of lips pursed in warm curiosity, one finger over them.]
The question now is if you're satisfied with just that. I like playing around - as long as it won't cause any problems, of course.
[She's a sex worker, not a homewrecker.]
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The next photo she sends, while less racy, still gets him swallowing that nervous lump in his throat. There's a lot of typing back and forth on his magi-comm, trying to figure out the right thing to say. Any other time. Any other circumstance. Any other state of mind, and this would have been so much easier. Until finally, ]
No problems we haven't already had to deal with.
[ When the new day broke, Cloud was. Going to kick himself so hard? When he snapped out of this twist in state. ]
Think I asked you something earlier.
[ Something about... 'Lower?' ]
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So you did. To answer that: absolutely.
[Sorry, future roommate Ayaka. She'll feel a little bad about it one day, maybe. Or they'll all laugh about it.]
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mostly?was going to be collectively reaching for the sake or slamming their heads on desks when this whole festival was over. Cloud included... Lil's going to be left waiting for a few preciously quiet moments after she sends that message. But only because the next time she gets a little 'ping'?It's initially similar to the first one she
accidentallyreceived. This one? ... New. This sepia-toned photo dips lower. Down those defined v-lines. Past the neatly shaved tuft of blond...and a tease of the base of what's hanging between his legs- heavy...but not even hard yet. ]There.
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It takes a moment to respond, another new photo for his perusal. This one features the full length of her torso, much of the fabric from earlier at least pulled aside or arranged under her. Her hands rest over bare skin, one just under her barely-covered chest and one slid into her panties, fingers tenting the dark fabric faintly.]
Now I'm disappointed I didn't ask to see it in person. It's been a while...
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...
But so was this. Twist in nature and inhibitions or not. And while Cloud wasn't going to wake up tomorrow morning with regrets over this... Embarrassment? Hoo boy. It's a good thing that flavor wasn't on the menu tonight. What was on the menu, however, Cloud already well relaxed in his bed. A wave of heat rolls through him, pooling with a newfound burning in his loins when he eyes that teasing way her fingers tent into the dark fabric. Oh. A shame his lupine senses couldn't really smell someone through a magi-comm. Because the young vampire's heat would be setting off another set of instincts entirely right about now. ]
Since you've had one? [ Rapidly shifting nature or not, that still doesn't stop Cloud from swallowing that little lump in his throat before sending, loosing a warm sigh as he does. ] A bit different from just fingers.
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Reading the reply doesn't help any, as she exhales a whine of a noise, eyes half-lidding. She has too much libido on a good day, this is probably a terrible idea. Well, she can just go out on the prowl later if she needs to.]
Yeah. Definitely long enough to get my mind wandering. Different from fingers... though I think I'd like yours more than mine, too.♥
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On an ordinary day, it was wild enough. But tonight, as the call of the night and the promise of a prowl beckons him to get up. Get out there... ]
Yeah? Something a little thicker to work you over. Right?
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'Ding!'
One more attachment. A top-down shot the length of his exposed torso. His hand is in frame, resting along the groove between his thigh and groin. ]
Can't go much lower than this.
[ His half-erect cock, laying up along his abdomen, the sepia-toned shot doing nothing to hide the glistening of precum that's already getting him wet. ]
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The photo really clinches it, though. Her gaze slips over the entirety of it, from the smooth curve of each muscle to the curl of his hand - big, she thinks, though it's hard to tell. Most people's hands are big compared to her though.
Convenient, that.
It takes her a good moment to go through all of it, biting her lip at the sight of his cock and the precum making a pretty presentation of it. Damn.]
Yeah. Work me up and hold me down, y'know? I'm
a little wild that way.
[Another message comes moments later, this one, predictably, with an attachment. This photo is taken from the side, showing off the slim tone of her lithe torso where it's raised up. It's cut into by the stretch of a hand down between her legs, and one thigh hides most of the view past a neat tuft of hair at the bottom of her belly.
There's a touch of a gleam over her skin, like fingers pulling slick up over her stomach.]
I can, if you like. Though... maybe a game of hide and seek would be more fun. Say, find me and you can have me any way you like, as long as you like tonight?
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The difference between the Cloud Strife the magi-comms saw fit to send her way and the one that would return come dawn? Figuratively and literally night and day. ]
So a hunt, then.
[ Yeah, she's been tempting a beast this whole time. And there's only so much patience a wild animal can have before they just give in. Wiping his hand down along the bed sheets, he sits upright at the edge of his bed. ]
Where's the game start?
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Now.Address. ]no subject
It's something she guessed by his responses, though whether this is normal behaviour or a circumstance of the moonless nights is anyone's guess. Whatever the case, there's almost no time waiting before he'll get a message containing two attachments.]
Don't keep me waiting too long.
[The photos are simple - one of the sign denoting the building she's in, another of a hallway inside that building, its floor level clearly marked. One door is just slightly ajar in it, the sepia-toned light filtering through easily, though honestly... she's not sure she'll even need to keep the door open for him to find her by now.
Needless to say, he's found himself a rather... daring partner for the night. One who takes the time to remove only the bare minimum of clothing - skirts and other embellishments that would get in the way or risk breaking, if they're things she doesn't want to spend the time to fix. Just enough that so when he arrives, Lilja's already settled on the edge of the bed, long legs crossed and accenting the garters and stockings they hold, wearing something polite company might call "scraps" more than clothing. They really do cover just enough, straps of sturdy leather drawing angles over her pale skin and soft frilly satin only just hugging her breasts enough to be decent. Mostly.]
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Donning a black and golden okami mask and taking the Buster Sword from his wall, it keeps some of the more feral aspects of his transformation at bay for now despite his intent. He wasn't backing down. Nor was that building very far from where he lived. Once he got back indoors? That mask wasn't going to be necessary. ]
[ Should Lilja train her ears well enough, she'll hear footsteps late into the night...steadily approaching and getting louder. Sure enough, the door creaks open. The sound of someone stepping in. And shutting that door. An audible click as the lock is set. No one was getting in or getting out until day broke. Setting his Buster Sword down by the doorway, it's not going with him where he's going. The hunt didn't last very long. Perhaps a half hour at the most since her last message was sent. He didn't even send anything back. Nothing like,
'Close' or 'Found you'. No...his arrival was unannounced. And as he steps into the bedroom, standing in the doorframe, he wasn't about to come here decked out in his SOLDIER uniform. All he needed was straps and the magnet to secure his Buster Sword on the way over, least any hungering Yokai saw him fit for a snack. But he was more dangerous. Hungrier yet as he arrives before her in an open, casual kimono. No belts or armor to shed or fuss with on his person as he takes a moment to drink the sight in.
Lithe, curvy and inviting in all the right places. Sensual as the ideas and thoughts that ran amok in his head long before he left his house were primed and on the brink of spilling. The last piece...his mask. As he removes it, she would be met with a mismatched pair of eyes, one softly glowing blue with the intense immersion of mako. The other? Gold, as if that inner wolf in him was begging to be released. His heart was already pounding wildly in his chest. And seeing the redheaded woman waiting at the edge of the bed for him so salacious? ]
Didn't keep you too long?
[ It may be the last considerate thought out of his mouth before he starts closing what little distance is left between them, approaching the foot of the bed as he lets his mask drop haphazardly to the floor. ]
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But, to the moment at hand. She doesn't need to train her ears so hard to hear it, the soft creak of hinges and the heavy, careful sound of footsteps. A heavier `chak` of the latch followed by the click of the lock as her door is closed, locked. His heartbeat is so loud, scent intriguing. Distinctly human, and yet--
Admittedly, she's a little surprised by his face. Not for any negative reason, but because the curves and angles of it are as perfectly interesting as they are youthful. (She hardly has any room to talk on youthful faces though, doesn't she?) If she watches for longer, the wonder if she'll just see that hunger teeming beneath those surprisingly pretty features is not the faintest of them all. The glimmer of gold rakes at her want to tease, to see how far that thread goes.]
Mm, not unforgivably long. I was considering being upset, though.
[There's not an ounce of truth to that, a flash of fangs in her smile as he closes the distance. Long legs uncross both in invitation and in movement then, and Cloud will be treated to just how quick his new companion is. Her nails are long, as he already knew, but not actually very sharp - an important distinction considering their circumstances and how one hand curls delicately over his shoulder and the other cradles his face, thumb pad brushing his lip before she's leaning into it.
His consideration is appreciated - and clearly set aside in the discarded distance. Before their lips meet, her breath ghosts across his, yellow-green eyes fixing their gaze to his.]
Your heart's beating so fast... how earnestly carnal.
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He was far more knowledgeable than he'd been since coming here. Phrases, words, terms that evaded him before were commonplace in his brain. Even if most of the time they were kept under lock and key. Then, as iterated before...there were nights like this. When the Sakumi Festival really dug its claws into him, and shattered his inhibitions before casting them to the ether. His human body was practically skin deep right now. Everything else underneath was but a, frankly, debauched and horny monster.
If he wasn't ripping Yokai to shreds or staking his claim as a top creature of the night,
Cloud was all too eager to get his dick wet. And leave the almost porcelain-like woman with an everlasting impression if it'd been so long. Just as Lil's small, slender hands curl around him, one over his shoulder and the other cradling his youthful features, his own hands brace him as he bends over her, not quite coaxing her to fall onto her back quite yet as leans in over her. She would feel the gentle bite of his nails against her soft thigh, the other reaching along her side as his palm splays into the mattress. ]
Yeah? [ Curiouser and curiouser... Yet he leans in all the same, the invite of her breath brushing his lips and tempting a tremor of a sigh for her. ] Hard not to be when you're tempting me with those shots.
[ Not that he was innocent in this either. Not when he gave her the promise of "lower" and sent her that picture of his cock, half-erect with plenty of room to fill out. And when he finally does close those miniscule inches, stealing that very same breath away with his lips upon hers, the first kiss is fleeting. Chaste, even. ...before the second one follows right after, sweeping against her lips as his hand begins to massage over her thigh, thumb kneading in along the inside as it wasn't long before he was beckoning her for deeper access. ]
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Right now, this voracious, debauched monster is exactly what she needs. That the Sakumi Festival provides is an easy relief, and if there's anything laughable about its effect on the young vampire, it's the lack of effect. At most, it pulls forward the everpresent need she feels, the urge for companionship and intimacy and a nice, big cock to fill her up time and again. The very idea sees her melting into his whims; submission left unspoken in every shift. Bending back, long red hair coils over the bed, creating a sort of shimmering aura around her. In turn, she maintains just the slightest balance, hovering over the bed with the simple slide of a leg alongside his own.]
Mm, good... I did my best with those.
[It's all she says before their lips meet, lip piercing shifting faintly with the first kiss, fleeting and chaste and sweet. It's nothing, really, compared to what follows. The second kiss begins with her tongue ring pressed against his lips, her own parted in offering and request both, hips rising into the kneading of a hand over one solid thigh.
A thumb teases lower, deeper at the inside of her thigh and the vampire only beckons him further toward the inevitable debauchery she's stoked between them. Her hands aren't idle either, sliding over skin and fabric to search for the ties of his kimono.]
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Between labored pants that see him pressing himself a little more insistently against her. He's moments away from outright lifting her up so that he can scoot her back on the bed and pounce on her. But even still, Cloud is far too overdressed for this situation. Whereas this sweet redhead was but a tug on the crotch of her panties away from his direct touch. ]
Gonna reward you good- [ he breathes against her lips, almost downright panting like a wolf in a rut. ] -for all that.
[ He keeps his balance against the edge of the bed well enough, getting as far as an insistent stroke of his fingers against the dampened crotch of the vampire. Despite how cool she feels...he can still feel that heat. Her overall scent dizzying him now that he finally had her. ]
Going 'lower' really got you worked up, huh?
[ Giving in and sending her that scandalous shot on his bed. As he strokes and works her pussy over with more fervent strokes and circling, he only slows when he feels her hands slide down skin and fabric for the sides of his kimono.
Yeah. Fuck this. This needs to come off. She'll find that he hasn't dressed in the multitude of layers that typically came with Nipponese wears, the blond making quick work of the plain obi with an assertive tug. When it comes loosened, it leaves the front of him wide open as he discards the sash and pulls the front of his attire open. All it'd take is a shrug off the shoulders to leave him with a pair of hakama pants...increasingly uncomfortable hakama pants as his loins stir and his erection only fills out even more. ]
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The closer he gets, the more her breasts press to his chest, lips curled upward as he speaks.]
I look forward to that reward, [her breath hitches as fingers stroke at her crotch, and the sigh she gives almost sweet.] and seeing just how much you have planned.
[It was an excellent shot, after all. Nothing compared to the press of fingers against and between her folds, and her toes curl pleasantly even when he slows.]
Haaah... can you blame me? I'm weak to toned muscle and-- rough play, and you look like a man who has a wealth of both right now.
[As his kimono slips open, her fingers walk up his chest to hook her nails under fabric at his shoulders, casually flicking it off to one side.]
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