Main Lobby/office

Mizuki parks her bike in front of the 'Wolf's Lament', and swings her body off of the bike. With her gift for Alastor in hand, she walks up to the building and at first knocks. "Hello? Irvine, Al? Anyone here?" she called out, knocking once more before grabbing the handle firmly and began to enter. "Hello?" she asked, the door yawning open.

Rufus notices the heavy door move and could hear the voice of a young woman about to enter when he kicks up the tsurugi with his left leg and catches it with his right, thrusting the blade into the door and frame-closing it shut upon the young woman as well as barring her entry into the building. "That was a close one." he thinks, stepping away and glad to high heavens that the large windows beside the double doors were covered over with sheets.

He steps away from the door, and collects himself. "I need to find an alternate route.." he says softly to himself, looking about the room and trying his best to remember his bearings. He first thinks of the book-shelf swivel wall that lead to a nondescript back alley that connected to the pub-useful for an Anti-Tenik Elitist like Grant Lennox who needed to smuggle weapons and equipment from place to place under my former 'watchful eye'. He was about to head to it when he realized his jacket was absolutely appalling. "I can't be seen wearing this blood stained thing, someone will scream bloody murder!" Rufus looks about, and as he tears up the rest of the rooms to look for something to wear, a large old red leather duster appears to be hanging off the back of a door frame. Rufus let out a sigh. "Well, at least when who ever owns this dump get's back, they won't have to worry about cleaning up the kitchen." he says with a slight chuckle. He takes the red leather coat and swings it around him and buckles up to conceal his stained white jacket. He then heads for the hidden exit when the woman outside had his attention again. He decided to instead take the rear exit, which had a wall that separated the nondescript backalley and instead ran along a small canal that lead to the bay. He remembered Grant wanting to convert this rear entrance into a shipping deck for small boats at one point due to it's closeness to the bay. He exits from this door and follows along the length of the canal, turning abruptly left in another alley between the 'Lament' and a pawnshop before poking his head around the corner to see who was trying to enter.

A young woman, about 17 or so (maybe older), who had black hair and striking purple-pink eyes. She wore curious templeless glasses and had grease and soot stains all over her outfit as well as her face. "Hmm...I wonder who she could be...she doesn't seem to be the owner though..." he thinks, stroking his chin as he investigated from the shadows.

Mizuki expelled a small cry of surprise, stepping back from the door. She gave it a few moments then tried the door knob, but it wouldn't give. "Huh?" she exclaimed, trying to shoulder it but it just wouldn't budge. "But...it was just open a moment ago..." she steps back folding her arms over her chest and grunts. She looks about the building's front exterior. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. The old window panes were still dirty and dusty looking, but beyond that the curtain kept her from seeing much else. "Huh...where could Alastor have gone?" she knocks on the door a couple times, but no one was summoned. "Hmm...Well then...as much as I'd hate to do things the old fashioned way..." she pulls out a tracker PDA from her tool box and selects Alastor's beacon. After a couple of minutes, the beacon activated-locating Alastor at far off coordinates. "Wow! He's definitely not at home, he's in the middle of the Black Moth Ocean!" she exclaims, searching the exact location via her mapping device. "Huh...the Silver Craft, huh? Well then..." she packed up and got back onto her bike. "Time to head to the Silver Craft then!" she activated her bike and sped off to the Airport.

"Hmm...so this is Alastor's place..." he rubs his chin, looking upon the building's layout. "Well...He should learn to keep it cleaner and look up the meaning of 'organization'....but to be honest...I'm at least glad that the Guns For Hire is in family hands...or that it didn't become a Pizza joint..." he sighs, chuckling to himself. "Well...I guess you can watch over him for now...alright, Selphie?" he asked the air, smiling inwardly before leaving. If memory served, Revan was at the Silver Craft as well. "Lucky bastard, the place was built using my tax money, and I am permanently vilified from using it. Heh...Oh well then." he sighs again, turning away from the building and started to head for the Central Square.

Upon entering the building, the woman paused looking about at the mess. Broken chairs, blood splatter, a desk broken in half. She could see that the blood was dried yet she wanted to take precautions. She removed her side arm from inside her suit, and did a quick sweep of the rooms of the building just to be sure it was safe. When she was finished with the sweep it was clear the building was empty, and packed with dust. "Look's like no one's set foot in this place for AGES." she spoke, sighing. Feeling the compulsion, she sets down her rifle and side arm and gets to work.

-4 hours later-

Wolf takes a seat at the desk, leaning back with her feet up on the desk which she had effortlessly restored to the point where it was hard to tell the thing had been cut in two. Wolf could smell a cat fight somehow being involved, but it was now being replaced with the scent of food cooking in the kitchen that she had helped herself to making. She had no idea where the kid went, but she was sure he'd turn up sooner or later. She made one of the dishes he seemed to enjoy for no particular reason other than she knew how to make it and she was hungry, though there was plenty enough for more than just herself to enjoy. I'll leave him left overs with a note if he doesn't show up today. Hopefully by the time he gets it, it won't be rotten. As it is this place looks half abandoned, covered in blood. What the hell happened here? She thought to herself. She really didn't think the worse for him, since she knew how he operated and found the idea of him as the subject of a kidnapping or some sort of ransom laughable if it could even truly be conceived. She taught him well, after all.

She got up to grab something to drink and found some of the old candles in the kitchen. Smiling softly, she sets them up. She'll wait and see if he would arrive before she'd light them up, and so slipped back into the lobby/office and took a seat at his desk again. She leaned back in his chair, legs crossed and arms behind her head, thinking of her journey here while she waited for the biscuits to get ready.

Alastor soon makes his way to the lobby. As he enters the seemingly untouched office, he passes through to the kitchen. "Ugh, hungry."

Wolf and Alastor had slid into the room, with the young demon hunter placing the blade on his desk. "Now that that's out of the way.... " Alastor caused Wolf to dip, kissing her neck.

Alastor wrote:Wolf and Alastor had slid into the room, with the young demon hunter placing the blade on his desk. "Now that that's out of the way.... " Alastor caused Wolf to dip, kissing her neck.

Wolf giggled, her arms wrapped around his neck as he dips her, kissing her neck. She raised her right thigh to his waist, bending her knee as well. "Hmhmhm...you know, in hindsight..." she started between giggling fits and heavy breaths. "...I haven't taught you... everything." she then forced herself up, Alastor falling back, but landing in his comfy office chair. Wolf chuckled, sitting up on his lap, her hands upon his shoulders. "...but I'll admit, your a pretty fast learner." she giggled flirtatiously, spreading her hands through his jacket, leaning in and kissing Alastor full on the mouth as she removed his long coat. Her tongue may have tapped against his briefly as she moaned, her thighs bowed over his, the seat creaking slightly, however it should be noted she had fixed his seat too while she was cleaning up.

So close, her barely contained breasts had flattened against his chest again, and the beating of his heart mingled with her own. She was feeling hot, and she felt a particular, mighty need for Alastor, and for him to be inside her, to feel his warm member slide between her flower, over it, under it. A need to be...filled. She was already beginning to sweat thing about it as she continued to kiss him, gyrating her clothed hips against him yet. They would need to remove of these...pesky clothes before any of that however.

"Is that so? Well, teach away, I am your willing student." Alastor replied, holding her tight with his left arm, and his right hand groping her rear. He managed to kick off his boots during this, but one of Wolf's breasts had managed to slip out of her jacket. "Why not test me on this?" He asked, taking to licking and kissing at her areole.

Alastor wrote:"Is that so? Well, teach away, I am your willing student." Alastor replied, holding her tight with his left arm, and his right hand groping her rear. He managed to kick off his boots during this, but one of Wolf's breasts had managed to slip out of her jacket. "Why not test me on this?" He asked, taking to licking and kissing at her areole.

Wolf giggled, her butt grabbed by his human right hand. She giggled, swishing her hips slightly, getting a better hold on him as she replied: "Hmhmhm...class is in session~" she teased back as he then licked her breast's pink areole. "Hahhh..." she gasped, blushing pink, closing her eyes. She gripped his shoulders as he kissed and licked around her perky left nipple, gasping with fluttering lashes and rubbing her pubic area up and down. She used the edge of the chair to remove her boots as well, the leather combat boots clinking while dropping to the floor. The chair creaked with her movement while Alastor continued to kiss and lick one of her sensitive areas, causing her to giggle as well.

He took that as a sign of approval, taking to lightly graze her nipple with his teeth, just light enough to add to her stimulation. Wolf's motions ended up brushing against his member, providing some stimulation. He slowly pulled his face up to hers and whispered in her ear. "Now, this is fun and all, but a chair isn't exactly that romantic, is it? Plus, imagine what we can do with the extra space." Following up with kissing at her neck.

Alastor wrote:He took that as a sign of approval, taking to lightly graze her nipple with his teeth, just light enough to add to her stimulation. Wolf's motions ended up brushing against his member, providing some stimulation. He slowly pulled his face up to hers and whispered in her ear. "Now, this is fun and all, but a chair isn't exactly that romantic, is it? Plus, imagine what we can do with the extra space." Following up with kissing at her neck.

Her eyelids fluttered, her flower behind her fatigues and thong was getting anxious as he continued to seduce her. She listened to him whisper in her ear, and she cooed, nodding in a giggling fit as he kissed at her neck. "Y-yeah..." she huffed, before adding between gasps: "...I, really...*hah* really want to tear your clothes off now, anyway. Show me how you...*hah* have been keeping up with your *hah* strength. Alastor.." she kissed his right ear, wrapping her left hand around his head, her right hand slipping down her chest, behind the waistband of her pants, her thong and she began playing with her clit, giggling. "Take... *heheh* me up, hero." she cooed.

"Gladly." Alastor replied, getting a firm grip on Wolf, and standing up, carrying her up the stairs.

[From here]

Chrysise wrote:

A sleek limousine rolled up to the entrance of the Wolf's lament. The sun glinted off the dark tinted glass windows that even the most astute in magic or technology could see through... save those inside the vehicle. A man in his mid thirties exited the driver's side and walked over to the rear of the vehicle. He wore the uniform of a chauffeur with a bit of added security hanging just under his long coat:



The man's peaked cap shadowed his obscured eyes, the sunglasses he wore reflecting the sexy occupant of the vehicle as he turns to help her out with a white gloved hand. She steps out, one long, slender leg at a time. Her skin is dark, tanned from years in the Island sun. Long violet hair falls behind her back, her ample bosom 'bounces' when she stands at her full height of 5'9. "Thank you Dirk... you may go now, before we draw any further attention." She told the man, who silently nodded and returned to the driver's seat. She closed the door, and watched the vehicle ride off, before she stood before the massive front doors to the building.



She had her knuckles resting on each hip as she stood there, legs slightly spread out, her head looking up at the glinting windows, and her chest falling with a heavy breath, with a very attractive bounce. "Well Wolf, this is the place... lets see if he will be as eager..." The tanned woman smirked, tossing her long violet hair over her right shoulder. She approached the building swiftly, and checked the doors. They appeared locked, but being well, her, she did a little spell to allow herself entry. As she slipped her curvy butt between the narrow crack of the open door frame, she notices a letter on the ground. Picking it up, it read: "To Wolf or Alastor" upon the envelope's face. She smirked, tucking it between her cleavage before closing the door behind her.  

She looked around the unattended lobby with her wide, violet gaze. There were some trophies on the wall, of demon horns and teeth. There were also mounted weaponry and photos, portraits and a picture of a cute kitten in plain view. She giggled at that, awing at it before her left hand's fingertips gently slide across the surface of the worn desk. It looked like there had been some damage, but the slice that had cut it through had been clean enough to simply reattach the surface and frame again. She shrugged, sliding her wide, curvy ass into the equally plush, leather backed chair behind the desk-facing the doors she had entered from. She pointed at the lock with a 'finger gun' and imitated a soft gunshot noise with her mouth, throwing her cocked thumb forwards.

The heavy bolted lock on the doors at the opposite end of the room twisted into place and closed with a click!

Chrysise smirked, and tipped her index finger up to her lips and blew against her purple painted fingernail as if to imitate blowing the smoke bellowing out of a fired gun. She even did a fake gun twirl to her hip, before leaning back against the chair, giggling to herself.

Her bobbing breasts shifted the letter whose sharp edges began to poke painfully against her inner left side, so she pulls the envelop from her cleavage and decides to have a quick look at the contents. Her eyes glow a dim red, as she stares at the unopened, unprotected envelop... through it, and scanned its contents:  

Riley Pearce wrote:A letter left by Riley slipped into the entrance via the mail slot.

It had: "To Wolf or Alastor"

Inside, the contents was a cheap piece of note pad from the Shamrock Inn and scribbled hastily in Riley's handwriting was:

"Alastor, hey man. You must be at that stupid floating Casino yet, huh? Well when you ever see this, contact me. Right now, my phone's still on the fritz, its getting fixed in Danton so by the time I get there I would assume you'd be freaking out the repair girl. Anyway, you need to be careful. I was 'entertaining' a friend last night, and we were spawned into a hellscape of fire! She killed the demon responsible, but they were talking about some sort of 'harvest'. Anyway, get in touch with me when you can.

-RJ"

There was something on the back as well:

"P.S.: It fell from my pocket. My phone. Damn cave in. Oh, and happy late birthday! 19 will be fun, but keep the drinking to a minimum... not that I think you would drink, but yeah its not all that its cracked up to anyway. But the sex, it will be fun! HA HA"

She raised a brow, smirking. Ooo... he's legal, huh? Wolf did say to keep him safe and warm if he agrees... that should be fun. She licked her lips salaciously.



She sets the letter down, her eyes returning to their usual bright violet as she leans back, feet up on the desk with one long, sexy leg curled over the other and her arms folded behind her head. She closed her eyes... and began to remotely view the eyes of her copy, on the other side of the world...

[to see her remotely control one of her clones]

Chrysise wrote:[From here]

Chrysise wrote:

A sleek limousine rolled up to the entrance of the Wolf's lament. The sun glinted off the dark tinted glass windows that even the most astute in magic or technology could see through... save those inside the vehicle. A man in his mid thirties exited the driver's side and walked over to the rear of the vehicle. He wore the uniform of a chauffeur with a bit of added security hanging just under his long coat:



The man's peaked cap shadowed his obscured eyes, the sunglasses he wore reflecting the sexy occupant of the vehicle as he turns to help her out with a white gloved hand. She steps out, one long, slender leg at a time. Her skin is dark, tanned from years in the Island sun. Long violet hair falls behind her back, her ample bosom 'bounces' when she stands at her full height of 5'9. "Thank you Dirk... you may go now, before we draw any further attention." She told the man, who silently nodded and returned to the driver's seat. She closed the door, and watched the vehicle ride off, before she stood before the massive front doors to the building.



She had her knuckles resting on each hip as she stood there, legs slightly spread out, her head looking up at the glinting windows, and her chest falling with a heavy breath, with a very attractive bounce. "Well Wolf, this is the place... lets see if he will be as eager..." The tanned woman smirked, tossing her long violet hair over her right shoulder. She approached the building swiftly, and checked the doors. They appeared locked, but being well, her, she did a little spell to allow herself entry. As she slipped her curvy butt between the narrow crack of the open door frame, she notices a letter on the ground. Picking it up, it read: "To Wolf or Alastor" upon the envelope's face. She smirked, tucking it between her cleavage before closing the door behind her.  

She looked around the unattended lobby with her wide, violet gaze. There were some trophies on the wall, of demon horns and teeth. There were also mounted weaponry and photos, portraits and a picture of a cute kitten in plain view. She giggled at that, awing at it before her left hand's fingertips gently slide across the surface of the worn desk. It looked like there had been some damage, but the slice that had cut it through had been clean enough to simply reattach the surface and frame again. She shrugged, sliding her wide, curvy ass into the equally plush, leather backed chair behind the desk-facing the doors she had entered from. She pointed at the lock with a 'finger gun' and imitated a soft gunshot noise with her mouth, throwing her cocked thumb forwards.

The heavy bolted lock on the doors at the opposite end of the room twisted into place and closed with a click!

Chrysise smirked, and tipped her index finger up to her lips and blew against her purple painted fingernail as if to imitate blowing the smoke bellowing out of a fired gun. She even did a fake gun twirl to her hip, before leaning back against the chair, giggling to herself.

Her bobbing breasts shifted the letter whose sharp edges began to poke painfully against her inner left side, so she pulls the envelop from her cleavage and decides to have a quick look at the contents. Her eyes glow a dim red, as she stares at the unopened, unprotected envelop... through it, and scanned its contents:  

Riley Pearce wrote:A letter left by Riley slipped into the entrance via the mail slot.

It had: "To Wolf or Alastor"

Inside, the contents was a cheap piece of note pad from the Shamrock Inn and scribbled hastily in Riley's handwriting was:

"Alastor, hey man. You must be at that stupid floating Casino yet, huh? Well when you ever see this, contact me. Right now, my phone's still on the fritz, its getting fixed in Danton so by the time I get there I would assume you'd be freaking out the repair girl. Anyway, you need to be careful. I was 'entertaining' a friend last night, and we were spawned into a hellscape of fire! She killed the demon responsible, but they were talking about some sort of 'harvest'. Anyway, get in touch with me when you can.

-RJ"

There was something on the back as well:

"P.S.: It fell from my pocket. My phone. Damn cave in. Oh, and happy late birthday! 19 will be fun, but keep the drinking to a minimum... not that I think you would drink, but yeah its not all that its cracked up to anyway. But the sex, it will be fun! HA HA"

She raised a brow, smirking. Ooo... he's legal, huh? Wolf did say to keep him safe and warm if he agrees... that should be fun. She licked her lips salaciously.



She sets the letter down, her eyes returning to their usual bright violet as she leans back, feet up on the desk with one long, sexy leg curled over the other and her arms folded behind her head. She closed her eyes... and began to remotely view the eyes of her copy, on the other side of the world...

[to see her remotely control one of her clones]

[from here]

Walking down the steps, she yawned, looking tired as hell as she crosses the main foyer to the kitchen to make some coffee... the strong shit that Katsumi makes. She thought she saw something tan and purple as she walked by, but was too tired to care... when the coffee was finished, she returned to the office and stood in front of the desk, staring at the woman seemingly in a trance. She blinked at the newcomer for a moment. "We're not open..." She yawned, before pulling the seat from the woman's butt and took it for herself as she fell. She then stared at the letter, on the table written in Riley's handwriting, and then back to the woman as she sipped her coffee. "....oh Chrysise, when you get here?" She yawned. "I'm sorry, I sent you that message a while ago, and I've changed my mind..." she says, lifting the woman up by her tanned arm, dragging her along the floor boards to the doorway. "Honestly, I don't have the energy to deal with you right now and, well, you know..." she says, with a yawn, throwing the pop-idol to the street. "Your glam's too fucking bright for my eyes right now..." she slams the door closed, pressing her back to the door and tipped back the mug with a look of mild disgust. "Bleh..." She blindly reached back and turned the bolt to lock the door. She liked Chrysis, but at this moment with a thundering headache, she was likely to murder the woman if she opened her mouth.

Walking back to the desk she adjusted the tiny bathrobe to try her best at concealing her jiggly body. She took a seat behind the desk, and looked over to the letter, lifting it and wondered what Riley was up to...she almost forgot he existed at times, since that incident in Izhevesk. She decided against opening the letter for now, and instead resumed her efforts to get energy back into her system with the addition of more of Katsumi's dangerous coffee.

“Oh, hey Wolf, finally out of bed, huh?” He asked with a sly grin on his face, admiring the barely concealed body of his lover, as she was leaning over the desk.

From here

She followed after him a little behind him. "So, whats the story behind the Wolf's-" she paused as she stared over to the rather beautiful blond woman sitting behind the desk, mug in hand... barely concealed body draped in a green bathrobe that showed off her cleavage and the corners of her nipples. She blinked, and noticed the look in Alastor's face as he addressed her as... Wolf. ....The Gods do hate me... She thought, her world feeling dark, and purple as she stood there in the doorway between the kitchen and the lobby. She could tell, the woman was not just a super model in looks, she could see her abs and musculature, and... she looked tired as hell. Maybe... maybe its just his secretary or somethin', yeah! She tried, giving herself a little hope.

Alastor wrote:“Oh, hey Wolf, finally out of bed, huh?” He asked with a sly grin on his face, admiring the barely concealed body of his lover, as she was leaning over the desk.

Wolf turned to the sound of Alastor entering, half expecting Chrysis when she saw it was Alastor instead. "Oh, sorry, I would have unlocked the door if I knew... nice haircut, by the way. You look all the more dashing~" She smirked as he approached. "Still recovering," she says raising the mug. "Even my General friend's wife's coffee isn't recuperating me." She sets the mug down, and hands him a pair of letters. "Oh, yeah, a letter from Riley half crinkled with age, and a dispatch request for a demon hunter to clear out the local mine for monsters." She explained... before turning her green eyes to the nekomimi standing in the doorway to the kitchen to her far left. She was quite an ample woman, muscular and curvy, and she had a look similar to that of a deer in the headlights. "Who's your friend?" she asked, with a sweet, but tired smile.

“Huh, that dumbass again? Well funny enough, we were about to head out and deal with that one. Yeah, this is Kisara, one of Mizu’s regulars, and needs some cash to pay off some custom work, so I figured I’d tag along to test out one of Mizu’s new mods.” He skimmed over the letter while Wolf took another sip of the hellbrew. “Let’s see.... casino..... oh, his phone’s busted.....Hellscape!? Strange hookup..... feh, screw drinking.” He pocketed the letter for later.

Alastor wrote:“Huh, that dumbass again? Well funny enough, we were about to head out and deal with that one. Yeah, this is Kisara, one of Mizu’s regulars, and needs some cash to pay off some custom work, so I figured I’d tag along to test out one of Mizu’s new mods.” He skimmed over the letter while Wolf took another sip of the hellbrew. “Let’s see.... casino..... oh, his phone’s busted.....Hellscape!? Strange hookup..... feh, screw drinking.” He pocketed the letter for later.

"Oh, didn't know you knew Chesluk's nickname in the business, get a load of this, rumor has it he's been chosen for Mayor of Ithteca too." She says with a shrug, before redirecting her attention to Kisara. "Nice to meet ya Kisara, I'm Wolf, Alastor's mentor and currently, energy deprived lover," She says raising the mug and noticed something about the woman... shift when she said 'lover'. "A fellow demon hunter as well, I presume?" She asked with a smile.

Wolf wrote:

Alastor wrote:“Huh, that dumbass again? Well funny enough, we were about to head out and deal with that one. Yeah, this is Kisara, one of Mizu’s regulars, and needs some cash to pay off some custom work, so I figured I’d tag along to test out one of Mizu’s new mods.” He skimmed over the letter while Wolf took another sip of the hellbrew. “Let’s see.... casino..... oh, his phone’s busted.....Hellscape!? Strange hookup..... feh, screw drinking.” He pocketed the letter for later.

"Oh, didn't know you knew Chesluk's nickname in the business, get a load of this, rumor has it he's been chosen for Mayor of Ithteca too." She says with a shrug, before redirecting her attention to Kisara. "Nice to meet ya Kisara, I'm Wolf, Alastor's mentor and currently, energy deprived lover," She says raising the mug and noticed something about the woman... shift when she said 'lover'. "A fellow demon hunter as well, I presume?" She asked with a smile.

Kisara stood there, in silence, her heart struggling to decided if it wanted to jump into her throat or sink into the pit of her stomach. For a moment she didn't even hear Wolf or Alastor... Then the mention of Chesluk resurfacing briefly after she asked her about her profession. "Huh, what was I...? Oh," she shakes her head side to side, her bangs swaying in a silky manner. "oh no, I'm a Bounty Hunter...and actually, now I think of it Chesluk hired me to do a job at one point too now thinking of it... pays well, but yeah." she shrugged, pepping herself back up. So he's relegated to just eye candy, couldn't harm by lookin', buck up and stop looking like someone pissed in your cereal! Besides... as strong and sexy she looks, you could probably get away with a little touch here and there and not get hurt! Yeah, you got this girl! She thought, before smiling. "Yeah, Mizuki is a real piece of work, demands that I pay off 18K before I can fly my ship out of here, after I spent all this time coming out here. Unfortunately, I seemed to have misplaced my wallet along the way, so I need to do this job or else I'm screwed up the ass." She says, walking up to Alastor. "But my new bud here," *slaps left shoulder* "decided to tag along! I just met the guy a little over, what, an hour ago? And he's volunteered to aid me! Hell, its convenient that he's been hired for the job anyway! Like killing two birds with one stone!" She smirked arm around Alastor's shoulder hugging the man in a somewhat chummy manner, though her large breasts squished against his left arm as she did this, involuntarily as she shook him with a closed eye grin!

“Yeah, well considering you managed to make leap over the downed bridge on foot, I doubt I would have been as needed, but hey, why not tag along for some demon slaying?” He turned and pointed to Kisara “Though you should probably invest in a better wallet, one that doesn’t get left in a motorcycle crash. Then again, where would you put it?” Remarking on her.... relative lack of clothing

"...screwed... buddy... two birds... one...stone..." Wolf mumbled, rubbing her chin as she silently observed the pair. She sounded capable for a Bounty Hunter, and jumping the ravine? That took some skill... If Wolf had been in a different predicament, she would say now that cat was clawing up the wrong tree at how close she was hugging Alastor... but at the same time, she could see... Alastor was reacting to Kisara's antics, one way or another. His stamina is really out of this world... I've heard the rumors about the Tenik blood, I mean no wonder why Nora went to snake fuckingly levels of insane! She was a damn bikini model and she ended up being a conniving wench that nearly destroyed Gailden! ...All Maker, will I suffer the same fate?! Then again, the Demon Arm... it was from the King of the Demon Realm... the succubi lusted after him too..! GODS...I'll literally fucking die at this rate! She thought to herself, looking rather... concerned.

"...invest.. put it..." she continued to ramble to herself, cold sweat rolling down her face as she observed the two, and thought of Chrysis who she had kicked out... she was into guys like Alastor, and kinda a sex...freak... She started plotting from that moment, and the fact the woman had bounded over a ravine without so much of a worry... her stamina had to be top notch as well. She wondered how a beast-kin fared with Alastor's... 'cursed lust' for a lack of a better term. Cursed Bloodlines, Cursed Arm, he's practically an incubus... She thought, before gleaning him over. He seems receptive of her too... and she shows promise, and if he kills her accidentally I know how to hide the body... hmm...

Alastor wrote:“Yeah, well considering you managed to make leap over the downed bridge on foot, I doubt I would have been as needed, but hey, why not tag along for some demon slaying?” He turned and pointed to Kisara “Though you should probably invest in a better wallet, one that doesn’t get left in a motorcycle crash. Then again, where would you put it?” Remarking on her.... relative lack of clothing

Kisara blushed at the remark a little, and reached back with her left hand and ran her fingers through her hair. "Well... it was either that or walk back down the mountain chain, through Jemial and then to a random town on the coast and charter a boat or go all the way to Danton for an air flight... but yeah, I'm awesome like that!" She boasted, before slapping her thighs... trying to suppress the pain as they were still sore! "...its... all in the legs~"

Wolf wrote:"...screwed... buddy... two birds... one...stone..." Wolf mumbled, rubbing her chin as she silently observed the pair. She sounded capable for a Bounty Hunter, and jumping the ravine? That took some skill... If Wolf had been in a different predicament, she would say now that cat was clawing up the wrong tree at how close she was hugging Alastor... but at the same time, she could see... Alastor was reacting to Kisara's antics, one way or another. His stamina is really out of this world... I've heard the rumors about the Tenik blood, I mean no wonder why Nora went to snake fuckingly levels of insane! She was a damn bikini model and she ended up being a conniving wench that nearly destroyed Gailden! ...All Maker, will I suffer the same fate?! Then again, the Demon Arm... it was from the King of the Demon Realm... the succubi lusted after him too..! GODS...I'll literally fucking die at this rate! She thought to herself, looking rather... concerned.

"...invest.. put it..." she continued to ramble to herself, cold sweat rolling down her face as she observed the two, and thought of Chrysis who she had kicked out... she was into guys like Alastor, and kinda a sex...freak... She started plotting from that moment, and the fact the woman had bounded over a ravine without so much of a worry... her stamina had to be top notch as well. She wondered how a beast-kin fared with Alastor's... 'cursed lust' for a lack of a better term. Cursed Bloodlines, Cursed Arm, he's practically an incubus... She thought, before gleaning him over. He seems receptive of her too... and she shows promise, and if he kills her accidentally I know how to hide the body... hmm...

She suddenly turned towards Wolf, and raised a brow, before looking back to Alastor. "Is...she okay? She looks pretty worn out..." She says with a concerned tone.

“Heh, well let’s just say we only got three hours of sleep last night.....” he said, scratching the back of his head. “To be honest, I’m a bit concerned, never seen her this out of it.”