Demon Hunters RP - Game Thread

[Thorn_]

The car ride had been uncomfortable, ever since Alice had started rubbing up her body against Alicia, the latter had been flustered and unfocused. Even just before the car ride, she had tried saying something, clearly wanting to talk with her daughter but the glance she had cast at Rebecca had quickly shut her up. Not that she could exactly go away so they could talk, not when they still were busy chasing the lich.

Rebecca wasn't quite sure how to feel herself, looking at the pair of women together had excited her, to the point she had to start reminding herself they were related. Alice, meanwhile, didn't seem to have noticed by the way she had to keep herself from bursting out laughing. In truth, Rebecca enjoyed that teasing aspect of the nun who had seemed so shy and repressed, wanted to encourage it... for many reasons. But maybe not with her own mother. "Alice," Rebecca purred, whispering loud enough for her mother to hear too, "if you're going to put another show like you did for the police officer, just remember that it's my turn." Her hand brushing gently up and down the younger nun's spine as she laughed as if they were just teasing. She leaned in closer, breathing lightly into Alice's ear for just the two of them. "Want to see for how long you'll let out sexy Alice to play, and how much you'll allow her to do this time around."

"I...am going to have to ask you not to do that." Alicia hearing bits of Rebbeca's flirting with her own daughter, tensed. Protective as a parent, and while it was more difficult to explain, protective of her friend too. She didn't want to enforce rules too heavily with her daughter and given how much fun she had messing with him, she was aware she sounded something like a hypocrite. Forcing a smile, she looked over to the blond trying to remedy the situation the best she could with words.

"Rebecca, you're lovely. Though, how do I put this...it's my hope that my daughter marries someone from our order. Not...that it's impossible. And the church actually doesn't have a problem with women together." She wondered why she needed to say it, but Alicia decided the best way to get the point across was to reach her arm across to the backseat, Rebbeca's face inching close as her palm stopped in front of it. It was easy to miss. Her palms looking mostly soft, though the lines and creases that remained still visible. It was faint, though now that she saw it, she couldn't unee it. While faded, on closer inspection, some of the palm lines, weren't actually palm lines at all.

Rebecca being the doctor she was, could recognize scarred tissue when she saw it. Burn marks. And also the faded whiteness that came with long time knife wounds. Not all the scarring from the lines matched the others, ranging from what even suggested acid burns at one point, but...eerie. All of them perfectly straight. No excess damage. Probably too controlled and measured even for a trained person to do with the kind of tools to replicate the pattern. But while the sources of what made the scarred lines were different, they all met parallel to form something like a cross, if not for it having two extra horizontal lines on the top and bottom. Alicia wasn't sure that Rebbeca would recognize the cross of Salem, but it forced the mother to blush for a moment recalling that day, but quickly washed away and her face replaced by concern when she recalled the moment it happened.

"Knights must take their oaths very seriously. I'm not sure how far the consequences go for ignoring the rules, but I didn't want to test them. Not...not...that there aren't ways around them..." Alicia's face went to looking ready to speculate, before forcing herself back into laughter looking at Alice. "But I'll just keep those to myself, so it doesn’t give you any ideas.”

 

[Tjf]

Licking her lips, Melissa sends one last whisper, "Then check the stall right next to yours." Waiting for him to enter her stall, the sexy milf uses her left hand to grope her breast, while her right hand teases her nylon-clad pussy. "Mmmh!" She lets out some sweet moans for Zach to follow.

The stall door slowly opens, and Zach stands in the doorway, breathless at the sight of her. "Mrs...M-Melissa... Oh my God." His pants are back up, but his cock pokes through the open zipper, long and veiny, looking painfully erect at the sight of the milf. "I-I've never done this before..."

 

[Tjf]

James looked a bit confused that Ayrlea was in his room now, he rubbed his neck, looking up at Ayrlea, 'It really wasn't the surprise I was hoping for. It's alright... you couldn't have known. I'm sure there are plenty of guys who would've jumped at the chance to... get revenge in such a way. My mother did many horrible things, but I'd like to keep the memory of her as she was before my eighteenth birthday.' He got off the bed, 'How'd you do all of that teleporting and possession stuff anyway? Was that all in my head too?'

Walking towards Ayrlea, she could feel the distinctly demonic aura coming from James, infused during the ritual and fuelling his magic, it felt under tension like it was struggling to escape its Human prison. James caught himself staring at her horns and wings for a moment, having never seen a demon like her up close. Her succubus instincts picked up his interest in her more demonic features, but the young man also showed the typical teenager arousal at her Human features.

Slightly embarrassed at his staring but relatively at ease around her, James felt conflicted about the situation, having been trained to hunt and kill demons for the past year, 'Really, I should be fighting you, but you did save my skin. They'd probably put me in some black site asylum too if they knew I was hosting a succubus in my room.' He looked around a bit nervously, not sure what to say and tried to change the subject, 'You want something to drink? I could use something cool after that. My head is spinning.'

James walked past the succubus to his fridge and had a quick look around for his cat, in case she was afraid of the new visitor.

She nods. "Yes, that was a vision." She smiles and sits down next to him, not seeming to mind his interest, either innocent and sexual. "I can't actually teleport people through the real world and make them ethereal, or make them possess other people's bodies. I wish I could, but few beings are that powerful." She giggles. "I'd love a drink, but I'm not actually here with you. Your brain is simply telling you that I am. I might have used the Bureau to help you, but if I actually went to the estate, I doubt things would go well for me. There's more protecting that place than just men with guns."

"I do hope I haven't overwhelmed you with all this, James."

 

[Tjf]

The car ride had been uncomfortable, ever since Alice had started rubbing up her body against Alicia, the latter had been flustered and unfocused. Even just before the car ride, she had tried saying something, clearly wanting to talk with her daughter but the glance she had cast at Rebecca had quickly shut her up. Not that she could exactly go away so they could talk, not when they still were busy chasing the lich.

Rebecca wasn't quite sure how to feel herself, looking at the pair of women together had excited her, to the point she had to start reminding herself they were related. Alice, meanwhile, didn't seem to have noticed by the way she had to keep herself from bursting out laughing. In truth, Rebecca enjoyed that teasing aspect of the nun who had seemed so shy and repressed, wanted to encourage it... for many reasons. But maybe not with her own mother. "Alice," Rebecca purred, whispering loud enough for her mother to hear too, "if you're going to put another show like you did for the police officer, just remember that it's my turn." Her hand brushing gently up and down the younger nun's spine as she laughed as if they were just teasing. She leaned in closer, breathing lightly into Alice's ear for just the two of them. "Want to see for how long you'll let out sexy Alice to play, and how much you'll allow her to do this time around."

"I...am going to have to ask you not to do that." Alicia hearing bits of Rebbeca's flirting with her own daughter, tensed. Protective as a parent, and while it was more difficult to explain, protective of her friend too. She didn't want to enforce rules too heavily with her daughter and given how much fun she had messing with him, she was aware she sounded something like a hypocrite. Forcing a smile, she looked over to the blond trying to remedy the situation the best she could with words.

"Rebecca, you're lovely. Though, how do I put this...it's my hope that my daughter marries someone from our order. Not...that it's impossible. And the church actually doesn't have a problem with women together." She wondered why she needed to say it, but Alicia decided the best way to get the point across was to reach her arm across to the backseat, Rebbeca's face inching close as her palm stopped in front of it. It was easy to miss. Her palms looking mostly soft, though the lines and creases that remained still visible. It was faint, though now that she saw it, she couldn't unee it. While faded, on closer inspection, some of the palm lines, weren't actually palm lines at all.

Rebecca being the doctor she was, could recognize scarred tissue when she saw it. Burn marks. And also the faded whiteness that came with long time knife wounds. Not all the scarring from the lines matched the others, ranging from what even suggested acid burns at one point, but...eerie. All of them perfectly straight. No excess damage. Probably too controlled and measured even for a trained person to do with the kind of tools to replicate the pattern. But while the sources of what made the scarred lines were different, they all met parallel to form something like a cross, if not for it having two extra horizontal lines on the top and bottom. Alicia wasn't sure that Rebbeca would recognize the cross of Salem, but it forced the mother to blush for a moment recalling that day, but quickly washed away and her face replaced by concern when she recalled the moment it happened.

"Knights must take their oaths very seriously. I'm not sure how far the consequences go for ignoring the rules, but I didn't want to test them. Not...not...that there aren't ways around them..." Alicia's face went to looking ready to speculate, before forcing herself back into laughter looking at Alice. "But I'll just keep those to myself, so it doesn’t give you any ideas.”

Alice gives a guilty and shy look, her confidence dissipated. "S-Sorry, mom, Rebecca. I just got a little carried away. I thought it was funny, the way that man reacted, but I shouldn't be so bold." She looks between the two women, hoping to stave off a confrontation by becoming the target. "Sorry, it's my fault. It won't happen again." She looks at the floor, as they travel towards the detective's address.

 

[Tjf]

"Well, you know what they say about anticipation," she mutters to herself as everyone goes off on their own, "So the wait's probably worth it."

While not exactly tired, she had done her exercises for the day and decided she might as well see if there was a place to pick out a movie or maybe catch one of those siblings from earlier for a little single-player action. Or heck, there were a lot more potentially interesting people to meet so she might as well keep her eyes open for now.

As she walks through the complex, Erika sees the gates open and the headlights of several cars enter the Estate. Out of one of the cars hops Tina, the female sibling she fought and then fucked. The woman spots Erika, giving a nod of acknowledgement.

 

[unisol_gr44]

She nods. "Yes, that was a vision." She smiles and sits down next to him, not seeming to mind his interest, either innocent and sexual. "I can't actually teleport people through the real world and make them ethereal, or make them possess other people's bodies. I wish I could, but few beings are that powerful." She giggles. "I'd love a drink, but I'm not actually here with you. Your brain is simply telling you that I am. I might have used the Bureau to help you, but if I actually went to the estate, I doubt things would go well for me. There's more protecting that place than just men with guns."

"I do hope I haven't overwhelmed you with all this, James."

'You're not here?' James repeated, sounding somewhat disappointed. He got himself a glass of water and sat down. He sighed, 'Maybe a little bit overwhelmed? Forgetting the situation with my mom, why did you want to stop my parents? You had some vendetta with them?'

 

[Tjf]

Nadya grimaced at not being able to confirm the kill, but she knew that she had to move and at least reposition. with a sigh, she crawled back away from the ledge before she made her way back down. Her eyes scanned for interruptions and another potential vantage point.

She sees the truck and crane from earlier, and a few other warehouses across a space of open ground. As the assassin moves away from her scope, she sees the target dragged behind his limousine, and two of the three bodyguards moving towards Nadya's vague direction, looking for the sniper, taking care to take cover.

 

[Tjf]

'You're not here?' James repeated, sounding somewhat disappointed. He got himself a glass of water and sat down. He sighed, 'Maybe a little bit overwhelmed? Forgetting the situation with my mom, why did you want to stop my parents? You had some vendetta with them?'

Ayrlea giggles again. "Don't worry James, we will meet in person someday. In fact, I'd be happy to come see you sometime when you're not on this base." She listens to his question, frowning. "I'm afraid that I'm not allowed to tell you much right now, beyond the fact that you're very important. Your parents found this out early, and were told to take good care of you. Unfortunately, as you got older, they got a better offer." She doesn't elaborate.

 

[unisol_gr44]

Ayrlea giggles again. "Don't worry James, we will meet in person someday. In fact, I'd be happy to come see you sometime when you're not on this base." She listens to his question, frowning. "I'm afraid that I'm not allowed to tell you much right now, beyond the fact that you're very important. Your parents found this out early, and were told to take good care of you. Unfortunately, as you got older, they got a better offer." She doesn't elaborate.

James chuckled, 'Maybe we can arrange it.' He frowned at her explanation or lack there-of, 'That sounds ominous. So if you're not allowed to say you're working for somebody else? Some higher demon?'

 

[Tjf]

James chuckled, 'Maybe we can arrange it.' He frowned at her explanation or lack there-of, 'That sounds ominous. So if you're not allowed to say you're working for somebody else? Some higher demon?'

She shrugs. "Like I said, I can neither confirm or deny." Ayrlea's expression drops, looking genuinely disappointed that she can't tell him what he wants to know. "Sorry, James... All I can say is that you'll learn it all eventually."

 

[unisol_gr44]

She shrugs. "Like I said, I can neither confirm or deny." Ayrlea's expression drops, looking genuinely disappointed that she can't tell him what he wants to know. "Sorry, James... All I can say is that you'll learn it all eventually."

'Alright, I won't pry any further in that matter,' James nodded, 'Can you tell me about yourself? Or is that all secret too?'

 

[asddas193]

The stall door slowly opens, and Zach stands in the doorway, breathless at the sight of her. "Mrs...M-Melissa... Oh my God." His pants are back up, but his cock pokes through the open zipper, long and veiny, looking painfully erect at the sight of the milf. "I-I've never done this before..."

"Mmh. Don't worry, just do what you think is right." Melissa cooed, spreading her legs to invite him in. Once Zach got close, the sexy milf embraces him, planting her lips onto his. "Now tell me, what part of me would you like first?" She whispered in a sultry tone, as her hand moves to stroke his length.

 

[Thorn_]

Alice gives a guilty and shy look, her confidence dissipated. "S-Sorry, mom, Rebecca. I just got a little carried away. I thought it was funny, the way that man reacted, but I shouldn't be so bold." She looks between the two women, hoping to stave off a confrontation by becoming the target. "Sorry, it's my fault. It won't happen again." She looks at the floor, as they travel towards the detective's address.

“It’s alright. I probably took it too far too. It’s just poorly advised for someone to try thinking the light won’t notice them going against their oath...at least wait until you’ve properly married and produced a heir.” Alicia in her head noted what a long time this was going to be for her. Though maybe not. Alice was nothing, if not clever with magic. Maybe she’d work out the same loophole Alicia did and...but maybe not. She wasn't going to share it anyway. Though Alicia didn’t really mention that at least 8/10 of the senior members all had the same mark since everyone had to try at least at one point and find out the hard way. They just quietly left to knock on the door of the current address.

 

[Tjf]

'Alright, I won't pry any further in that matter,' James nodded, 'Can you tell me about yourself? Or is that all secret too?'

"Me?" Ayrlea smiles. "I'm not special, just an average succubus." James is uncertain whether she's being obtuse, or just doesn't think highly of herself. "I have my interest in you, but apart from that, I've little to distinguish me. When I'm not...feeding, I help people with their problems. I run a private detective office in human guise."

 

[Tjf]

"Mmh. Don't worry, just do what you think is right." Melissa cooed, spreading her legs to invite him in. Once Zach got close, the sexy milf embraces him, planting her lips onto his. "Now tell me, what part of me would you like first?" She whispered in a sultry tone, as her hand moves to stroke his length.

He returns the kiss, entranced. "I want these..." His hands move to touch her breasts, hesitantly at first, but soon squeezing firmly enough to send shivers of excitement rolling across her body. His thumbs flick her nipples, as he looks into her eyes. "I never thought that I'd get to be with someone like you."

 

[Mazoku]

"I...am going to have to ask you not to do that." Alicia hearing bits of Rebbeca's flirting with her own daughter, tensed. Protective as a parent, and while it was more difficult to explain, protective of her friend too. She didn't want to enforce rules too heavily with her daughter and given how much fun she had messing with him, she was aware she sounded something like a hypocrite. Forcing a smile, she looked over to the blond trying to remedy the situation the best she could with words.

"Rebecca, you're lovely. Though, how do I put this...it's my hope that my daughter marries someone from our order. Not...that it's impossible. And the church actually doesn't have a problem with women together." She wondered why she needed to say it, but Alicia decided the best way to get the point across was to reach her arm across to the backseat, Rebbeca's face inching close as her palm stopped in front of it. It was easy to miss. Her palms looking mostly soft, though the lines and creases that remained still visible. It was faint, though now that she saw it, she couldn't unee it. While faded, on closer inspection, some of the palm lines, weren't actually palm lines at all.

Rebecca being the doctor she was, could recognize scarred tissue when she saw it. Burn marks. And also the faded whiteness that came with long time knife wounds. Not all the scarring from the lines matched the others, ranging from what even suggested acid burns at one point, but...eerie. All of them perfectly straight. No excess damage. Probably too controlled and measured even for a trained person to do with the kind of tools to replicate the pattern. But while the sources of what made the scarred lines were different, they all met parallel to form something like a cross, if not for it having two extra horizontal lines on the top and bottom. Alicia wasn't sure that Rebbeca would recognize the cross of Salem, but it forced the mother to blush for a moment recalling that day, but quickly washed away and her face replaced by concern when she recalled the moment it happened.

"Knights must take their oaths very seriously. I'm not sure how far the consequences go for ignoring the rules, but I didn't want to test them. Not...not...that there aren't ways around them..." Alicia's face went to looking ready to speculate, before forcing herself back into laughter looking at Alice. "But I'll just keep those to myself, so it doesn’t give you any ideas.”

Alice gives a guilty and shy look, her confidence dissipated. "S-Sorry, mom, Rebecca. I just got a little carried away. I thought it was funny, the way that man reacted, but I shouldn't be so bold." She looks between the two women, hoping to stave off a confrontation by becoming the target. "Sorry, it's my fault. It won't happen again." She looks at the floor, as they travel towards the detective's address.

The motherly concern was quite sweet. "You are too quite lovely. But I don't think you need to worry, neither I nor Alice are inexperienced high school sweethearts with unrealistic and hormonal dreams of a life together. I... Marriage is not what I would be looking for with a woman like Alice or yourself, not before I've had time to settle into this new life at the Bureau." Her thoughts turned briefly to James, wondering what kind of things he was getting up to before she shook the thoughts away.

"Might be easier to find love with people who know what you are and share the risks you do." Rebecca studied the lines of Alicia's hand. After all the times she had to shave the fur of animals to inspect the wounds that they had suffered she had learned to recognize the hints that separated accidental and the deliberate. These looked like the latter, and what shook Rebecca were they weren't simple and shallow branding and scarification. With Alicia's background, it wasn't difficult to guess that at least a few of them carried a religious significance. That kind of devotion turned knots of the veterinarian's stomach, unsure of how to feel about them. "I know. Or don't. Your life is not mine. The same goes for Alice."

Alicia's laughter brought some levity back to the situation, and Rebecca smiled back. "Maybe one day."

She turned to Alice, embracing her in a hug. It was kind, carrying nothing more than a genuine warmth. "You're the youngest one here. Your mother and I, we're supposed to lead by example." Rebecca released the woman. "Just keep being you."

 

[unisol_gr44]

"Me?" Ayrlea smiles. "I'm not special, just an average succubus." James is uncertain whether she's being obtuse, or just doesn't think highly of herself. "I have my interest in you, but apart from that, I've little to distinguish me. When I'm not...feeding, I help people with their problems. I run a private detective office in human guise."

'Does the average succubus run a private detective agency?' James chuckled, 'You can't be working and ... "feeding" all the time. What do you do in your free time? Any hobbies?'

 

[asddas193]

He returns the kiss, entranced. "I want these..." His hands move to touch her breasts, hesitantly at first, but soon squeezing firmly enough to send shivers of excitement rolling across her body. His thumbs flick her nipples, as he looks into her eyes. "I never thought that I'd get to be with someone like you."

"Aahn." Letting out a cute moan as he touches her breasts, Melissa's grin widens. "Then play with them. Mmh. Grope them, squeeze them, bury your cock inbetween them." She whispers once more as her nipples harden underneath his thumbs. "Aahn... let yourself loose. All those things the church said you shouldn't do. You can do them to me."

 

[Tjf]

“It’s alright. I probably took it too far too. It’s just poorly advised for someone to try thinking the light won’t notice them going against their oath...at least wait until you’ve properly married and produced a heir.” Alicia in her head noted what a long time this was going to be for her. Though maybe not. Alice was nothing, if not clever with magic. Maybe she’d work out the same loophole Alicia did and...but maybe not. She wasn't going to share it anyway. Though Alicia didn’t really mention that at least 8/10 of the senior members all had the same mark since everyone had to try at least at one point and find out the hard way. They just quietly left to knock on the door of the current address.

Alice goes very quiet when the discussion turns to her producing an heir. "I know, mom."

The motherly concern was quite sweet. "You are too quite lovely. But I don't think you need to worry, neither I nor Alice are inexperienced high school sweethearts with unrealistic and hormonal dreams of a life together. I... Marriage is not what I would be looking for with a woman like Alice or yourself, not before I've had time to settle into this new life at the Bureau." Her thoughts turned briefly to James, wondering what kind of things he was getting up to before she shook the thoughts away.

"Might be easier to find love with people who know what you are and share the risks you do." Rebecca studied the lines of Alicia's hand. After all the times she had to shave the fur of animals to inspect the wounds that they had suffered she had learned to recognize the hints that separated accidental and the deliberate. These looked like the latter, and what shook Rebecca were they weren't simple and shallow branding and scarification. With Alicia's background, it wasn't difficult to guess that at least a few of them carried a religious significance. That kind of devotion turned knots of the veterinarian's stomach, unsure of how to feel about them. "I know. Or don't. Your life is not mine. The same goes for Alice."

Alicia's laughter brought some levity back to the situation, and Rebecca smiled back. "Maybe one day."

She turned to Alice, embracing her in a hug. It was kind, carrying nothing more than a genuine warmth. "You're the youngest one here. Your mother and I, we're supposed to lead by example." Rebecca released the woman. "Just keep being you."

The young woman smiles. "Thanks, Rebecca. For the moment, I'll focus on doing my job as well as I can." The address leads them to an ocean view apartment building, decently modern and tastefully decorated. After knocking on the door, it's opened by a man who's almost the stereotype of a detective, or at least what that stereotype was a few decades ago. Clad in a cheap suit shirt and pants, tie loose around his collar and top few buttons undone, stands a man in his early thirties, quite tall, with an unshaven face and lean build. His eyes widen as he sees who's at his door. "Hello? Can I help you?"
(Are Rebecca and Alicia still in bikinis?)

 

[Thorn_]

Alice goes very quiet when the discussion turns to her producing an heir. "I know, mom."

The young woman smiles. "Thanks, Rebecca. For the moment, I'll focus on doing my job as well as I can." The address leads them to an ocean view apartment building, decently modern and tastefully decorated. After knocking on the door, it's opened by a man who's almost the stereotype of a detective, or at least what that stereotype was a few decades ago. Clad in a cheap suit shirt and pants, tie loose around his collar and top few buttons undone, stands a man in his early thirties, quite tall, with an unshaven face and lean build. His eyes widen as he sees who's at his door. "Hello? Can I help you?"
(Are Rebecca and Alicia still in bikinis?)

“Yes? We’re here, because of one of your work friends.” Alicia wished she had time to change before arriving. A bunch of scantily clad women late at night would suggest...something else to the neighbours. But Alicia just wanted to speed through it. “You picked up something that might be useful for our own work.” She didn’t know how much he knew, so she remained intentionally vague.