Spoiler: Manipulation Roll D100: 56+10 (SIlver Tongue)=66 (Pass) Feeling victorious, the lieutenant doesn't really notice where Mori is leading him. "Yeah, soon I'm gonna be in charge!" He declares. "Maybe once I've pounded Kaneda's daughter into oblivion, I'll let you have sloppy seconds, Mori-ku... What the...?" If they had been travelling in a smaller party, the Kaneda men would probably have been able to pass by unscathed, but the sheer number of thugs the lieutenant brang with him means that they're easily spotted and identified. Soon, the Kaneda men are surrounded on either side by a violent gang of street thugs, two or three times their number. Mori knows the gang in this territory - young thugs fueled by sadism and a desire for entertainment, who aren't afraid of yakuza. A few words are exchanged, before both sides charge, and the street becomes a warzone.
"That's what the egg heads tell me, at least." Scaletta continues to act casual, as his hand slips up her skirt, feeling how wet she is, before his fingers probe against her entrance. "So, what are you thinking - any clues you've identified?"
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 26 (Fail) Keeping away from Palermo Del Roggia, the two women don't spot anything amiss, before they end up in a hotel room together in a town a small way from the coast. "So..." Taia grins. "How will we spend our time?"
Mori continued to entertain the men, hoping none noticed their location. And, as soon as the fighting started. He slips into the alleys, making his way to the Kaneda's base once more.
Gregoire smirks as he finds the trap that suits his tastes, he can feel Anai's amusement. His body starts moving on autopilot - he is disconnected and loses orientation. He moves Emel forward and... He blinks. He blanked out. He sees Emel kneeling her pussy impaled on a pole. Her body arched with pleasure as she moans softly, still bound by the chain. Suddenly the pole in her pussy is covered by ethereal light - it becomes alive, moving, meaty... a tentacle. It slowly forces her to stand, as numerous other tentacles raise from the ground. They coil around her body, her waist, ankles, thigts her neck... those around her breasts start squeezing them, pumping them, soon enough a milk starts puring from them. Two tentacles attach themselves to her nipples and start sucking. Another two penetrate her ass and mouth - now, they raised her into the air. Her pussy, asshole and mouth are pounded mercilessly. Emel arches in as she climaxes with a loud orgasmic scream... then again, and again, and again. Gregoire blinked. His supernatural vision was gone. He was standing in the vault - the magics were busy right now. In front of him knelt Emel, her pussy penetrated by black obydian pole. Her body... she changed into marble statue. The binding her body stayed unchanged... so did the golden chains that served as her clothes, her heels and her mouth veil... Gregoire walked up to her and raised the veil - the expression on her face was that of pure orgasmic delight...
Kelly had bent forward to examine the inscriptions on the wall and at the man's probing of her vaginal entrance her eyes half closed and she let out a shuddered breath. "T-the scarab is a symbol of general Bostar from what I recall. The inscriptions would seem to confirm this as his manse..." a soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers brushed up and down her labia. "The wolf I'm- ugh- I'm unfamiliar with. I'll have to do more research." Michael's fingers boldly pressed into Kelly's pussy and she grunted in pleasure as her walls gripped them. Her head spun at the sensation, and she gripped her knees in her hands to steady herself. "M-mister Scaletta..." she finally protested, "what you're doing is extremely inappropriate! I don't know about you, but where I come from this would be considered sexual assault." Despite her verbal protest, she made no move to physically stop him however. Instead, her body betrayed her and tried to press back against his hand and take his fingers deeper.
Above the Pacific Ocean Sipping on complimentary drinks and leaning back on a plush leather seat, all to himself in the first class section with a curtain to give him privacy if he wishes, Dylan relaxes, enjoying himself. Finally, instead of being treated with disdain and disrespect for his tattoos and demeanor, the staff aboard the aircraft are treating him like a valued customer. In the overhead baggage, he has a few items he hopes will help on his journey, though the necklace was the only truly powerful thing he had. "How have you been enjoying your flight, sir?" A smiling flight attendant approaches with some refills for the complimentary drink.
Several times during the trip Miriam had the feeling someone was following them, but despite her best attempts she could not spot anyone. Maybe I'm just being paranoid due to meeting a real spirit... She decided and tried not to worry about it. When they reached the town Miriam gave Taia sunglasses to hide her black eyes from anyone who might look, then they booked a room in a hotel. Once the two women were alone in their room she made one final check to make sure no one was spying on them, then locked the door to their room from the inside, just in case, and turned her attention to Taia. “Well, let's start with a bit of talking. I need to know what you can and cannot do, now that you have Mel's body. We'll go from there.”
"Hey, look at this." Sonya points to an open sarcophagus. Inside, there's writing engraved. Those who seek the city, must walk the path of humility. The contact translates. "In ancient Egypt, the greatest act of humility was to walk naked, to show that you weren't attached to mortal comforts like clothes." He explains.
Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100: 53 (Minor Success) As the two sides begin to clash, Mori makes use of his lack of toughness, not seeming like an important enough target to fight, and slips into an alley. As he thinks he's home free, though, a voice cries out from behind him. "Where 'ya goin', fatso?" Turning, he sees a musculsr foreign woman approaching, fists clenched. "You're gonna miss out on the fun!" She approaches, cracking her neck.
Looking down, Gregoire can't help but grin as he sees what's inside Emel's cunt: The ankh, glimmering with arcane energy. He touches it, and suddenly Beatrice is back in the present, covered in sweat.
"How interesting. Well, we'll have to let you stay a while, to figure it out, won't we?" Michael smirks. "Firstly, call me Mikey, all my friends do. Mr Scaletta makes me feel old." He finds her clit, stimulating her with effortlessly skilled hands. "Secondly, when I assault people, they don't generally enjoy it as much as you are." He gives her clit a quick squeeze. "And you offered to do anything to help morale, remember?"
"Very well." Taia sits on the bed. "Ask me what you want. So far, I can do more or less what your boss' body allows me to do. I had great power as a mortal, but it will likely take time for me to regain my abilities. I might be able to teach you something, though - If you have the innate talent."
Accepting his offer, she shook it and nodded. "I'm sure this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
Natasha just stare terrified at the sarcophagus. That it just can't happening! "What!? No fucking way, you made it up Samva! You fucking pervert!" She go with rise hand ready to beat him up do death, but Sonya stoped her. Samva hide himself behind Fatima. "Wow, wow, wow comander calm down, calm down. I know how it sounds but I think he can have a point. Look at these hieroglyphics, there is men and female clothes and on the secend the are both naked and gate open before them. I think we should at least try that out. I know you can do it. " She said in more pervasive tone. Natasha look at Sonya, finding only logical face. She know that medic is probably right and they are running out of options, but this solution... " No, no, no, no!!! It can't be happening! This is just wrong! " She said terrified, more girlish than before, until Sonya look into her eyes. "Soldier it is for sake of mission! Get naked soldier!" Medic said in more authority tone. Natasha shut up, lowering hands. Mission. That is right, this is for mission success and nothing will stop her from making it done. She take a deep breath, made few circles around herself and nod. " O-Okey I understand... I will do it..." She said as she slowly started untied her boots, slipping it was easy and then she removed her socks. "It is okey, not big deal..." She said to hersellf as she unwrapped her belt and slim down her trousers on the floor. "I'm able to do it, I'm fine..." Natasha said as she removed her shirt and let it fall to floor, standing only in her sportish underwear, covering herself with her hands. Sonya rise eyebrown. "You are not finish yet madame." She said and Natasha know very well what that mean. She fight with herself as she grab her bra to take it off. "It is like at doctor, it is like at doctor's office." She said to hersellf and remove her bra letting if fall on the piele of clothes, as she cover her breast. "Last step, last step, last step..." Comando repeat to hersellf as her fingers catch edge of her panties and slowly, very slowly remove them too. Finally it is. She standing here, naked, covering her private parts, in ancient tomb to find lost city.
"Just friendship?" He smirks. "You're breaking my heart..." Vladimir stands. "Meet me at the airport tomorrow, at this runway." He slips her a piece of paper. "I'll have the piece ready for you."
"You never know where things may lead." Giving a bit of a knowing smile in return, she leaned in to reach for the paper, revealing more of her cleavage than necessary in one slow motion, before taking it. "I hope so. I'll be thinking of you."
Natasha feels everyone's eyes on her, before finally she gathers the courage to step into the sarcophagus. The door closes on her, and she's surrounded by darkness, finally no longer being watched. ----------------------------------------------------------- Alexandria, Egypt The sarcophagus opens, and Natasha is momentarily blinded by the light of day. She feels wood beneath her legs, and a rocking motion, and realises she's on a moving vehicle. Opening her eyes, she sees that she's somewhere else entirely, in another time. As her chariot enters the city, Natasha feels the eyes of the townsfolk on her naked body, staring at her with interest, and she goes red with embarrassment. "Enough, girl!" A voice hisses from behind her, and Natasha sees an Egyptian beauty. "We're here to serve our queen, Anai, so enough of your childish nervousness!" She chides. "We must show our humility in front of Pharaoh Ptolemy, so that he will allow us passage to the lost city. Understood?"
