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Jun 29, 2017 16:07:08 GMT -5
Post by raynauld on Jun 29, 2017 16:07:08 GMT -5
He was torn. On the one hand, such open rebellion was blatant against the filial piety taught to him by his upbringing in a religious family. On the other hand, rebellion had its perks, especially given how everyone had abandoned him, more or less. Plus, what person his age didn't daydream of dangerous thoughts? to drakka : It's Raynauld. There's a quest about replicating the Boston Tea Party except in the far eastern zone. Wanna work out some teen rebellion with me?He sent that off to his guildmate and waited there in the dead of night. It was clear the developers were American, given what the quest replicated. But history was weird; anything could become something new; the Boston Tea Party was open rebellion, whereas these men wanted to protest peacefully. How strange. Well, the three of- ... Oh yeah. to drakka : Nearly forgot - someone else should be joining us, schedule permitting. Heard she's about our age; try not to bite too much.Anyone else and he wouldn't have to say that. But given Chandra's reaction to Rex, it was far better to be safe than sorry. QUEST - 1/8; drakka Mistress
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Jun 29, 2017 22:16:04 GMT -5
Post by drakka on Jun 29, 2017 22:16:04 GMT -5
Any sort of action job was on Drakka's list, long as it wasn't suicidal or stupid, she was likely to accept whatever job was thrown at her. Today was no exception and though her body screamed to lay down and sleep...maybe until...tomorrow, she still agonizingly stood and started her usual mean-looking meandering to the site of the quest. Coming. Don't start without me.Another message. This one was a tad more snarky, she noted with a sharp-toothed grin. Looks like Ray was learning to be a bit of a jackass like the rest of them, they sure grew up fast in this little game. She took only a moment to read the message further before her fingers lazily flicked across the screen until her equally snarky message was done and done. Let's see if the new Ray had something to say to this! Just biting? So I can scratch?And that was done! She'd arrive a little later than expected, humanoid but as mean looking as the monster she turned into. raynauld Mistress
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Jul 1, 2017 15:52:33 GMT -5
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Jul 1, 2017 15:47:03 GMT -5
Post by Mistress on Jul 1, 2017 15:47:03 GMT -5
Mistress was excited. She had always been a good little Texan paleovegan cheerleader and gymnast, but with a naughty side. Today, she was going to partake in some sort of rebellion, which is something she missed at home. She missed being the spoiled little daddy's girl who always got what she wanted. She smiled and thought to herself, maybe it's just me, but i think i can do some good today. Ima be a brat for someone elses cause, it'll be the nicest thing dun ever since daddy got me my pet alligator! Mistress was giddy and exceptionally bubbly, and such an elevated mood couldn't be brought down easily.
She was to meet two other folks for the rebellion, somewhere in Izanami. She tracked down the coordinates she had on her screen before catching sight of a pale skinned, green haired man. Quite dapper, she thought, and him being donned in armor didn't help. Hey, she couldn't help her hormonal urges. She approached him with the same zeal and cheer as she would a crowd at one of her high school football games. She was sure to show off her body, which was clad scantily to say the least.
"Howdy there stranger! You must be Raynauld, I'm your Mistress~" she said, perfectly aware of her small innuendo she made. "You're much cuter than I thought you'd be, and trust me there ain't no chickens complaining in the coup~"
After some time, another person came along, almost feral in nature. Mistress, thinking it was some sort of animal servant, jumped up and down with joy and ran over, trying to pet it. "IT'S CUTER THAN A GOLDFISH IN A SHARKPOND!!" Little did she know the dangers that could possibly await her for unintentionally demeaning Drakka.
1/8 raynauld drakka
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Jul 1, 2017 17:02:02 GMT -5
Post by raynauld on Jul 1, 2017 17:02:02 GMT -5
It took Raynauld approximately half a second to immediately regret when the "Mistress" arrived. "... What?" He immediately looked away, unwilling to give this woman too much attention. She spoke in a heavy drawl - what, was she from Texas? - and laced every line with sin. He gave Drakka a look that said everything: I'm so sorry. I couldn't have known.Soon enough, however, it would've been time to get everything back on track. And that meant he had to handle leadership duties. "Okay. Alright. First off. Please don't treat my guildmate like a pet. Secondly, it is... very nice... to meet you... Alright, so as you know we have to find and secure the tea shipment to dump it in the pond in the center of this town. Drakka!" Raynauld turned to her, hoping she wouldn't tear Mistress apart in the interim, "I have a box down here with a sample of the tea in it. Can you sniff out where they're keeping the latest shipment with it?" If Mistress was treating her like a pet, he was technically treating her like a hunting hound... not that it was a wrong train of thought. 2/8 - drakka Mistress
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Jul 1, 2017 23:20:10 GMT -5
Post by drakka on Jul 1, 2017 23:20:10 GMT -5
Drakka had been expecting a little weirdo to appear, it was kinda the Darkroot Devils forte, they attracted weirdos like a magnet...but She had been expecting the Darkroot Devils weird, tolerable weird, not weird like the woman talking in gibberish running at her at a hundred miles per hour. Drakka sucked in a breath and stumbled backward, quickly covering up the shock on her face with threatened rage, " Don't you fucking touch me!" She snarled, instinctively shuffling away from the touch. What the he'll was wrong with this lady!? Treating her like an animal! She sent her own gaze toward Raynauld, one that screamed "if she touches me, I'm out." Relinquishing the leader role to Ray was easy enough, and she leaned away from Mistress as he talked, nodding silently to herself before spitting out a " Sure, what else am I good for?" She did feel like a hunting dog with an order like that, but it was familiar. As long as Ray didn't push it, she was going to be fine. With a final sigh, she lowered down and shifted into het bestial form, blinking at the tea shipment for a little before taking a sniff and padding off almost instantly, " Keep up with me...but don't touch me, looking at you Miss." raynauld Mistress
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Jul 1, 2017 23:43:18 GMT -5
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Jul 1, 2017 23:42:35 GMT -5
Post by Mistress on Jul 1, 2017 23:42:35 GMT -5
"Oh my, my apologies. Didn't realize that ya weren't no NPC... I'll keep my peach harvest to myself next time..."
Yeongmae quickly withdrew her hand, finally realizing that this was another real player in the game. Her happy bubbly mood got quickly shot when both Drakka and Raynauld scolded her for such ignorant actions. I mean, how was she to know? This embarrassment led her to blushing red, and withdrawing for a few moments of time. She pouted a bit, listening to the two speak. After a brief moment, Drakka took off, snarling at her and giving her a little bit of sass.
"First off, my name is Mistress, and secondly I'm not here to tie corsets, so I'm just gonna leave the raccoon to treasure hunt cause I don't want no trouble..."
Mistress, being athletic in real life and in the game, was able to run pretty fast, hopefully to exceed her team mate's expectations. Her two dragons kept up with her, each one flying on either side of her head. Where they were running to, who knows. But Mistress was there to party. She was ready to rumble, hopefully not with the scary beastgirl. In transit, she felt her eyes wandering back at Raynauld, a knight in shining armor. Oh how he seemed to command them as if they were his troops... Or better yet, his slaves. While Mistress was no stranger to being domineering, there was something alluring about a man who can dominate on an intellectual and strategic level... Which wasn't hard, considering Mistress wasn't exactly smart. But in all honesty, she was lonely in the game. There wasn't anyone around that was willing to help her out other than to give her money for how she looked... And other services. Was that prostitution? Whatever, at least she was doing more than showing off her body, which was something she doesn't always object to.
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drakka raynauld
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Jul 2, 2017 3:41:27 GMT -5
Post by raynauld on Jul 2, 2017 3:41:27 GMT -5
It was well known to all members of the faith that God worked in mysterious ways, in and out of game. Sometimes, it was obvious that the trials and tribulations were merely orchestrated by His hand to test His faithful. Abraham was made to sacrifice his son Isaac, Jonah was devoured by the whale, Job went through a metaphorical hell... Obviously this was just His version of testing Ryan. Clearly, God was not messing around. A literal whore of Babylon was behind him and a snarling beast was in front of him. There was no winning here - merely whatever caused him to lose the least. Mistress might as well have been born in sin, for every other line that came out of her mouth was born of old lace and arsenic. He could feel her deviant gaze on him. Meanwhile, Drakka would probably rip him apart without a thought given half a chance and a single wrong word. This was quickly getting out of hand. Thankfully, Drakka found their pretty quickly. Two guards in front of the warehouse, standing in front of the sliding door. "Okay. I'm going to knock these guys out, then open the door. Once we find the items, we can call the protestors and have them start carrying the tea out front. I imagine once we start moving we'll attract more attention than we'd like to, so we'll have to find some way to shake them off of us... Everyone got that?" He didn't wait for an answer - Raynauld seemed to, quite literally, disappear from view after saying that. There was a great silence until one of the guards was struck by a great force, Raynauld reappearing in his guild armor with the giant mace in his hands. That guard fell summarily; his companion was shocked for the whole half a second it took for him to fall as well. "I may not like that tool, but it's worth it for this." A cloaking device? How long had he had that one? Raynauld struck the locks with the butt of the mace and grabbed the shutter, lifting it open to a bevy of crates and miscellany, not unlike something from that old show where units like this were bought and sold. "Drakka, where are they?" Quickly now - no doubt that made noise... 3/8 - drakka Mistress
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Jul 2, 2017 14:59:10 GMT -5
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Post by drakka on Jul 2, 2017 14:59:10 GMT -5
Drakka tilted her head as Mistress kept blabbing it...whatever language that was, she likely didn't understand a lick of whatever Mistress just said, much less what Raynauld was actually hearing from her, and just focused on finding this shipment she was already regretting agreeing to find. Thankfully, she was able to trot at a fairly quick pace, and they found the source of the agonizingly dull scent of tea. " Here." She mumbled, gathering her back legs in preparation to take out the guards...only for Ray to actually surprised her and vanished into thin air! As he reappeared, " Pff, I could have done that." She grumbled as she stepped in, snout low to the ground before it finally shot up, nose pointing toward the source of the tea, " Here." kingrex papilion
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Jul 5, 2017 10:35:40 GMT -5
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Jul 5, 2017 10:34:55 GMT -5
Post by Mistress on Jul 5, 2017 10:34:55 GMT -5
"Where... where did he go?"
For a split moment, her fixation of Raynauld stopped, for, well, he disappeared. The vanishing act broke Mistress' concentration, and she snapped mback to reality for just a moment. Within seconds, the guards that stood between them and illegal activity fell, as if knocked out by... Well, Raynauld. Who just so happened to appear right after the guards fell as if something from an old movie about wizards and magic... What was it again? Scruffy Tailor? Whatever it was, it was something just like out of a movie, and Mistress was extremely pleased.
"Why, that was more excitin' than a frog would be in the manure fields," Mistress said, almost too excitedly. "Now let's get this sweet tea a brewin'!"
Before she could assist in helping gather the tea to help expedite the riot, she had this weird feeling that something wasn't right. Like, was someone watching them? She turned around and tried to see if there was anything following them, and if her dragons could spot anything. The guards fell really easily, and there wasn't much commotion going on elsewhere. Surely a quest like this would be more difficult, wouldn't it?
"I'll stand guard for a second, I'm getting a weird feeling about this..." she said, arming her dragons with an ice breath to perhaps slow any intruders that may come their way. "Let me know if y'all here a monkey in the brush."
raynauld drakka 3/8
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Jul 5, 2017 14:50:28 GMT -5
Post by raynauld on Jul 5, 2017 14:50:28 GMT -5
Okay, seriously. What world was this woman from? It must have been Texas. It sounded like Texas. Once Drakka found the tea, though, Raynauld waved to the shadows, and the protestors arrived. Numbering roughly twenty in number, they were just NPCs and mostly un-noteworthy. If anything was suspicious, it was that one couldn't stop fidgeting and jumping at the sight of his own shadow. Not that Raynauld paid any attention to it. "Alright, line up, people!" Once they'd done so, Raynauld moved the tea boxes (with help from Drakka, most likely) and started handing them one by one to the NPCs, who would in turn maneuver their way to the center pond and begin the Tokyo Tea Party. For nineteen NPCs, this went as smoothly as possible. The last one was the fidgeting man. "Catch," Raynauld said, and before anyone could stop him the poor scared NPC fumbled the crate and dropped it. " Hey, did anyone else hear that?" The voice seemingly came from nowhere; apparently one of the unconscious guards had a radio. Raynauld jumped, but it was nothing compared to the feminine scream the fidgeting man as he completely lost his nerve and ran howling into the night. Other NPCs similarly scattered; at least they seemed focused on their mission, since they didn't drop their cargo and flee. "Oh, for-" And they still had some left, too. But then, he had an idea. "Um, can you hold for a moment? I need to see if something is possible." Raynauld disappeared into the back of the warehouse. Just what was he planning...? 4/8 - drakka Mistress
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Jul 6, 2017 20:57:08 GMT -5
Post by drakka on Jul 6, 2017 20:57:08 GMT -5
Drakka yelped out the bestsge could witbthe tea boxes, which unfortunately wasn't as good as she ever wished she could be, having no hands apparently did that to you. Instead, the best she could manage was to lower her head and push the boxes which her head that if she wasn't the monstrous Lobisomem, might have been kinda cute, maybe was still cute to the correct observer. Thankfully, the NPCs seemed to get it and some broke off from Raynauld's line to take their prizes from Drakka's little pile. Neither Ray nor her seemed that intent on figuring out what Mistress was talking about, Drakka in particular just wanted to get to a part of this quest where she could fight something. She looked up just in time to see Ray about to throw his load toward a very jittery man, " Wait, I don't think-" Alas, it was too late, and the tea box made a noise much to loud as it fell to the ground. Drakka's ears flattened, " Well fuck, hide "Miss"" She barked as she faded into the shadows. She didn't care whether Ray's plan worked, her shadow simply began pacing, ready to attack. raynauld Mistress
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Jul 7, 2017 11:01:20 GMT -5
Post by Mistress on Jul 7, 2017 11:01:20 GMT -5
"Ouch, that looks like it hurt more than when Obese Obertta fell on top of Loser Lana during our pyramid... I mean the heffer is like 135 pounds and eats full fat cheese." Mistress winced as she saw the box fall on top of the NPC, cringle a little at how much it seemed to hurt. Before Mistress could even react, Raynauld seemed to disappear again and the wolf girl started barking and yelling at her. "Why, ya dun gotta scold me like a misbehaved child, miss! I am perfectly capable of hiding like a newt in a gravel pit!"
Mistress was not exactly the quietest person, but she did happen to find a few boxes where she and her dragons could hide. While it took a hot second to get comfortable, she had a good spot to see what was going on and could send her dragons into the offensive. She prepped her claws as well, ready to get in and slash if she was going to confront some armymen or police or whatever. She hadn't done anything covert like this, nor had she fought anything but monsters in the wild, so while she was a little worried, she was secure knowing she had others around her to assist her, or rather for her to assist them. Armed with frost breath, her dragons waited patiently for her command.
In the distance, she saw a few men coming to the warehouse. It was maybe 6 or 7 men, but they didn't seem to notice Drakka or her. Instead, they inspected the body for a hot moment, and went into the warehouse, armed and ready to attack. They seemed to be hostile, but Mistress waited for her team mates to make the next move, as to not screw up whatever plan they had. Certainly she didn't know, but she wasn't dumb enough to break cover just yet.
4/8 drakka raynauld
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Jul 7, 2017 16:42:55 GMT -5
Post by raynauld on Jul 7, 2017 16:42:55 GMT -5
Six to seven soldiers - maybe not on Rex's level, but modern enough to ape his style. They went in, weapons drawn and ready to search with their flashlights. And what they found- A light shone back from within the warehouse, brighter than the lumen of their flashlights. It was followed by the sound of an engine starting and then being revved up. Likely Drakka recognized it, given the stink he'd made back at their home, but for Mistress this would likely be a surprise. Something red blew by, nearly bowling over a small group of the guards, stopping at the door to the warehouse. And there he was - not in his guild armor anymore, but now wearing his biker leathers atop the red hoverbike "Caernarfon". Behind it was a chain attached to a sturdy pallet on wheels that had the remainder of the tea boxes they proved unable to shuffle or hand off to protestors, with a makeshift barricade to keep them from falling in. Had he rigged this up that quickly...? (Furthermore, did he finally take Papilion's advice to just keep the bike in his inventory?) "Get in the back!" He indicated the pallet, " We're about to go fast!" This was supposed to be a peaceful protest, never mind the fact that Raynauld nearly committed involuntary manslaughter about five seconds ago. Fighting would probably dilute their image - and, you know, some of them lived in Izanami. Maybe he thought this was the best option. 5/8 - drakka Mistress
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Jul 8, 2017 23:38:42 GMT -5
Post by drakka on Jul 8, 2017 23:38:42 GMT -5
Drakka caught the sound first, even though she had no visible ears in her shadowy guise, and her Shadow shifted slightly as Ray's plan approached. As the men passed by, she writes a bit and flinched as their gazes started to flick toward the Lobisomem shadow that, now that they looked closer, didn't look as natural as it should look and- Raynauld was on a motorcycle, an absolutely awesome motorcycle too, and Drakka would have died had she the mouth to smile. The men threw themselves aside and her Shadow started to slither away as she decided that since Ray had it under control, she could get going. She only hoped Mistress was following... raynauld Mistress
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Jul 10, 2017 9:31:00 GMT -5
Post by Mistress on Jul 10, 2017 9:31:00 GMT -5
Mistress, who was on high alert, slowly lowered her guard as she saw all the soldiers fall, probably due to something Raynauld had done. She slowly came out of her tea box hiding place, her dragons eventually resting on her shoulders. She was slightly confused, but noticed the motorcycle from which the blast came from. Raynauld had defeated all the guards that came back, and with that she fell deeper in her affection for him, although being a very surface level attraction.
"Why, that was spectacular!" she said, excitingly racing towards Raynauld. He quickly followed up with him telling her to hop on, and she would not refuse such an offer. She gladly took her seat on the tea crate makeshift scooter, holding on tight as to not fall off when he would go.
"I'm an expert at bull ridin', so don't slow down for lil ol me!" she said, proud of her Texan upbringing. She was ready to go forth with the other two and finally to bag all the tea... Wait, is that the right expression? Maybe it was put the tea in the bag... tea bag? Who knows, but all Mistress felt was excitement.
5/8 drakka raynauld
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