The Ronin & The Serpent – Part Twelve.

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The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Twelve

Snake Eyes

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CharlotteCarrendar
xZephyrZ
IceTe3a

xZephyrZ: His gaze met the Ronin’s (Seiyuu) “And just what would you know about my past? Of honour? You are Ronin.. you have lost nothing here, you were not robbed of the chance to get back what you had lost, I can only return to an empty castle, full of men who hate me and subjects who scorn me. You seek to kill me because I raise a hand to a member of your family, would you bar others from protecting theirs so long as yours was safe? I am no longer even able to protect my family because your sister took their lives in cold blood, without so much as a grudge. I attempt only to understand all of this the best I can and you would rob me of this too? Is there anything else you or your family wish to take from me Ronin? My soul perhaps? You say I have insulted you…. You are wrong. I cannot readily accept your word when I have been robbed of everything that meant something to me.” The Young Dragon was calmer now, he paused “Come then, kill me, it’s only fitting you should take my life too, a family of thieves and murderers.” Of course he would hardly sit idly by whilst his life was taken, the Ronin was an ignorant fool, he knew only of his own suffering and his own desires. The Young Dragon would fight the Serpent if it killed him.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Serpent stood silently while the Son of the Dragon and the Ronin exchanged heated words, riddled with pain and emotion. Each spoke of honour, of being robbed of family. What the Son of the Dragon failed to see or even understand, that they were all more alike than they were different. She stretched her hand out towards one of the guards, and said simply. “Your sword…give it to me.” The guard paused, then brought out his sword and turned the handled end over towards the Serpent, and she wrapped her fingers around it. A sharp nod, and then she padded silently past her brother and then tossed the sword; handle forward towards the Son of the Dragon. “Here, boy. You are now given the chance…and freely I might add, to make redemption for those I killed. But know this. You can kill me, but it won’t bring them back.” A sideways glance, she said in a hushed tone to her brother. “If you ever felt any love for me, you will honour me this one fight, and let the boy have his moment.” If the boy caught the sword, the Serpent would go into a defensive stance. “I am unarmed, but I still plan on fighting you to the death.” A short bow, and then she regained her position. Feet shoulder width apart, left shoulder slightly forward – right elbow pulled back, her fingers curled into a fist. Left hand raised with the palm exposed, fingers pointing to the sky. She then gestured with a finger for him to come at her. :: Kekeyama leaned back on one hand, taking the flask of wine and bringing the nozzle to her lips, taking a good sip of the wine. Its taste was simply divine. Was this what he played his females with? Another sip taken and she set the flask down and mused. “Oh this is good, brother. Wherever did you get it?” <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin shook his head at the young dragon who spoke of loss, such rage filled the young boy blinding him from the truth. He was set on taking his sister in a duel as they continued to argue amongst themselves “ You have no idea of the meaning of pain and loss small boy” he offered more insult to the already insulted young man as he watched his sister come strolling past, throwing a sword at the boys feet. His sister going against his own wishes, his hues glance into hers as she demanded he not interfere if he ever had any love for her, he could not believe she would use that on him; She knew he had devoted his entire life to finding her, did that not show his love for his sister? He was hurt but he tried not to let it show as he turned to the young dragon giving him a deathly look before walking away from the two. Glancing over at Tsunayoshi he sighed as he shook his head, the mentality of kids these days was beyond him, such disrespect and lack of control of emotions taking a seat at the outside table and chairs he did not bother to watch the two have at it. Either way it was to the death, stupid girl she should not have said that; he will have to step in just in time once the other is about to lose. After a few minutes a old man hobbles out of the shadows, carrying three black swords bowing with respect he laid them on the table “MY best work yet, I had these saved for a special warrior; I choose this warrior to be you” before bowing again as he left the same way he came. The craftsmanship was impeccable each blade perfectly built lightweight but strong with a dragon symbol running down each blade to the tip. What an interesting choice of design he thought to himself as he admired his new weaponry, placing them in the usual locations where he kept his blades he was slightly happier now. : Kayne could hear his dear Keke guzzling away at the wine behind him, he smiled lightly as he knew she was enjoying herself, she had enquired to where he obtained such a lovely drop which made him chuckle “From the hands of a dead priest, of all things my dearest” he lays down inbetween her legs as the back of his head lays resting on her soft stomach, her legs on either side of him keeping him warm,a soft and subtle smile creaks across his face, one corner of his lips raised up only as a card appeared out of nowhere in a puff of smoke, it was spinning endlessly on the tip of his index finger with no signs of stopping it was a simple playing card, a black ace of spades the card to trump all cards he did not simply play with his tarot cards as they meant a lot to him. “The cards do not show me anything of this night, My mind must be elsewhere” he blamed himself for not being able to read the cards tonight, it was true his emotions were tied to his powers the more angry he got the more powerful his powers were. If his mind was elsewhere his powers for reading the future and cards were all but lost to him until his mind was back with him. “ I do wonder just what we shall do once we arrive.” As his right hand runs up and down the soft skin of her legs.

xZephyrZ: The Ronin replied, but he was not listening. The Serpent had come outside, uttered something to her brother and lofted a Katana toward him, the sword fell at his feet. The Serpent spoke (Ayame)” I am unarmed, but I still plan on fighting you to the death.” The Dragonling replied (Seiyuu) “I will not spill any more blood..” he muttered before stepping over the sword. The Serpent took a stance he was not familiar with and gestured toward him as if to say “come”. It would be reckless to charge in without any information about the Serpent’s combat capabilities, but he had challenged her. Sliding the sword away from him the Young Dragon took his own stance, feet shoulder width apart, the left forward and turned in forty-five degrees, the other pointing directly toward the Serpent. He raised his hands in front of him, exhaling as he did so, his left leading palm facing down, his right back facing upward, this represented balance, ying and yang. With this he launched of his back foot approaching the Serpent with the usual blinding speed. He aimed to grasp the Serpent’s left hand with his leading arm and pull her off balance whilst stepping around her to the right to avoid retaliation from her free hand, if he was successful a quick strike to her face with his right would follow.

CharlotteCarrendar: – So, the boy would forgo the use of the tossed sword, that clattered to the tiled floor at his feet. Perhaps he had some true fighting spirit after all. The Serpent smiled to see this bravado, as he stepped over the sword; saying he would not spill any more blood. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t. She had beckoned him with her left hand, and he came at her going to strike at her by use of his blinding speed, and she hopped in place keeping her body flight true. His leading arm which would say is the right went to grasp her outstretched left arm – but as he did this and seized her left arm, she stepped into the hold closing the distance between them. The Young dragon goes on a right step to avoid the strike of her free hand but her power is in her right foot planted, her left leg, to kick out towards his exposed lower torso./rib cage. If this landed and she dropped her foot back down, she prepared to be guarded for the next hit. She was not about to run, or give up against him. :: Placing down the flagon of wine, Kekeyama chuckled. “A dead priest? Oh, please I don’t like the idea of some crusty old man having had his lips upon the neck of this flagon.” She shuddered at the thought. Watching her brother play with his cards, and hearing that there would be no readings tonight, for his thoughts were elsewhere. Troubled perhaps? And if so, by what? Kekeyama toyed with the many thoughts of what had transpired at the Warlord’s palace and the aftermath, along with the scar he now bore all due to the Serpent. “When we arrive at the Dragon’s lands, we find out just how big their Empire is, and who is to be the likely victor in this war over a dead Dragon and child bride?” <3>

xZephyrZ: As he grasped the Serpent’s leading arm she had done something unexpected, she moved in further planting her right foot down, avoiding the trajectory of his strike to her face and launching her own kick toward his now open rib cage. If it impacted he would be severely winded and it would be sure to at least crack his bones. Her mistake had been letting him grip her to begin with, he loosened his left hand ever so slightly to slide it up toward her shoulder, giving him better leverage. He then redirected his quick strike downward, opening his palm, aiming to deflect her kick with his palm by striking just above her knee and forcing her downward, which would remove the momentum from her blow. If he was successful here he would use the leverage he had gained over her shoulder to throw her away from him directly backward, if not he would brace as best he could for the impact in order to mitigate the damage he would receive from her kick.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Keeping her close and personal appeared to be his game for now, though his hand moved from her arm up to her shoulder as she was going for the left leg strike. As her left shoulder was facing closer it meant that when he went to redirect a flat palm strike to her left knee to stop the onward kick out to his right side. This acted to counter balance her, from throwing her left side back back, and she powered the right side of her body forward as her left leg was dropped back . He had an opening on his left side and with her right foot planted still forward the power was in her right side. She had her closed right fist all but waiting to deliver the first serious blow. Coming up with force in a rounded arc swing due to the turn in her body, she aimed to smash into his left jaw line to at least rattle his brain around and possibly knock his jaw out of alignment. That would really hurt. <3>

xZephyrZ: He’d been unable to foresee such on obvious consequence of his block, throwing the left side of her body back only gave her more power to redirect toward him, the best he could do was haphazardly raise his left elbow in an attempt to block as the punch sailed in – it glanced off his forearm and caught him in the side of the head, it had lost some power but it would still be enough to rattle him, instinctively he launched back with his right foot, which was leading and switched in to Cat stance, his back foot would be angled at ninety degrees point out toward his left and all his weight would be on it, his right leg would be forward and bent at the knee, with his foot angled at forty-five degrees and his toes pointed at the ground. This would allow him to leap back or forward at a moment’s notice or launch a front kick in to the Serpent if he held his ground. However, he was feeling the full impact of the blow from the Serpent, his vision was blurred and his ears rung, he needed to buy a little time to get his head right.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Vixen was not about to rest on her laurels during this heated fight, with her blood starting to rise beneath her skin, she snarled from the strike that hit her left knee back and down – a red welt forming. The right handed punch was diverted by the bringing up of his elbow in a sad attempt to block the intended blow, but it only redirected it from the point of impact to the left side of his head. She drew back her arm instinctively, her eyes now darkening as this was angering the Serpent. So he would switch to a cat like stance. The Viper was no longer going to resort to clean fighting tactics, but decided to play dirty. What does a cobra do when threatened? This was what the Son of the Dragon was about to find out. Amassing a fair amount of saliva in her mouth, she was close enough to spit in his face, directed for his eyes, that were already suffering from the head strike. The point of this was to distract him, as she would reach for both his ears. If she gained a hold, she would use them to bring his head down as she raised up her right knee, to land a skull cracking crunch, surely to knock him out. <3>

xZephyrZ: He had anticipated a move forward, some kind of attack, a punch, a kick, an elbow, but instead she showed her true colours. The Serpent was still very much alive, the girl spitting at him, intending to blind him, but he was not so shaken, stepping to his right on to his front foot he returned to Dragon Stance, the spit whizzing past his head. The Ronin was wrong, this girl was not Ayame his sister, she was still very much the cold-blooded assassin that had butchered his father and brother on a whim. Anger welled up in him, she would pay. His hands in their original stance the Serpent reached for the sides of his head in an attempt to grab his ears, this was a mistake. The Young Dragon would wait until she was close enough then throw his hands outward, aiming to strike her on her inner arm directly on her elbow joint with the outer edge of his palms. This would leave the Serpent open to a kick from his right leg aimed at the side of her knee if successful. Alternatively he would leap backward in an attempt to avoid her dirty trick and her lunge for his head.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The spitting viper missed to get his face –the intended mark. Perhaps his brains were not as rattled as first thought. The Serpent let out a scream of rage directed at the Son of the Dragon. With her arms reaching out to gain hold on his ears, the Son of the Dragon smacked his palms hard to her elbows, so that this would deflect her attack, but also open up a window of opportunity, for a kick to be aimed at the left side of her knee. Already struck earlier, she screeched as the strike landed true and sent her back, clattering to the floor. Her hair tossed forward and obscuring her face from view. But then there was a dark and sinister laughter that erupted from her and made the whole room almost seem to have a terrible chill to it, as she snatched up the sword that the Son of the Dragon had rejected. Snaking her fingers around the handle, she scurried to her feet, and tossed her head back, so he could see the crazed look of the Serpent’s face. One that even her brother had never seen before. She hissed with her tongue exposed, and then leapt off on the power of her right foot, the katana gripped tightly with both hands as she swung it to decapitate the Son of the Dragon. “DEATH COMES NOW!” She screamed. <3>

 

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The Ronin & The Serpent – Part Eleven.

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The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Eleven

Redemption

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar
xZephyrZ

IceTe3a: Ronin’s muscles tensed as Ayame told the young dragon exactly who she was and what she did, thank god Tyunayoshi intervened on her. Spinning quickly he glares at his sister giving her a deadly look as he points the chair they were sitting at earlier “Go sit” he growled softly, cheeky shit she was as he spun on his heels to face the young dragon once more, “No you are not interrupting anything, as for the serpent she was not the reason for your families death, The warlord is at the point of the blame for this. As for the serpent, she is dead you never have to worry about her again the female that you see before me is my sister Ayame, she was once known as the Serpent but she was stolen from my family at a young age, she knew not what she had done as she has changed her ways once finding out the truth of it all, she is as much of a victim as you or I am. If you have issue with this you have issue with me, speak now or hold your tongue.” he smiled lightly as he took note of the young dragon, “I believe you have a war to run Young Dragon, shall we get to the point of this?” he said in a blunt tone. Ronin pointed to the table where Ayame was now sitting inviting the dragon over to sit with them as Ronin casually strolled over to sit with his sister. Ronin writes down some specs on a parchment it was the designs and specs of the three swords he wanted made as he calls a guard over “Please take this to the village blacksmith, I will pay him on collection. Thank you” he watched as the guard took the note and bowed before walking off to do his task. Kayne smiled as he watched Keke walk over to her mare stating she had no want to walk the entire walk, he had to agree, walking over to her he smirked, the fact she had rejected him earlier still in the back of his mind, it’s time to remind her who he is as his bottom lip still fresh with his blood as he came to a stand in front of her as his hand rested on her shoulder for but a moment, slowly gliding down her back his digits trailed against her skin, he picked up her right leg with his righ arm wrapping it around the side of his waist he bent her over holding her up with his left hand on her back, rubbing his bottom lip across her lips he gave her a passionate and powerful kiss, holding it against her lush lips for a moment, his right hand rubbing the skin on her right leg that was wrapped around his waist, his hand trailed up to her thigh before he pulled her back up and letting her go. Turning on the heel of his foot he didn’t bother to look at her face or anything he just hoped she wouldn’t reject him next time after this display of exactly what he was as he walked over to his Stallion, giving it a light pat he smiled as he straddled the saddle on the beast, coming next to Keke’s horse he glanced over at her. “My love, where shall we venture to on such a glorious night?” he smiled, the blood still fresh on his bottom lip, baring his teeth at her he bit the air in front of her playfully as he smirked.

xZephyrZ: Both Tsunayoshi and the Ronin approached the Young Dragon after he spoke, the young female in a world all her own for the moment. However, just as he had dismissed her the porcelain maiden made her move. Past the Ronin and Tsunayoshi she approached (Young Girl) “I can give you the information you seek on this…assassin.” She said, as if to throw a needle aimed directly for his heart, who exactly was this woman anyway? Before he could reply Tsunayoshi interrupted (Tsunayoshi) “Ayame…sit down.” It was all a little confusing, just what was the relationship between these three? What had transpired between them? Once again before he could fully process what was happening more was unfolding before him, it was almost perplexing, of course until those words left the young girl’s mouth (Ayame) “The one you seek, is me. I am the Serpent. I killed your father on the orders of the Warlord.” All time and space halted for but a second, a second that lasted a thousand years. How could this have happened? The Ronin had sought to kill this young girl, but now she was by his side. She admitted plainly it was her doing.. For what reason? Did she wish to repent? That would be unfathomable.. Assassins were one of a kind, cold blooded killers.. Did it have something to do with the Ronin… or perhaps Tsunayoshi? His soul screamed “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!!!!!” But losing his cool here would mean his end, it was at least him against The Serpent assuming the Ronin or Tsunayoshi did not get involved and he had nothing but his bare hands, it would be perfect but now was not the time. The Ronin shattered the singularity, (Ronin) “No you are not interrupting anything, as for the serpent she was not the reason for your families death, The warlord is at the point of the blame for this. As for the serpent, she is dead you never have to worry about her again the female that you see before me is my sister Ayame, she was once known as the Serpent but she was stolen from my family at a young age, she knew not what she had done as she has changed her ways once finding out the truth of it all, she is as much of a victim as you or I am. If you have issue with this you have issue with me, speak now or hold your tongue.” How was this even possible? Any explanation was better than none, but this was a little farfetched.. (Seiyuu) “You are.. She is your…. Working for.. The Warlord…” He managed to pull himself together, just barely. Clearing his throat he continued (Seiyuu) “I apologise, it is a little difficult to comprehend, if that is the case I have but one question. Why? Why did you side with the Warlord, what was your motivation?” Did it even matter? She didn’t deserve to live, she had murdered his father and brother in cold blood… but he even deserve to seek revenge..? It had only just struck him, how could he claim to be a burning avenger when he himself had abandoned his family and never returned. He would not attempt to kill her, not yet anyway, if at all, this moment was certainly not opportune. The Ronin had directed him toward the table (Ronin) “I believe you have a war to run Young Dragon, shall we get to the point of this?” Though, Young Dragon did not move, staring into the eyes of the cold blooded snake he would wait for a reply.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Both the Ronin and the old Warrior Tyunayoshi displayed anger and annoyance at Ayame’s bold announcement that she was in fact the very one that the Son of the Dragon was searching for. She could see no reason now for a reason to lie, and in fact by the look on the Young Dragon’s face he was in a state of shock and confusion as to why the hand of the Warlord was standing alongside those that should by rights be her enemies. The Ronin claimed the Serpent that lay beneath her delicate veneer was dead, but was it really? How can you kill something that has manifested into reality from a person’s damaged soul? Only on word of her brother did she return to the table, resuming her place with her hands upon her lap and staring out into the garden below the balcony. It appeared that the men only wished to deal with the current matter of the state of rising tensions between the Warlord and the Dragon Empire. It was no place for a woman obviously. She kept her silence now – her head remained still. The old warrior Tyunayoshi shook his head, and folded his arms with the boa staff in the crook of his arm. “Son, I am myself having to deal with this dilemma before us. But we must look at the facts. The Warlord is not going to stop until he has his revenge. He wants not just to control the lands of the Rikken, but yours as well.” This was true, so now was the time to plan and prepare. :; Kekeyama was taken by surprise by her brother’s boldness. He displayed the wants of a man that had been without a woman in sometime, but also to teach his sister a lesson – to remind him of who he was, when it came to a rejection. Picking her up in a manner that brought her in close, he kissed her with a fierceness that would leave her breathless. Blood stains upon her supple lips as he pulled away and let her go. She gasped and had to regain her footing as she clutched the side of the horse. Oh, he was good, but she was better. Mounting her horse swiftly, Kekeyama replied to her brother’s query of where they would be heading. “North of course. Till the setting of the sun, and then…we rest and play.” That said, she kicked her horse’s flank and started to gallop down the road. <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin’s eyes followed the young dragons stare as he noticed the dragon was staring at his sister, coming to a short walk he blocked the young dragon’s view of his sister as he towered over the young male. “Forget and forgive, you know who your true enemies are; Are you so ready to throw away potential allies over a honest mistake?” he demanded in a powerful and low tone, as he extended an arm to the table “Now either join us in our talks on our next steps, or leave. But know this, any insult or attack upon my sister will condemn your life forfeited. “He said in a loud voice so everyone could hear, glancing over to the old war horse, he had a look that told a simple emotion he was over this already. Turning on his heel he left the two to deal with it as he went to sit with his sister, as he came to her he glanced down with a smile as he sat down near her “Do not think you have no place in a man’s world, there is no such thing as a man’s world you are as equal to us as anyone else my dear sister, I only asked you to remove yourself so he may calm his mind and open to have explanation guide his thoughts” leaning over he wrapped his arms around his sister giving her a firm hug “My dear Ayame it has been too long.. I am truly grateful for your return”

IceTe3a: As he let her go he came to look over to the old warhorse and the young dragon “What is your opinion dear sister?” he smiled lightly Kayne watched as his sister was left breathless, a slight smirk left on his face as he arched a brow to what she had stated. Making sure they had everything they needed, a single thick rug for them to share and lay upon, when they needed sleep, food and water to last them a few days all were attached to the sides of his horse as he watched Keke’s horse come to a run leaving him behind Keke galloped ahead, he shook his head with a jolly chuckle “HYAA!” kicking the horse told the beast its master wanted it to gallop ahead, the muscles of the beast went to work as he caught up with keke, falling in behind he watched her body move with the horse as he arched a brow and licked his teeth. “My oh My” he said at the view he saw before him, they travelled the plains for awhile as he glanced around, it has been quite awhile since they stopped to rest, the horses would be feeling it after awhile.

xZephyrZ: They all just dismissed him, it wasn’t a big deal, the Ronin glared down at him momentarily suggesting he should simply forget about it all. This ludicrous suggestion may not have been such a bad one at the time, of course the Ronin would be biased but this situation was certainly not a favourable one. Never could he have expected reality to warp and twist as if it would change nothing and yet here he was. (Seiyuu) “I… I will join you. You are right, it is better to have allies at a time like this” The Young Dragon for the first time in years was broken, scattered, falling apart piece by piece, it would be impossible for him to act naturally in this situation, but he would do his best. Disregarding the threat made by the Ronin the Dragonling approached the table and sat, looking at nothing in particular, ears only half open, he was visibly shaken. Over and over he had run through the many, varied punishments the assassin would face, over and over he spoke of righteousness and revenge, but it all meant nought now, he had simply crumbled like stone under siege, an army without command. His willpower had been that of a child deprived of their prized toy, his resolve but a smattering of emotion. Almost soullessly he question the Ronin and the old warrior (Seiyuu) “What will you do, now that war has come…”

CharlotteCarrendar: – When a door closes somewhere a window opens. That very moment that the young Dragon felt that everything he had been searching for, chasing had been literally curb stomped as the three before him had more or less dismissed him like he was nothing but a mere boy at the table of men. Why even Ronin was paying more attention to the cold looking creature that was his sister. But out from behind a column, a fair girl that had the grace of a high birth came out. It was the intended Child bride of the Dragon, the one that had been at the centre of all this controversy, the very reason for this war now. She too had lost out in the actions of the Warlord, but still a very important piece of the puzzle. She already had ill feelings for the old Warrior, that took her from the Warlord’s land, but she could not deny the emptiness in her heart for seeing the death and destruction that the warlord had caused. Ignoring the Ronin and his Serpent sister, she approached the young dragon, and bowed politely. “Forgive me, but I have been listening to all that has been said here in my dead father’s house.” She went for a chair near the young dragon and reached for his hand. “I know how you feel.” She said, caressing his hand with her own. “But these people wish to fight for you, not against. The true enemy is the Warlord. Only unified, do stand any chance of defeating him.” News by way of whispers had reached her that the son of the Warlord was dead. She did not even look at the Serpent, for she found fostering hatred only kills a kind heart. “Listen to them…they know what to do.” During this Ayame let her brother hold her and responded to the hug, but the events taking place before her made her revaluate everything. <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin watches as the young dragon sits at the table, his sister returning the affection as she wrapped her arms around him, he smiles gently as he leaned his head against her shoulder with a slight sigh, his eyes glance over to the child bride who finally showed up from hiding in the shadows, only to ignore his sister and himself, but in the end did a flip to say the young dragon should hear out his words. “You need to gain your title back young dragon, mass your army and prepare them for war against the warlord. He surely is doing the same and he has a head start.” He glanced over to the child bride “Hello little miss, Glad to see you are adapting to your situation.” He said in a blunt tone, making sure she knew fairly well how he felt about her betrayal towards her own family, friends and townsfolk. He glances over to his sister and Tyunayoshi “Any advice from either of you, Sister speak your mind. Your information is invaluable the young dragon would be foolish to not accept this fact” as he glanced back to the young dragon his head still resting on his sisters shoulder. : Kayne was following Keke closely, it was dark by now but not that dark as he thought now would be a good time to set up camp for the night “Woooah” he said pulling his horse to a stand “We’ll set up camp here for the night” he stated as he jumped down off the horse, grabbing the supplies and single bedding he placed them on the floor, pulling out a bunch of logs and kindling he started a fire as it crackled and roared in the wind lighting up the dark. Coming to a stand he spread out the single thick blanket, just enough for one person, or two if they laid on top of him. He came to stand as he held a bottle of wine in his hand from his sack “Keke, would you like a drink of wine? I’m afraid I have nothing better to offer” he said as he stood just in front of the now set bedding, his hues glance over to the fire making sure it stayed lit and stoked occasionally if needed.

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xZephyrZ: Each had now taken their place around the table though the Young Dragon’s mind was in flux, rebounding between reality and the madness that consumed his mind. He hadn’t been paying much attention to the old warrior, the Ronin or the Serpent, though he would be dragged back in to consciousness. (Child Bride) “I know how you feel” the Young Dragon snapped his gaze violently to meet the source of the words, it was a small girl, no older than fourteen or fifteen, another piece to the puzzle? “But these people wish to fight for you, not against. The true enemy is the Warlord. Only unified, do stand any chance of defeating him. Listen to them…they know what to do.” She continued. Just what in the name of the Empire had happened here, the Young Dragon felt as though he had been dropped in to a labyrinth without so much as words of luck. That was it, he couldn’t sit in place anymore (Seiyuu) “Just what in the name of the Empire happened here?! You will all EXPLAIN IMMEDIATELY!” he roared, raising himself up and taking a quick step away from them all “DO YOU HONESTLY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE ALL OF THIS?! AND JUST WHAT AM I TO THINK OF THIS YOUNG GIRL GIVING ME ADVICE!! YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL? I SHOULD LISTEN TO THEM? A KILLER, HER DERANGED BROTHER AND AN OLD MAN WHO WATCHES THE LAND FALL TO CHAOS AND PROTECTS THE ONE’S RESPONSIBLE?! THIS IS MADNESS!!!!!” with it all out in the open the Young Dragon relaxed a little, his breathing still heavy. Just how was he to handle all this? There were so many pieces missing, he had to know how he should treat the Serpent, the Ronin, Tsunayoshi, this small girl and even himself. The only way he knew was through the sword, it was said a man could understand everything about his opponent through the exchange of blades. The Young Dragon didn’t want words, empty explanations and bias he needed to understand before he could go any further. If the Serpent truly was reborn ‘Ayame’ sister of the Ronin he would have no choice but to work with them, for if even she could change he could not allow himself to remain broken, he must change and grow too. (Seiyuu) “Serpe-…. Ayame… I want to fight you, as a way to make amends for the sins you have committed.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – The child bride put her hand up to her mouth in shock as the young dragon exploded in a fiery tirade that had him spitting his own bile filled saliva at the small group before him. He not only insulted the house, the child bride, but he let Ronin and the Old warrior have it. Perhaps it was the building of all that had happened, now coming to a head to be given advice from a child. The child bride got up from her chair and tore from the room in tears, leaving the old Warrior and the Ronin to deal with this, however the young dragon wanted satisfaction. He wanted justice and that would only come if he fought the Serpent. Slowly Ayame turned to look at her brother. “You cannot deny him this request, nor can I.” She said, rising slowly from where she sat. Casually walking to the centre of the room inside, a grand room and with guards around. “Give him a sword…two if you wish.” The Serpent said to the nearest guard, before she took her place on the other side of the room. Head raised she waited for the young Dragon to come and fight her. In her mind, she had nothing to lose. :: Kekeyama pulled up her horse as her brother had found a place whereby they may make camp. It was a shaded area, with soft grassy nells, perfect for sleeping on. Only problem was there was only one sleeping rug. Whether that was done on purse or not, she did not know. Tying up her horse, she wandered over to where her brother was offering her a drink of wine. It was all they had. Kekyama lay upon the rug at his feet, and stretched out, before reaching out for a drink of wine. “Only if you’ll drink with me.” <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin watched the young boy snap as the dragon raged on and on, forcing the young bride to run off crying, “He is but a boy, he knows nothing and is of no use Tsunayoshi we should send him on his way” as he came to a stand he heard the young dragon demand justice a formal dual against his very own sister. He stood there in anger as he growled a low tone “I warned you of this, Foolish young boy you allow your emotions to take control over you. Your unconditioned ways throw insult to your family and any man who calls himself a swordsman. You dare stand here judging my sister and those around me when you yourself were banished from your families sight.” His sister glances at him demanding he stay out of the dual and not interfere with it he growled at his sister as he knew she could be harmed glancing back at the young dragon “If you continue down this path and attempt to harm my sister, If she does not finish you off I will, for the insult you have given me” he growled at the young dragon : kayne watched as his sister laid down on the blanket before him, he passed her down the bottle of wine as he came to sit in between her legs “I do not drink wine my dear Keke, you should know this by now, but please drink for me” he said as leaned back against her with a soft sigh releasing from his lips. “Please enjoy yourself “ he said as he sat there looking up to the stars.

 

Stacking the Deck – Death Club Role play.

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Death Club role play has been on pause for the last year and a half, due to time zone issues for the Game Master.  LadyBelz and I are pleased to be able to now continue where we left off.

 

This is the new Russian arc – A Stacked Deck.

 

This first post by LadyBelz was written in 2013, the following is my reply which was written today.  Hope you enjoy the return of Death Club.

 

❤

 

Writer LadyBelz

 

Roleplay: Deathclub – The Great Escape

Posted by Belz on July 1, 2013

 

 

It had been almost two weeks since the sodomy and rape of Mia and Steve. Two weeks since Lotus had been an “unseen” guest in Yuri’s home and she was almost at 100% strength. Gia had been true to her word when she had told Lotus that no one would know she was there. Apparently there were strict rules in place about invading rooms that were not assigned to the person involved and no one wanted to get on Yuri’s bad side – if he had a bad side to speak of. Each day Lotus grew stronger while Gia kept her fed and safe. Lotus began practicing shadow fencing using a broom handle she had found in the closet. Gia explained having it as an extra measure of defense. Lotus simply shrugged and continued to get better. On days that Gia was free, she would practice with Lotus, giving the young Oriental woman someone to spar against. The first time Lotus had flipped Gia (to both women’s surprise), Gia pronounced Lotus healed and ready to leave. “Give me a day or two to work out the details and I will get you out of here.” Gia told her.

Gia took the opportunity to sneak out one night to retrieve Lotus’s bag that she had stashed away. She had been nearly caught when one of the guards who had not been assigned to patrol that section of the compound had come upon her as she was pulling the bag into sight. Before he could sound the alarm, she had put him down with a few well-placed kicks. While he was unconscious, she slit his throat and tossed him off the cliff to the water below. The sound of the ocean beating against the rocks masked the sounds of the struggle. It would be at least a day or two before the man was missed. By then Gia hoped to have Lotus safely away.

Opportunity came nearly 24 hours later. The one girl who normally did the household shopping with Gia became ill with pneumonia. As she was head of the servant girls, it fell to her to pick a replacement. There were very few people Gia trusted and Annalina, a servant who had the room next to hers was one of the few. When she was assured that everyone had gone to bed for the evening, she crept into the hall and stealthily made her way the few feet to Annalina’s door. She knocked gently, the sound echoing in the quiet of the hall. She looked around quickly, listening for any signs that someone heard. The door opened and Annalina stared out at her. “Is everything ready?” Gia asked, nearly whispering. Annalina turned from the door for a moment and returned with a wrapped bundle, which she passed to Gia. Gia took a quick peek at what was inside and nodded with satisfaction. “You must be careful, Gi. I think *he* is getting suspicious.” She heard the emphasis on the “he” and knew immediately to whom she was referring. “Has something happened?” Gia wondered. “There is a rumor that a guard’s body washed up on the beach near the main city. His throat was slit. The police were here this afternoon asking him all sorts of questions. They have their suspicions but know they cannot act.” Gia nodded. The last time the police had questioned Yuri about a murder, the police captain had been found dead in his home. There was no evidence of a break-in and no fingerprints were found. “Do not worry, my friend. I have always covered my tracks well.” Gia nodded. Annalina knew this to be true, but it didn’t stop the worry from reflecting in her eyes. “Rosalie will meet you behind the church for the switch.” Gia glanced up at that. “She knows which tunnel to use, correct?” Annalina nodded. Gia thanked her and returned to her room. Lotus sat up, eying the bundle in Gia’s hands. “What is that?” she asked. “This is your ticket to freedom.” Gia grinned, removing a long, blonde wig and clothing from the bundle, tossing them at Lotus. Lotus pinched the fake hair between her forefinger and thumb, easing it off her lap like it was something filthy. “I am not wearing this.” she scowled, shaking it at Gia. Gia simply stared at her, one dark eyebrow arched in amusement as if she were saying “You can and will and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Lotus wanted to smack her.

 

Despite her fierce stand, the following morning Lotus found herself following Gia through the house, blonde wig firmly perched upon her head and wearing a shapeless dress resembling a potato sack. She had been forced to endure the hour Gia made her sit so that she could check to be sure not even a speck of her luxurious black hair shown through. She was supposed to look like Rosalie so that no one would be suspicious. The final insult was when Gia passed her a small case that had blue-tinted contacts in them. She balked fiercely. “Yuri always checks the girls any time they leave the house. If you have any chance of getting out of here, alive, then you need to put them in.” Gia told her. Once she was suitably attired to Gia’s specifications, only then did they leave. With the admonishments to “Keep your head down.”, “Speak in a soft voice.” and “Do not speak unless spoken to.” ringing in her mind, she followed behind Gia, struggling not to glance up at their surroundings. Gia led her into Yuri’s study, where the man himself was doing paperwork at his desk. Gia stood across from him, waiting to be acknowledge. “Vhat do you vant?” he asked after a time. “It is time to do the household shopping.” Gia stated. “Who is to be with you?” he asked. “Rosalie.” she stated without hesitation. Yuri leaned back in his seat and finally looked at the two women. “Rosalie” kept her eyes on the floor beneath her feet. All Yuri saw was a submissive household pet and he nodded. He reached into a drawer and handed Gia a wad of bills. As her hand curled around the money, his curled around her wrist. “You have two hours. When you return, send her to my quarters.” he pointed at “Rosalie” who did her damnedest to repress the shudder that moved through her body. Gia nodded, not trusting her voice. She would make this up to Rosalie later. Yuri released her and sent them on their way. Once they were out of earshot, Lotus couldn’t help but comment, under her breath, but Gia heard it all the same. “Pig.” She had to repress the grin that threatened to cross her face.

 

They climbed into one of the Jeeps outside the compound and Gia started the engine. Putting the vehicle in gear, she slowly made her way through the gates and then down the hill. When Lotus assumed they were a safe enough distance away, she turned to speak to Gia, who immediately clamped a hand over her mouth and rapidly shook her head. Frowning, Lotus wondered what was going on now. Gia pulled a pre-written note from her pocket and passed it to her.

 

After reading it, Lotus looked at Gia, eyes darting around. She knew exactly what the note was in reference to. There were listening devices in the Jeep. Gia pointed to the radio dial and then gently tapped a finger on the rear view mirror. Lotus looked closely at both and spotted the tiny microphones on each. She nodded. Gia handed her a second note.

 

Lotus breathed a sigh of relief at that and leaned back into her seat. The further they got away from the compound, the more she relaxed. Once in the city, Gia parked the Jeep in front of the market. They went inside together, away from any listening devices, Gia turned to Lotus, who was clutching her belongings as a lifeline. “Go out the back, through the loading dock. The church is around the corner to the left. Rosalie will meet you there with a change of clothing. After that, you’re on your own.” Gia instructed her. On impulse, Lotus pulled the woman into a hug. “I owe you a debt I do not know how to repay.” Lotus stated, stepping back. “The only thing I require is this: if you see that red-headed devil bitch, punch her in the eye for me. She should not have left you behind.” Gia scowled. Lotus chuckled. “I plan to do a whole lot more to her when I see her once again. Thank you.” She turned to leave put paused. “Your brother is a dead man walking. I hope you know this.” she stated without turning around. “I know.” Gia replied. Lotus sighed once before she started walking again, not looking back at the woman who had saved her life. She did not know if that would be the last time she would see Gia again…

 

CharlotteCarrendar

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Stacking the Deck – Russia (2014)

March 29, 2014 01:15AM

Death Club Role PlayStacking the Deck

Location : Russia

Writer : CharlotteCarrendar

With the use of night vision binoculars, Wolf was again doing his nightly surveillance of Yuri’s compound from an adjacent property owned by an old farming couple that kept very much to themselves. Nikita had worked a deal to allow herself and Wolf to stay at the farm, working as farm hands, while at night they went on surveillance missions to see when it was the right time to go and make the break to free Lotus.

Hidden well from view with the night acting as a cloak, Wolf adjusted his binoculars, seeing into the compound and the usual parade of guards that were now patrolling the grounds 24/7. It seemed that Ayalah’s daring escape had only hardened Yuri’s resolve to ensure that the same thing did not happen again. Checking his watch, Wolf counted down and then peered through the green lens to see Yuri actually emerge from his house. A glass of whiskey in one hand a cigar in the other. He did this nightly, like a ritual. Over the course of the last two weeks, this was observed and noted. Tonight, he didn’t have his usual slave girl being dragged out and humiliated on the balcony. Creasing his brow, Wolf slowly adjusted the scope so he could get a better view. Yuri was talking to a tall blonde woman, who wore a distinct Russian military outfit; though he did think it appeared to be the type of clothing a dominatrix wore. ~She must be one of his lackeys~ Wolf thought to himself. The pair was in some sort of heated discussion; the woman raising her hands as though trying to convey her feelings. Watching with an increased interest, Wolf saw Yuri throw his glass of scotch on the floor of the balcony and then rounding on his guard. In one swift movement, he slapped her hard across the face. ~If only I could hear them~ Wolf thought again. The female guard held her face in shock, as the Russian tore strips off her, then thundered back inside. That was indeed unusual to see, for it meant that things were not exactly rosy in the compound. Maybe Yuri was losing his edge. He did lose a lot of guards when Ayalah was broken out.

Sadly there were no sightings of Lotus. This in itself was troubling, but it could mean she was being held in those dark dungeon cells that Wolf had seen himself inside the fortress like compound. Wolf’s thoughts turned to Lotus. The last time he saw her she was risking everything to save that bitch Ayalah, who demanded that the Japanese assassin be left behind. Setting down the night binoculars, Wolf sat himself up now that the night’s show was over. He cursed himself silently, as he did every night. Feeling he had no backbone, and that Lotus suffered now because of it. ~I will get you out of there.~ Wolf swore to himself, as he packed up his surveillance equipment and made a start back for the farm house, which was a two mile trek over the hills.

The Farmhouse.

Standing under the porch, there was a flicker of a red hue that came from the cigarette that Nikita was smoking. She didn’t go on the nightly surveillance runs, preferring to do her job by keeping the farming couple from getting in deep. Posing as farmhands, Nikita and Wolf had to hide their car in the barn so it would not be seen in a helicopter surveillance sweep that was done every other day by a firm that were contracted by Yuri to step up security in the area. Any trips made into the nearest township were done in the couple’s broken down car which was at least fifty years old. Dressed in traditional Russian country clothing, Nikita didn’t look at all like the stunning catwalk model that she used as a cover in Moscow. Instead her face was devoid of makeup, and her hair covered with a scarf; a long plait coursing down her back. Hearing the crunch of Wolf’s boots on the gravel road that led to the house, she stamped out her cigarette and blew a last smoke ring before venturing out from the veranda to meet him

“Zee anything unusual tonighzt?” Nikita asked in her husky Russian accent. Wolf swung the backpack down off his back and carried it in his right hand. Approaching Nikita he replied;

“I saw Yuri slap one of his guards, but aside from that, nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Any zign of Lotus?”

“None, they must have her locked up deep inside the dungeons. I know she can take care of herself, and she would be a danger to let out.”

Thinking for a moment, Nikita had an idea. “Tommorow, we go to market with the oldz couple. I know that they have business in the town. There is zomeone that might be ablez to ‘elp uz” This had Wolf stop in his tracks. “Who can help us?” This was the first time that Nikita had even mentioned having a contact in the market town close by.

“He…helped me once, and i know he haz no love for Yuri.” Nikita was being very mysterious about this man, and as she gestured for Wolf to follow her inside, she said simply. “I didn’t want to have to go to him again. I hate risking otherz, but I know what this Lotuz meanz to youz.” Taking two steps up, she looks back at Wolf and says. “He is the town priest. A good and decent man, one of the cloth.” She stopped and placed a hand on the door knob, about to turn it. The sound of the state TV station playing some music show playing faintly in the background. The old couple were sitting in their comfortable chairs, unaware of the danger that Wolf and Nikita posed for them.

“Yuri has amassed a lot of hatred from people in this town, but they are scared. I can’t zay I blame them. I know firsthand what he is capable of.” She stared back at Wolf with deep green eyes. “No more should die because of that man. And I don’t think I could live with myself if harm comes to the kind people of thiz farm. “ Nikita then reinforced her statement by saying. “We must be cautious.”

Wolf nodded in agreement, yet in his heart he could not let Lotus go. He had to save her, regardless.

The Market Place.

The farmer who was about seventy years old drove like a man of his age would – slowly. With his wife at his side, who was clutching a basket and with squawking chickens in the back – it was a noisy trip from the farm house into the town market. Wolf and Nikita, who were both wearing their country styled outfits, could barely see out of the grimy windows of the car as it chugged along the road towards the town. Anyone would think the engine was powered by hamsters and a shoe string. It had certainly seen better days and shuddered violently every time the farmer changed gears.

As the car chugged into town, Nikita spotted some of Yuri’s black BMW’s parked just near the bank. She cringed inwardly as the car putted past the line of cars. Someone was in town that day, obviously doing business, but this was the worst possibly scenario if they were spotted. Nikita leaned forward, her scarf covering much of her hair and shielding her face side on.

Spoken in Russian

“Zieg, пожалуйста, везти нас в церкви и мальчик, и я выйти и встретиться с вами на рынках.”(translation: Zieg, please drive us to the church and the boy and I get out and meet you at the markets.)

“Хорошо, ребенок. Но не займет слишком много времени. Мать хочет вернуться как раз к ее любимого шоу.”
(translation: Alright, child. But don’t take too long. Mother wants to get back in time for her favourite show.)

Nikita nodded, and then clung onto the seat in front of her, as the farmer increased the speed, changing gears harshly which caused the car to jerk violently in protest. Wolf was already tired of riding in the backseat. The seat itself had no springs or foam in it, so it was like riding on steel bars. They sure didn’t make cars like they used too. The old car pulled up outside the church steps with a loud bang and smoke pouring from the exhaust. The old farmer patted the dash and tried to sooth the worn out car, as his wife badgered on in Russia about how she didn’t want to be late.

Getting out of the car, Wolf pulled the top of his woollen Andy cap down low and dug his hands deep into the old coat that he had borrowed from the farmer. With Nikita alighting from the other side, the two stood on the steps, as the farmer took off again heading for the markets. Taking her hand, Wolf led the Russian agent up the stairs, and into the Church. Needless to say they were going to be in for a shock with what they would find inside.

The Church.

Inside the old style cathedral building, the Priest was serving communion to his small gathering of parishners. As the two entered from the main door, there was the scrapping sound of shoes on the tired floor boards. An elderly lady handing Wolf and Nikita prayer books, and gesturing for them to take their seats in the pews. There were a few rows to chose from as it seemed only a handful of the townsfolk were partaking. A few tired old faces looked back as Wolf and Nikita sat. Wolf taking off his hat after a stern look from one old nun. Up the front there was a row of nuns, all with their rosaries out and praying. As the two opened their books, to try and catch up one of the younger parisheners sat down beside them, and handed Wolf a flyer. It had a strange marking on it. A symbol of the number 7 with another 7 symbols marked through it. In a hushed voice he said.

”The flower has fallen and the bear walks beneath the New Moon on Monday.”

As quickly as he had spoke, he got up and took up a hymn book calling out a number as the congregation stood and started to sing. One of the nuns’s turned her head to look back. She had Asian eyes and blonde hair that showed through the top of her habit. Wolf took one look, and broke out in a grin.

It was Lotus.

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The Ronin & The Serpent – Part Ten.

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The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Ten

Seeking Justice

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar
xZephyrZ

xZephyrZ: The Young Dragon rode to return, word of his failure had been sent forward, he knew Mitsunari would not be pleased to hear of his recklessness, but as ever would maintain his emotionless façade. He had certainly been rash, if only he had stopped.. thought, there had been minor casualties, but casualties none the less and the burden lay on his soul alone. (Seiyuu) “DAMN!” he choked the words out from behind teeth like prison bars. There was simply no way to vent his frustrations, he had to accept what had happened and look to the future. If all those years taught him anything it was exactly that. With that his eyes flicked up to see Takana, returned from relaying the Dragon’s message, he urged his horse forward as the shadowy man re-joined them so that he was by his side. (Seiyuu) “What news? Do we have any orders?” he questioned. Takana bowed his head slightly before replying (Takana) “We do not have any further orders but to stand by Young Dragon, they wish to re-evaluate our strategy now that we are facing a head on conflict with the Warlord, it was also requested you return at once.” The man hesitated for a moment (Seiyuu) “Is that all? If that’s the case we shall return as reque-“ Takana interrupted the Young Dragon, his face of a man who was deep in conflict within himself (Takana) “Dragon… Seiyuu.. Amongst the men.. I had heard of a Ronin who was sent to kill the assassin that murdered your father and rescue the daughter of another Lord who was killed, they were saying he was to return to a certain village, it’s not far from our current position, if you wanted more information about how he died…” he did not finish his sentence. Takana knew what the Young Dragon would do, but he could not afford to betray the orders of the Empire now, he had yet to redeem himself and launching his own personal crusade would fatally wound his chances, he waited for a reply. The Young Dragon looked away for a moment, set adrift in his own mind. He knew Takana would have figured out his dilemma already, the Empire or revenge? The Empire’s War Council would never approve of this kind of behaviour, but his heart was with his father.. he wanted all those who had plotted against him dead and this lead was priceless. (Seiyuu) “Then I ride for this village, how do I get there?” the man attempted to choke back the words, but he was bound by his life to serve the Young Dragon, he simply could not refuse (Takana) “I see you have already decided.. despite the consequences.. I will go with you, you need not face this alone!” Takana was determined to be there for the Young Dragon no matter the consequences, as far as he was concerned his soul belonged to him after back then. (Seiyuu) “No, you will not follow, I must face this alone, you will lead the Eyes in my stead, Mitsunari would be a fool to reject your aid in times such as these…” He paused only for a moment “So, how do I get there?” It was impossible to convince his master once his mind was made up (Takana) “A day north, follow the road you come to, it will be difficult to miss, they said it had been razed to the ground, may your soul be protected…” With that the Young Dragon would ride for the nameless village alone, unable to predict what lay ahead.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Riding high in the saddle, with her chin tilted up, she observed the guard that met them as they entered the land of Rikken. He was not at all happy to see the infamous Serpent, making sure to alert all, screaming her name and making a run at the horse. You could see the Serpent’s body tense as she hissed at the guard, only having the Ronin step in front of the guard – grabbing the man’s neck, and challenging his authority. “Her name is Ayame” This was a name she had not gone by in a very long time. Her brother practically threw the guard to the ground, and summoned the War Horse to come and meet him at once. Easing herself in the saddle once more, the Serpent bowed her head, the faint breeze toying with her hair. She did not like how this was going so far, and was concerned that they would be led into a trap. From a far house, the old warrior; Tyunayoshi appeared. In his right hand his boa staff. A troubled look swept over his features as he approached the Ronin. Casting a glance up at the Serpent, as she sat silently on the back of the horse, the old warrior asked. “I see you brought back a trophy, why is it not just her head?” He was under the impression that the Ronin sought to end the Serpent for her murderous ways, and yet she was sitting without binds on the back of his horse. The Serpent glared at the old warrior from beneath her veil of black hair. “You are still alive… Tyunayoshi. I thought my Master left you for dead.” Her voice had a cruel edge to it, as she made it plainly obvious that she cared little for the one known as War Horse. He chuckled, to hear that she still had a fire in her belly. “Your Master may have taken an eye as a prize…but not my life, my sweet Viper. “ he then shot a look at the Ronin and said. “Feisty, isn’t she?” Course, he had no idea…that the Serpent was Ronin’s sister. That was bound to come as a shock. :: Kekeyama sucked the grape into her mouth, chewing as she listened to her brother recount how the cards were dealt and their meaning. Clearly the Warlord was going to be the one to lose the most in this war with the new Dragon. Youth always has an edge over the frailty of an old man’s mind. Kekeyama pushed back from the edge of the tub, then rose up. Water trickling down across her body, as she reached for a towel, stepping out onto a soft rug. She started to pat herself dry slowly, her eyes locked on her brother. “Then we must choose our path wisely. I don’t fancy dying all for an old man’s misdeeds.” She then licked her lips slowly, as she came to mull over what would be a good option now. “I wonder if the young Dragon has a taste for women, such as myself.” What was she plotting? <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin watched as the old war horse came strolling down the path with a boa in hand, he noticed Tyunayoshi’s confused faucal expressions, this was going to be interesting to explain to him but Ronin was sure that Tyunayoshi would understand. Watching as Tyunayoshi came to a stand before them both he expected exactly what Tyunayoshi was going to say ‘I see you brought back a trophy, why is it not just her head’ Ronin stood there listening to all Tyunayoshi had to say just as Tyunayoshi and Ayame started fighting with each other. “Enough” he said loudly, walking over to Ayame he picked her up off the horse and placed her down to stand before him, placing a hand on her back he lead her in front of Tyunayoshi. “She is my sister, Ayame” he said as he glanced into her eyes with a smile “The warlord took her from my family at a young age, she did not know what she was doing, She is on our side Tyunayoshi” he said in a firm voice showing how serious he was “I have found her and she will never leave my side again. I have returned here to continue our plans If you have issue with her being here. Then you have issue with me as well and we shall take our leave, If you are fine with all of this than can we continue on inside so I can fill you in on what has happened” he glanced over to Ayame and smiled lightly “Be respectful to Tyunayoshi, he did not know your story and nor you his. I expect you both to get along” he demanded. : Kayne was watching Keke closely as she rose from the tub and dried herself off, wrapping a towel around her smooth body. Coming to a stand he heard her talk of their plans as he chuckled slightly, walking around behind her he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in closely as he leaned against the wall, her soft skin was hot from the boiling bath as it warmed up his skin in the process “I understand we have to tread lightly dear sister, but never forget we are not like the others around us” he smiled as he kissed the back of her shoulder his eyes started to glow a dull orange as his lips trails across the skin of her shoulder gently kissing her up to her neck he bore his teeth as he lightly nipped her neck. “I trust you to choose our path wisely Keke, you shall lead this one and drag me along as usual” he smiled gently.: The warlords army was preparing for battle, The guildsmen were working on new Battle weaponry as the builders reinforced the gates and walls, upgrading the defences with brand new Archer Towers. The warlord was up in the giant castle on the 12th floor high above the ground as he was surrounded by his new generals in the army. He gave them little power this time as they had to sit and take orders, No advise was to be given nor talking to be had whilst the warlord was in control. “ I want The men’s weapons sharpened all of them, Check the armors. Also make sure the guildsmen are working and not slacking off” as he barked out orders. He may have lost the battle but the war was hardly over, he had lost his advisers and his son but he would have revenge. As he glanced back into the cave “Have we managed to tame that cursed thing yet?” he growled as he looked down to the giant tent near the entrance of the cave, no doubt full of wounded failures. He would have upper hand this time he would make sure of it as a corrupt smile came across his face.

xZephyrZ: As the Young Dragon rode the storm which had been brewing within his mind unleashed all it had. Had he made the right decision? Should he turn back now? Would it look like he was running from his failure… again? What could he possibly do about his father’s death like this anyway? The Young Dragon shook his head in frustration, he was but a man, young at that, not wise, nor experienced, he could only take all this as it came. By now the Warlord would be preparing for war, the Ronin had to be back in the Lord’s lands, there was no trace of him at the fortress. The Serpent, the assassin that had been responsible for his father’s death, was also nowhere to be found, what had become of her? This future was too uncertain.. he longed for the peaceful days he had spent in the mountains with the men and women of the Eyes. How had it come to this? Fate was fickle.. why did the path to his destiny have to be so rocky and harsh, it was as if he was bound to the rocks at the mercy of the waves.. But he would take control of his destiny, that’s what he was doing now, he need not worry about his decision, as long as it was his own it would all work out. The Young Dragon reassured himself of this (Seiyuu) “Get it together.. you’re being stupid” he muttered urging his horse forward, he had found the path Takana mentioned, he need only follow it to find the Ronin, unaware of what surprises wait for him.

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was like watching two cock fighters squaring off against each other –feathers all ruffled and angry. It would take something special to stop it from turning into a physical battle. That is where the Ronin stepped in. He boldly called “Enough” and it was enough to make the pair fall silent. The Ronin reached for Ayame and lifted her from the horse, placing her down gently upon the ground. Her dress shimmering; smoothing to her frame as it settled upon the dust. Ayame felt the press of her brother’s hand to her back pushing her forward. She was introduced as his sister. This came as a complete shock to the old warrior, who stared at the Serpent more closely. The Ronin put forth his case, that she was stolen at a young age, and moulded into the very woman that stood before them. Problem was, Tyunayoshi knew the Serpent a lot longer than Ronin did. He didn’t trust her at all. The issue was that they needed the Ronin in that town, what with the likelihood of another attack, possibly from the Dragon Empire over the death of their leaders in this very square. Tyunayoshi frowned at what Ronin has said, about either accepting the fact of who she was, or that they would leave. “Keep her caged….I trust you, my friend, but not her. Trust is to be earnt, and she has a long way to prove that I am wrong.” Wise words, it would seem. The Serpent only nodded with a soft “yes”, when Ronin asked her to be respectful of Tyunayoshi . Would she hold to her word? :: Kekeyama exhaled loudly as her brother took her in his arms, and pushed her to the nearest wall. Her head tilting to allow his kisses that caressed her skin. His teeth raking her flesh. “Mmmm, my darling brother, I do not plan to let you down. You are my first concern, and I plan to provide you with enough females to sate your lust.” This was said with a heavy undertone as her own lust was rising. She brought both arms up and over her head – fingers interlocking as they shared a quiet and poignant moment. The siblings bond practically unbreakable. One would die for the other, and vice versa. “No doubt, the dragon will want to hear his future. We have quite the show to perform. Her eyes turning a sweet red as she gazed into her brother’s. “I’ll make you proud. I promise.” <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin nodded slightly “She will be by my side at all times, I trust her with my life just as I trust you Tyunayoshi” he shook his head slightly, People allowing past and emotions to run over their judgments such a unmediated and unconditioned thing they were showing.. Like untrained students rivaling each other. Grabbing Ayame’s hand he started to walk up to Rikken’s old place “How is the change over, are the guards and other lords accepting the young ladies claim to the title?” he said as he guided them both towards a outside table, taking a seat he let go of Ayame’s hand as he continued to glance at Tyunayoshi “The warlord was under attack as we left, it did not look good he was losing the battle.” He said as he went on and on filling in Tyunayoshi all about what had happened with the warlord explaining how he got caught, about Keke and Kayne and everyone else. He glanced to his dear sister and smiled “What are your thoughts sister? What would he do in this situation”: Kayne was kissing and nipping Keke’s neck and shoulder softly as she spoke of promises and safety “Oh Keke, you know I would do anything for you, there is no need for such promises.” As he leaned back and smiled His lust was outrageous that he was in agreement of, Only Keke could keep him on a tight leash, any mere normal female would suffer a painful fate if Kayne was released onto her. His eyes smiled with a devilish gleam “As you wish sister, I shall read him the cards. Just ask and I will do” he said in an almost submissive way although Kayne was anything but submissive, Keke just had that kind of control over him “ You would like to see this world at civil war yes? Burning in fire, the pain and screams of those dying under you” he boasted her title for her as he bit down on his own lip drawing blood as it trickled across his bottom lip. His body was warming up as he touched his lip with his finger glancing at his own blood “It’s been awhile..” he was stating how long it had been since he last bled, although he loved the feeling of pain being what he was it brought him pleasure.: The warlord grumbled slightly as he had learned the beast was not yet tame “How can you not tame it, we’ve been at it for years!” he barked as he sighed slightly “Get the magic council to study on it, figure out a way to tame it” he growled under his breath as a guard ran off with his orders, The magic council… gathered in the Warlords lands as they tapped into ancient and dark magics they were a peaceful bunch never going to war, but were useful for their healing abilities and knowledge on Lore among other things. They escaped their own lands coming here promising their wealth in all the knowledge for safety and the right to do as they please, the warlord accepted this as he knew they would be a very valuable ally.

xZephyrZ: It was finally in front of him, what would be a nothing to most experienced travellers the Young Dragon had been unable to escape the bombardment of this thoughts. He slowed his horse to a Canter now, one by one villagers passed him, throwing glares and strange looks at him without remorse, it was only natural they would fear outsiders. Approaching the one closest him the Young Dragon spoke up (Seiyuu) “I am looking for a Ronin, do you know anything of him?” The villager shot him a glance and kept on their way, head down. He tried again (Seiyuu) “Does anyone know anything of a Ronin? I heard he was in these lands, is he still here?” No replies came, it was clear the townspeople were wary of strangers now and who could blame them, these people had been visited by death, reaper of souls, they had lost loved ones without so much as a word. He gave up for now, riding further toward the town, coming toward the gate two guards noticed him and approached immediately spears pointed directly at him (Guard) “Halt! What business have you here? Identify yourself at once and state your purpose!” Once more it painfully obvious what had happened to these people, they were right not to trust him, with a slight sigh he spoke (Seiyuu) “I do not mean you or these people any harm, I am an envoy of the Dragon, his Youngest Son, I seek out the Ronin who recently graced these lands, please, I only seek more information about my father’s death” Of course he didn’t expect the guard to be convinced. The guard replied eyeing him grudgingly, he had recognised the tattered garb of the Dragon’s Empire, but this only served to make him more suspicious (Guard) “Do you expect us to believe this, it is impossible to prove what you say, and even if it is true, you could be the herald for an attack upon our lands, for the death of the Dragon and his Son… for revenge..” With this the Young Dragon dismounted his horse immediately falling to his knees and bowing on all fours (Seiyuu) “I am sincerely sorry for the losses you have had to endure, I will accept full responsibility on behalf of my father, you may take all my weapons and have me escorted by as many men as you please, I wish only to speak with the Ronin if he is still here”. Now it would be impossible for the guard to refuse, reluctantly he took the Young Dragon’s blade and pistol, taking a moment to gaze upon the Lorenzoni repeating flintlock pistol such technology was extremely rare in these lands. He nodded and replied (Guard) “Fine, we received the Ronin not long ago, we will escort you in to the town and inform them of your presence, your belongings will be returned when you leave, you may tie your horse up outside town, we will ensure it is not stolen” it was clear the guard felt a little uncomfortable addressing the Young Dragon in this way, perhaps no one had presented themselves so humbly before him in such a way, at any rate the Young Dragon was being taken to meet the Ronin, his heart jumped, this was it.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The stares and whispers didn’t go unnoticed by the Serpent, whose hand was taken by her brother; the Ronin. He led her into Rikken’s old place. The old warrior walked just behind them, still keeping a close watch on the Serpent. To him, she was like a coiled viper that could lash out in the blink of an eye. Hearing the Ronin’s query about the Child bride of Rikken, he was able to answer. “So far there has been no disputing her right to title. She was upset naturally to be brought back, but on hearing of the atrocities that occurred to these her people, she suddenly had to grow up, very fast.” Walking with the aid of his boa staff, he made a constant clacking sound against the tiled floor of the large house. As he passed those elders that had come out to see the arrival of the Ronin and his sister, again there was much whispered discussion. Coming to an outdoor patio area, the Serpent was lead to a seat at a table, where the Ronin sat right beside her, finally releasing her hand. The old warrior joined them, but remained tight lipped as he heard of how the Warlord faired in the past few days. “What of the Warlord’s son? Surely he will try to come for the child bride.” This was a good question, and the Serpent interjected. “He’s dead. You shan’t have a problem from him.” She didn’t say how he died or who killed him, but the old warrior already knew. “Turned on them as well, no doubt.” He said, staring into her eyes, as though trying to pierce her cold veneer. “An eye for an eye.” The Serpent said simply. “Touche’” Tyunayoshi uttered, looking back at the Ronin. Asked by the Ronin for her thoughts on the situation, she spelt it out clearly. “The Warlord has lost many to his cause, but don’t underestimate him. He didn’t survive this long purely on luck.” That was a fair warning, if ever there were one. :: Kekeyama was released from her brother’s hold, and she glided over to start dressing in a simple silk dress. The colour was blood red, fitting for a such a woman as Kekeyama. She smoothed her hands across the silken fabric, making sure it hugged her figure to perfection. Kayne assured her that he would read the cards, and play his part. Glancing over her shoulder she purred. “I want to be able to sip from a chalice made from the skull of the most powerful man in this conflict, as I watch the world burn at my feet.” She crossed the floor and ran her finger tip across her brother’s lip, before sucking her finger slowly and demurely. “You always did taste good.” <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin listened to everything they both had to say, as he didn’t bother paying attention to those around them staring and whispering, it was always going to happen; just something his sister was going to have to get used to, as he rubbed her hand for reassurance he smiled to her. “Right, I agree, we should not count the warlord down and out. And what of the Dragons army, We should expect retaliation from them as well” he sighed slightly as he rubbed his head, so much was going on he could hardly keep up with it all, “I am going to need three new blades eventually, I lost mine back at the warlords castle” he chuckled. “Tyunayoshi I want you to take charge of Rikken’s men, we need to make sure this place can be defendable and the men ready. We also need to inform the young lady of our plans” he nodded as he glanced over to his sister “Ayame? Will you help me defend this village when the time comes?” he knew she would answer yes; at least he hoped she would. As he smiled lightly, he glanced around the place it was clean as if nothing ever happened but Ronin knew better this was where he first laid eyes on his sister and where so many had died. After awhile of chatting Ronin’s ears twitch as he heard two sets of footsteps coming closer “Someone’s coming” he said softly as his eyes darted to the location from where the sound came from, he was on high guard having his sister near him, he would not let anyone harm her that’s for sure. A guard appeared around the corner leading a young adult male behind him, who could this young man be and why is he with the guard? Has he caused some sort of trouble only time would tell. :: Kayne leaned against the wall his back pressed against it firmly as his hues follow Keke as she glided across the floor with such grace it looked like she was floating. She placed on a simple silken dress, dyed the colour of blood red; He had to smirk at her choice in colours ironic really, as his dull orange hues were pulsing as they followed her. The blood on his bottom lip was collecting as it started to tip over and drip down towards his chin ‘I want to be able to sip from a chalice made from the skull of the most powerful man in this conflict, as I watch the world burn at my feet’ with a devilish smile creeping across his face he stated “And so you shall bask in the blood of the fallen their blood will fill your tub in which you will soak your beauty in, as you sit upon your throne with skull in hand and mere men at your feet, I shall see this happen for you my dear keke” He really would do anything for her, but from time to time he has gone off course and thrown a power play out no one knew which of the two were stronger, all that was certain was that when he went off the tracks from keke she pulled him back in. His hues following her as she crossed the floor towards him, her arm extending in front of his face as a single digit touched the bottom of his lip, soaking up some of his blood she retracted her hand and sucked the blood off her finger ‘You always did taste good’ she stated to him which was met with an arched brow “Shall you have only but a taste? Or will you indulge yourself in a feast.” He questioned her as he watched her carefully. He knew if this went down one path he would suffer some interestingly new scars upon his flesh. : The guard facing the old magic council had informed them of exactly what they were asked to do, “Tame a beast of the ancient times such as this one, is no easy task” one stated as the rest agreed “It can be done though, but not without repercussions” another stated at this point the guard was confused as to exactly what to report back with “ We shall have the beast tame to a point, were it will feel the need to protect this land but no more, This will not allow control of any kind” the guard nodded as he finally got an answer he could understand running off to tell the warlord, the dark mages formed a circle in their magical chamber, as they chanted (( [www.youtube.com] )) It sounded like singing to those who were not trained in their ways, it was actually an ancient language they used to consult with the dead, summoning and most magic they used.: The Warlord hearing this from the guards report nodded sending the guard away, ‘ so.. They knew a way after all.. no control but protection, that will have to do’ he thought to himself, The warlord had his army preparing itself and training, the blacksmiths making new weaponry and armors, the guildsmen creating new battle weaponry and upgrading the defenses of the town. All was going to plan, as he sat back in his throne closing his eyes he started to drift off to sleep

xZephyrZ: Stripped of his gear and separated from his steed the Young Dragon was led through the village, he noticed a few choice words and glances being fired in his direction but he did not allow this to bother him. As they moved further through the village towards what appeared to be the Lord’s manor the people became older and more refined, most likely nobles meeting to discuss the course of action they would take. It seemed as though everyone had been shaken by this, the ripples were inescapable even by those who had not seen fit to enter such waters. All was quiet as they delved further in to the Lord’s manor, the occasional snicker could be heard but every other voice grew distant except for just one, someone had noticed they were coming, perhaps this was the Ronin. As they rounded the corner he was the group for the first time: one man, not unlike himself, rugged and unkempt and woefully under-armed if he was to be a wandering swordsman, the next a woman of porcelain, her features elegant, her skin flawless, one might say the incarnation of a goddess, finally an older man, boa staff in hand, he was extremely well travelled and it was plain to see. The relationship between these people was unclear, however a child could see that there was a great tension between the old man and the beautiful girl, what part the other man played here was unknown. Before he could go any further the guard stopped in front of him (Guard) “Wait here, I’ll introduce you” he walked over to the three and continued “This man came looking for a Ronin, he claims to be the son of the recently deceased Dragon, he has surrendered all his weapons and his horse is tied up outside the city, how would you like to proceed” this final comment was directed toward the older gentleman, apparently he acted as some kind of advisor here, this meant he could not be the Ronin, this meant then it must be the ragged looking man, for the world of the Samurai was not one for a woman to enter. The Young Dragon waited silently for a reply from the Old man, by now all three of them were staring at him and it was obvious each was skilled in their own way, he bowed to show his respect and continued to wait.

CharlotteCarrendar: – No one could have forseen that the youngest Son of the Dragon would enter the house of Rikken without weapons or even his own men. After discussing plans on how to gather defences, who would lead the people of the village – namely Tyunayoshi, and that the Serpent would also do her bit to protect these people, everything came to a halt, as the guard announced the unexpected guest. Tyunayoshi rose slowly from his chair, looking at the Serpent with a hard stare, before he made an odd grunting sound under his breath. It took a great deal of honor for the youngest Dragon to wish to come and have talks with those of Rikken’s lands. Little did he know, the very murderer of his father sat at that table. The Serpent remained perfectly still, not speaking or even looking at the young dragon. Already in her cold heart she knew the truth would come to light. Who would dare be the one to say it? Tyunayoshi? Her newly found brother? The old warrior walked with a slight limp towards the young Dragon and then bowed low in a show of utmost respect. “Emperor, welcome to the land of the fallen Rikken. I am Tyunayoshi, I once served your father in the War of a thousand moons.” He was the fabled War Horse, a legend that had become a ghost with the days of the conflict that had long since passed. So, this would be news to the ears of the Ronin. More of the old warrior’s life was slowly coming out into the open. He gestured towards those at the table. His hand had a slight shudder, a tremor if you will. “This is the Ronin….and the woman, is….” At this he paused, as though waiting for her to announce herself. “Ayame.” You could hear the softness in her voice, as she slowly turned her head towards the Son of the Dragon. She did not give out her last name, for she did not see the need. She was a woman in the midst of the affairs of men. The Serpent did not smile, but she rose and bowed graciously. What if the guard whispered the truth of her identity? It was a case of wait and see. :: “Shall you have only but a taste? Or will you indulge yourself in a feast.” Kayne was more or less offering himself to her, his beloved sister, and as tempting as that was, she did not want to leave him with more scars than he currently had. “You know of my hunger, and while I appreciate your offer I must say no. I will feed when I am in the land of the Dragon. So many many soldiers on which to dine.” She curled her lips into an evil smile and winked. “Time is a wasting. Let us find this new Dragon, and bend him to our will.” <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin watches the strange young man as he is introduced as the young dragon, so the dragon had a younger son, how interesting but what exactly is he here for? He glances over to Ayame and smiles as he comes to a stand. Slowly he walks over to Tyunayoshi quietly as his eyes fall upon the young man before him, Ronin did not bow before the young dragon as he was not his emperor. He imagined someone from the Dragon’s bloodline to be… Taller to say the least, as he glanced over to Tyunayoshi who had just shared more of his past with everyone “What exactly is it you seek Young dragon?” he said in his low tone, before extending his arm for his sister to come join him near his side. “I am Ronin, I believe you have been looking for me” he knew his sister was indirectly to blame for the dragon’s death, but he would not admit to that nor would he inform the young dragon of this instead if the young dragon asked he would intervene and explain to him how the warlord hired mercs and snuck in his own men as monks, placing full blame onto the warlord where it should be. This would allow Ayame to move on from her past and not have the repercussions of something she had no control over come back and bite her in the ass.
IceTe3a: Kayne arched a brow as Keke declined this was unusual, she did not wish to leave her mark on his skin? Perhaps she still felt bad about the scar on his neck, or perhaps he wasn’t what she wanted; Either way it was the first time he’s been rejected from a female after offering himself which he hardly ever offered himself most females offer themselves to him. In keke’s case she just did as she pleased, never asked not requested something he was used to. He kept it in the back of his mind so it would not distract him as he gave his usual bow one arm extended outward to his side the other tucked in onto his stomach “As you wish Keke” he said gently, as he walked over to the table and gathered his guitar strapping it onto his back. Walking over to he casually he raised his palm and gently stroked her cheek as he glanced into her eyes “Shall we?” he smiled once more awaiting her

xZephyrZ: The Young Dragon was a little overcome by this greeting, it seems they didn’t know much about what had transpired between the Young Dragon and his father. (Seiyuu) “Please do not bow, do not address me as Emperor, I have not earned it.. I have been away from my home for many years, I am heir by blood only, not by right.” He paused for a moment, he had not heard of the War of a Thousand Moons, not that he had paid particular attention to wasteful details like that back then “I apologise, Tsunayoshi” he continued, with a small bow “I have not heard of such a war, it must have been before my time, nevertheless, I am honoured to meet you.” It occurred to him Mitsunari would certainly know something about this subject, having been advisor to his father for as long as he could remember, of course it wouldn’t hurt to make inquiry “Tsunayoshi, I wonder if you had served under my father if you know of any man named Mitsunari? He had always been one of the closest advisors to the Dragon” without waiting for an answer he turned to see the Ronin approach, he bowed respectfully as he had done before, he seemed cautious wasting no time before asking questions (Ronin) “What exactly is it you seek Young Dragon… I am Ronin, I believe you have been looking for me”. Of course it didn’t bother Seiyuu, this was his reason from coming to these lands (Seiyuu) “Ronin, I am pleased to meet you, you are correct I have been searching for you. I was informed you had recently been tracking an assassin by the name The Serpent in the lands, this assassin was responsible for my father’s death, I wish to find them, have you got any information?” Even as he spoke something seemed amiss, the girl had not paid him any attention since entering, the tension in the air had grown ever so slightly, the old man seemed at odds with one of them and it did not seem to be the Young Dragon. He bowed once more “I apologise, have I interrupted something?”

CharlotteCarrendar; – The young Dragon was to the point as to his reasons for coming to the land of Rikken. To find the one known as the Serpent. The one that was responsible for the death of his father and many others. While the old Warrior and the Ronin spoke with such a politeness, the Serpent held back, even though her brother had offered his arm to her to come stand at his side. There was something in this about honor, that was mentioned time and time again. They were all warriors in their own rights, fighting for their land, and what they believe to be true. Ayame was really no different from them, but for the first time, the Serpent was about to come out of the shadows, and reveal herself. If she was going to start a new life, it was going to have to be clean. The Serpent glided from the table and headed straight for the young Dragon. Past her brother and the old Warrior. You could hear the growl under the old man’s breath as he sensed something was about to happen. “I can give you the information you seek on this…assassin.” She said simply, holding her head up. Could one believe a creature as fair as Ayame was capable of committing murder? Tyunayoshi could not hold back, he could feel it in his bones what she was doing. “Ayame…sit down.” His voice grumbling like thunder. She shrugged her shoulders and then glanced at the old War Horse. “You have killed countless men, War Horse when engaged in battle, why am I any different? Why try to cover up the fact of what I did?” The Serpent then rounded on the young Dragon and said simply. “The one you seek, is me. I am the Serpent. I killed your father on the orders of the Warlord.” She then stood with a cold hard expression, ready to defend herself, should he lash out in rage. :: The innkeeper had arranged horses for his guests, after Kekeyama had tickled his fancy and made promises that he hoped she would one day keep. Heading out of the inn, she took the reigns of a mare, as a stallion was waiting for Kayne. “I don’t plan on walking.” The gypsy said, mounting the horse and patting it’s neck. <3>

 

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IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie was intrigued to hear about Logan’s misadventures though it was more what happened off his bike than on that made her quirk a brow. ~Shot?~ she thought to herself. She wondered who would be stupid enough to take a crack at him. As she considered this, he showed off the different scars, three of which were from bullets. Stray or intentionally, it was amazing that Logan was alive. Course, when he mentioned that he hadn’t fallen off his bike, but had his bike fall on him one night, that Dixie had to cover her mouth to suppress a laugh, since the way he told it, it sounded like the bike had a mind of its own. Logan laughed loudly with a shake to his head about that situation. And knowing how heavy those bikes were, it was sure to have woken him up. Logan pointed outside the window to where his bike was parked – a 2003 Anniversary Softail Harley Davidson. She was a beaut too, and well maintained. The gleaming chrome was a testimony to that. Dixie sat up a bit, and then heard Logan ask if she liked her bikes. Naturally, she nodded. “Dem owns a Ducati, buggered if I know the numbers and jazz, but it’s big enough for two people easy. I’m not allowed to touch it. It’s his…”baby” She accentuated this by bringing up her fingers to emphasize the word “baby” . Least she respected the man’s wishes about his bike. Tito was now underway with the shading, working on the plated helm that Ned wore. The needle gun hummed and buzzed, as he pressed down working in the colour, then lifted the needle out and wiping the ink in. He was making good time. <3>

IceTe3a: He watches as she covered her mouth to hide a giggle, he knew what had happened was funny and he didn’t mind that others found it as funny as he did ‘Hell! If you can’t laugh about your past misfortune’s what can you laugh about?’ he thought to himself as he came back to reality. He smiled when Dixie said she liked bikes he arched a brow “Ducati? Bloody jap crotch rockets, I prefer me Harley’s over anything else” he chuckled slightly and slapped his knee at the thought of a man riding a Ducati, that wouldn’t sit well with anyone his the Nomad charters around the world. “He won’t let you touch his baby?” he arched a brow slightly “Well that’s just not on, I hear where he’s coming from when it’s to do with touro’s or random people touching it, but someone you know.” He shrugs “Guess some people are different” scratching his head slightly he was lost for a moment trying to remember if Dixie had mentioned Dem before “Who’s this dem bloke and where’s he at? “ he glanced back to her, whilst waiting for her to explain he arched a brow “Never taken the Ducati out?” his face brightened up slightly as it looked like he had an idea “ How about you go take er around the block for me?” he smirks as he jiggled the keys in front of her face “Go on love, Once you’ve had Harley you’ll want nothing else” he really loved his Harley’s a lot, suppose it came with the turf he was in. His back was feeling great, he loved the feel of the tattoo gun shredding into his back leaving a inky trail behind that eventually turned into an art form. “I honestly can’t wait to see this beast, I reckon you’d be almost ready to start shadin soon, yea mate?”

CharlotteCarrendar: – There seemed to be a clear divide over those that preferred Harley’s to the Japanese model tourers. It all comes down to taste and also the comfort in a ride. Harleys have a long standing reputation as far as bikes go, and Dixie had to admit, she always got a thrill when she heard one pull up at the lights beside her. Logan called Ducati “jap crotch rockets.” That was a term she had not heard before, probably because Dem would never call his own bike that. It was pretty much a blast at the manufacturing and what they are used primarily for. It was true, that Demetrios did not take well to having people touch his things, be it his bike or his club. Now came the time when Logan was curious about Demetrios. This was going to be where Dixie tensed a bit. Tito glanced up from his tattooing and shook his head, but Dixie was not about to withhold anything from her new Aussie friend. “Demetiros, or Dem as he is known, is my partner. He owns this Tattoo shop, as well as the garage outside.” She gestured to the back and then continued. “He also owned the night club The Death Club.” This was where things were about to get very dark and interesting. “A few months back, it was a regular Saturday night – I was working the bar, the place was packed. There was an altercation in the ladies room, and I happened to be there, since I wasn’t feeling well. Anyways, the club came under a rocket attack, presumably from a Russian gangster. Yuri, I think his name was. Eight people died in the initial attack, and our star dancer, Mia was kidnapped. Apparently the whole thing was planned. Dem and his best mate Alex were both struck by gun butts, and were beaten up while the the place was getting pretty much razzed.” Dixie paused, as this is where things get sketchy. “Dem and Alex…know some very dangerous people. Both were in the Greek military…and they took a crew…uhm..” She stopped at this point, as Tito continued to shade the helm. “They went to get revenge…and save Mia.” This would be a lot to swallow, but when she finished, she felt that she had a great load come off her. Tito spoke this time, to try and better the mood. “Shading…already on it, half way done. How about Dixie get you a drink, huh?” <3>

IceTe3a: He didn’t know what he just asked as he was about to find out their dark secrets, he listened to Dixie who started to explain herself ‘Demetiros, or Dem as he is known, is my partner. He owns this Tattoo shop, as well as the garage outside.’ Nodding as she told him about her partner, and how he owned the club and this tattooshop “Righto” he said as he continued to listen to her ‘A few months back, it was a regular Saturday night – I was working the bar, the place was packed. There was an altercation in the ladies room, and I happened to be there, since I wasn’t feeling well. Anyways, the club came under a rocket attack, presumably from a Russian gangster. Yuri, I think his name was. Eight people died in the initial attack, and our star dancer, Mia was kidnapped. Apparently the whole thing was planned. Dem and his best mate Alex were both struck by gun butts, and were beaten up during the the place was pretty much razzed’ a single brow arched up as high as it could go just what has this little sheela gotten herself into exactly? And her man sounds like he was a bit shady himself not wanting to comment on anything until he had heard everything, he kept his opinion quiet for now ‘Dem and Alex…know some very dangerous people. Both were in the Greek military…and they took a crew…uhm.. They went to get revenge…and save Mia’ shaking his head slightly his lips part “Strewth love, you’re in some deep shit for someone like yourself. This dem and his friend’s sounds to me they’re playing wannabe gangster really.” He rubbed his chin as he continued on with his opinion “And he just up and left you, for revenge and to get this young lass back? No protection, no nothing?” he shook his head once more as if he was disappointed in this man “ Russian’s huh, I’ve had my fair share dealings with them, Jap’s, Americans. It comes with being a nomad. We’re international, we have charters all across the globe, even one here” he scratched his head “ Somewhere around here anyway” he had to laugh at that last part “ But, I don’t think that’s the life for you doll, trust me I’m a bikie” he gave her a cheeky wink before pulling out a scrunched up paper and a pen writing down his personal mobile number he holds it in front of her “Anything happens doll, call me” he said with a firm look on his face.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie got up as Logan was asking if she was left behind. Truth was, she was. He had left without saying goodbye, taking the bike out and then heading off to gather together his men, for the tour to Russia. She had the odd message on email, but that was it. “No, no protection. And yes he just up and left.” Dixie headed down to get Logan a drink as Tito was really going great guns with the shading. “The Dixie…she uh very sad a long time. I watch her…come home from art college…night after night, sometimes in the rain on the bus. No gooda. I say…work here, it safe…and you no getta wet.” It was pretty clear that Tito was keeping an eye on Dixie, but there was only so much he could do. “Dixie, only getta happy now. He gone a long time. We don’t know a thing. He could be dead.” Dixie came back up with a tallie of a VB and set it down for Logan, trying to regain her composure and show a smile. The whole world of gangsters, and the Russians…everything was totally out of her league. She was just a scrap of a kid from St Kilda living in Prague of all places, and trying to keep her head above water. She took the paper with the phone number on it and smiled. “You’re alright, you know that Logan.” <3.

IceTe3a: -He was surprised when Tito started talking to him about Dixie, but he listened anyway, ‘No, no protection. And yes he just up and left, The Dixie…she uh very sad a long time. I watch her…come home from art college…night after night, sometimes in the rain on the bus. No gooda. I say…work here, it safe…and you no getta wet.” He shook his head, so that prick up and left her without any protection? Any true man that was born into this lifestyle knows they will come after their loved one’s so always make sure they are protected “What a bastard” as he glanced over his hues followed Dixie as she started to walk back towards them ‘Probs won’t be coming back anyway.. Poor thing’ he thought to himself as he smiled when she came with a beer watching her place it in front of him he chuckled slightly. He watched as she took the number stating that he was ‘alright’ giving her a wink he smirked “You’re all ace’s love” as he reached around and tapped Tito’s knee “You to mate, ever need any help, Feel free to give me a yell” he smiled as he had now made some new friends, But what would Dixie think of him if she ever knew what he had done in his past as a bikie, or what he will do in the future? That question sat and ate away at the back of his mind, shaking it off his body was starting to feel the tattooing now, after a big session they’d almost be finished or at least he thought they’d almost be finished, as he took the VB bottle to his lips taking a generous sip out of it he gave a sigh of relief “Ahh cheers hun”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Tito had changed dye vials again switching the colours for the shading. It was now almost finished, and any true tattoo lover would be astonished with how well it was looking. You would swear it was almost life like. Seeing Dixie come back with a drink for Logan, Tito refrained from saying anything more about Demetrios and Dixie. He simply didn’t want her to know just how worried he had been. Logan was being the perfect customer, sitting so still as the tattoo was being finished off on his back. It was probably Tito’s best work, and no doubt Dixie would be taking a few shots for the Tattoo parlour walls. Dixie blushed at being told she was all aces. That was a hell of a compliment to the young Aussie. Tito felt the pat on the knee, and said he was alright, and welcome to sing out if he needed help at all. Tito pulled back the needle after finishing the last of the shading, and set it on the rack, as he cleaned up Logan’s back. “Mister Logan…she’s a finished.” Dixie actually got up to take a peek, and you could hear the high pitch squeal as she saw it complete. “Tito…you clever bastard.” She chortled, giving him a light hug for doing such a great job. Dixie asked Logan to stand so he could check the tattoo in the mirrors to the back of the studio, so he could see it for himself. It was pretty bloody good. <3>

IceTea: He could feel Tito finishing up the shading of the tattoo, going from one spot to another as he grinded the needle in then dabbing some ink on it, then grinding it into the same place this allowed the ink to spread through the grazed skin giving a shading look to it. Almost done, he could barely contain himself as he glanced over at Dixie who started blushing from his complement, he smiled lightly as he watched her, suddenly Tito announced the tattoo was finished followed by a high pitched squeal and a ‘ You cleaver bastard’. Dixie invited him to stand up and come see the tattoo for himself, as he took a stand his muscles were used to sitting. He had to stretch it out as he gave a big “Awhhhh, That’s better” you could hear the muscles relaxing as his bones clicked every so often. “Right then let’s see this” as he casually walked down to the mirror he turned so his back was facing it, taking a good long look at it, he turned his head with a big smile “You bloody ripper!!! You’re a champion mate!” he was extremely pleased with how the tattoo looked as he grabbed Tito’s right hand with his own shaking it firmly, giving him a slap on the back. Turning to face Dixie “And you!” he picked her up from the waist and bumped her forehead with his lightly before placing her back down on her feet, “You two are all aces in my books” he smirked as he stretched some more, going back to check out the tattoo again “The boys will love this one!!”

CharlotteCarrendar: – To have such a satisfied customer, especially Logan was all worth it for Dixie and Tito. Smiling broadly as she watched Logan see the art work for the first time, Dixie almost wanted to do a dance. Tito pulled off his latex gloves and sat back down on his swivel chair, starting to clean up his work station, plus he had to clean the needle gun as well. Tito smiled and shook hands with the ecstatic Aussie biker, continent to know how happy Logan was. “It a looka good on you.” Was all Tito could think to say. Dixie on the other hand, whooped as she was picked up and had her forehead bumped as part of way of thanks. She squealed as she placed back down, smacking Tito’s arm. “Told ya you were a Master of the art, Tito.” Tito waved his hand, getting all shy as he continued to clean up his things. Dixie then asked Logan. “I can go get your shirt and ….gun now, if you like.” Figuring he would be wanting to head off soon. Being stuck on that chair for hours must have really stiffened his muscles. <3>

IceTe3a: He chuckles slightly as he watched the commotion in the tattoo shop, hearing Tito saying it looked good on him he smiled “I love it mate, defiantly the favourite tattoo I have.” He nodded in confirmation as he smirked. Glancing over to Dixie who seemed more excited than he was, he watched her slap Tito’s arm and comment on how good Tito was as a tattooist. “She’s right mate, your top gun” he gave Tito the thumbs up just as Dixie asked if he wanted his gear back yet, he raised a brow slightly “Trying to get rid of me that easily huh” he chuckled as he nodded in the direction of the back storage area “ Go on then get me my gear, How’s about I shout you a drink, least I can do” he smiled as he glanced over to Tito “Aye Tito, your mother alright? She’s been pretty quite mate” he chuckled as he had just remembered that Tito’s mother was in the back room somewhere doing god knows what. “So what you say love, let’s go get a drink. I’ll take you on my bike” he smirked

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie had actually forgotten about Tito’s Mamma, who was oddly quiet out the back. Deciding to go and check, she excused herself and took off down the two stairs and ran across the checkered tiled floor to the back room. Coming through the door way, there was Mamma, fast asleep with her mouth wide open catching flies. The movie had long since finished, and Dixie carefully placed a small blanket over Mamma, trying very hard not to wake the old lady. That was the last thing that Dixie or Tito needed at the moment. The young Australian crept out of the back room and pointed to it so Tito could see. “She’s sleeping.” Dixie mouthed silently. From there, Dixie went to get Logan’s belongings, which were safely stored in the back store room. Coming back out, and in a good enough distance from the back room, Dixie said. “Nah, mate, not trying to get rid of you, just making sure you don’t leave these behind.” Handing them over, she was surprised when he offered to take her for a drink on his bike. “Really?” Dixie asked. She ran a hand through her hair, wondering if she looked okay. “Uhm, sure…let me go fix myself up and…we can go. That alright with you, Tito?” Dixie motioned her head towards Tito who was now comfortable about Dixie being around Logan. “You don’ta stay outta too late.” He wiggled a finger at her as if he was a parent, and Dixie poked out her tongue, before dashing to the garage, and getting ready. A few minutes later she was back, and wearing a biker jacket. “Ready!” She said with a bright smile. <3>

IceTe3a: – He watched as Dixie snuck in for a moment, leaning to the side to try to glance in seeing if the old bat had kicked the can he watched as Dixie came out and mouthed to Tito that she was asleep, he chuckled slightly as he watched her disappear again ‘Strewth she can move” he said, as she came out with his gear. Taking it in hand he placed the vest on, leaving his bare chest and arms exposed, placing the pistol back in it’s usual spot he arched a brow as Dixie started to rub her hair, asking Tito if it was ok. Tito came across like a parent as he told her to be careful, he chuckled slightly as she ran off “Don’t worry mate, I won’t let anything happen to her On my life” he said with a firm look across his face acouple minutes passed as Dixie appeared in her biker jacket, giving her a once over again, he winks once more “Love the leather doll. Should we get you patched in?” he said the last part as a jest, as he waved to Tito “Make once again Solid job on the tattoo. I’ll be recommending you to all the boys for when they come over here” he nodded as he walked upto Dixie placing his arm around her shoulder “Right love, you’re wearing the helmet” he said as he walked out shoving her out of the door gently in a kind of gentleman and aussie mixed way. Walking over to his bike he took his helmet and passed it to Dixie, as he sat down on the bike. Leaning against the handlebars he smirked “Come on love, ready for the ride of your life?” he smirked as he waited for her to jump on, Kicking the bike over he started the engine as he purposely revved the engine a lot louder than usual, the sound blasted straight out of the muffler and made a nearby car alarm go off as it echo’d down the street.

CharlotteCarrendar: – This was probably the first time that Dixie had been out on her own without her old Death Club bartender friends, or her friend Mary, who was busy working on a new design collection. Giving Tito a wave, she was almost pushed out the door by Logan, who was pretty keen to go after saying a last word to Tito about how the job he had done on the tattoo was bonza. Coming out to the pavement, Dixie was fixing her hair in a ponytail, as Logan handed her a helmet. “So much for my hair.” She joked, putting on the helmet and tying up the straps securing it in place. With her jacket zipped up and looking a million bucks, she jumped on the back of the bike, and put her arms around Logan’s waist. The roar of the Harley as it started up beneath her, certainly gave her a thrill, and she now understood what all the fuss was about. “All that power between my legs.” She thought to herself. Her visor down, she tapped her helmet to his to let him know she was ready, and then hung on for dear life. <3>

IceTe3a: -He glanced back with a smirk as she sat down on the bike, He gave her two good revs as he saw Dixie tapping her helmet signalling she’s ready. He shook his head chuckling as he pulled her arms to wrap around his waist “Don’t be shy love, besides she’s got quite a kick” he said as he leaned the bike up straight, kicking the stand back in its place he was now holding them and the bike up with one leg, as his left foot sat under the gear tab, holding the clutch he kicked it down from neutral to first gear, dropping the clutch fast as he hit the revs faster the back wheel started to spin, the friction of the wheel spinning against the road created a smokey cloud behind them in short he was doing a burn out as the bike finally gripped the road, speeding forward he kept up with the Rev meter as he kicked it into second. Finally on his bike again he could feel the wind in his hair as he took in a deep breath “Where’s a good pub love” he said as he leaned back so she could hear him over the roar of the engine. Coming to a red light he pulled up to the line near some cars, as he glanced over towards the drivers who were trying to get a sneaky look at him before glancing away once they noticed he was staring at them. He chuckled and revved his bike “Always happens, I like to think they’re bike enthusiasts but I know better”.’

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie wasn’t shy, but this was her first time on a Harley. She was just excited, and the noise of the machine added to it. Hanging on tight, the bike took off at speed, and Dixie made a bit of a whooping sound in her helmet as the bike over took cars, and was speeding through the traffic. “Where’s a good pub love” Logan asked, as the biker leaned back so she could hear him over the engine. “Third right just down this street. A place called Molly’s.” Dixie sung out, trying to be heard. Molly’s was a small cafe and licensed bar that happened to be run by the oddest couple. Frank “Molly” Jenkins and his Czech born wife Helga. Together they ran a joint that had both Aussie flavour as well as Czech favourites. Dixie had been there a few times before, but knew this would be right up Logan’s alley. He loved Four’n’twenty and VB, he was going to love Molly’s. When they came to a red light, Logan pulled up the bike and she too noticed the other drivers who were giving them sideways glances. Dixie kindly flipped them the bird as the light went green. “Watch who you’re pervin’ at ya Gallahs!” <3>

IceTe3a: He nodded as she gave him the directions to the pub, noting it was the third right, arching a brow when Dixie flipped off the onlookers he shook his head and started laughing “Truly a sheela, doll” he said as the light went green he revved the bike kicking it back into first they flew off in front of the cars, as he kicked it into second and then third, passing cars as they weaved through them. The engine of the bike was that powerful it made the chassy vibrate, a well known fact about all Harleys. Coming to a stop at the next set of red lights they were close to the turn off as he clicked the stand on, he stood off the bike in the middle of the road “Don’t mind me love” he said as he placed his hand on her bottom waist of her back and slid her forward into the driver’s seat, kneeling down he placed her right foot on the rear brake’s “right foot, rear brakes; Light touch they are sensitive” he smirked as he walked around her grabbing her left foot he placed it on the foot rest and slid her toes under the gear tab “She’s in neutral now, so first is a click down, neutrals half a click up and u skip neutral from first by clicking all the way up that’ll put you in second, so click up for gears, click down for lower gears, switch her at around 6,000 revs” he smirked as he came up to sit behind her placing her right hand on the handlebar “ Don’t bother using the front break’s we’d just go flying off” as he placed her left hand on the clutch and handlebar “That’s your clutch, Don’t need to tell you how to use that I hope” he said as he took the weight of the bike off the stand, clicking it back into its place he sat there keeping her stead. “Don’t be nervous just think natural, I’ll grab her if she misbehaves” he chuckles as he waits for the light to go green.

CharlotteCarrendar: – When they came to the next set of traffic lights, Dixie got something of a shock when Logan actually got off the bike. What was more alarming was that he pushed her further into the driver’s seat. “Wait…what?” She spluttered beneath her helmet. She watched as he knelt down and then took her right foot, placing it on the rear brake. He wanted her to ride HIS HARLEY in the traffic. At first a wave of panic hit her. What if it toppled over, what if she stalled it? So many thoughts raged through her mind, until she found herself nodding like…a noddy as he relayed the instructions of how the bike worked. “Right foot brake…got it.” He then grabbed her left foot, and placed it on the foot rest. The gear tab was just above her toes. She’s in neutral now, so first is a click down, neutrals half a click up and u skip neutral from first by clicking all the way up that’ll put you in second, so click up for gears, click down for lower gears, switch her at around 6,000 revs” Dixie’s mind was racing. “Click up for higher, click down for lower, switch her around 6,000 revs…” this was all going through her head and she gripped the handle bars, while getting herself comfortable in the seat. Feeling Logan get on the back, and saddle up behind her, she took in a deep breath. “Don’t break it…don’t break it.” She kept saying to herself in her mind. The light went green, and with the kick stand up thanks to Logan, Dixie skipped the gears up to second, as she eased the clutch, and then accelerated as the bike took off with a find trail of smoke behind it. She was keeping it pretty steady and chewed her lip as she tried desperately to ride casually, if there was such a thing. She changed the gears up as the revs speed up. <3>

IceTe3a: He chuckles as he knew she’d be nervous on the bike but she didn’t need to be, he just wanted her to have fun “Heh, Don’t worry if you wreck it, She’s only a bike. Let’s have some fun, you’ll do fine” he said just as she was getting used to the position of everything. He didn’t bother watching her as he blindly trusted her just as any Aussie would, the lights went green she clicked it into gear leaving the cars behind them in a trail of burning wheel smoke. “You’re a natural love, Now don’t think about it too much just open her up and enjoy the moment” talking about letting Dixie speed the bike up as fast as she wanted he smiled as he placed his hands on either side of her hips gently, as they cruised around. She was in complete control of the bike now; he had nothing to do with it, as he hoped she would enjoy the experience of riding a Harley. “You sure you’ve never done this before?” he jested playfully as he continued to look around at the things passing by, it wasn’t very often he was able to look around whilst the bike was moving as he had to keep his eyes on the road, but this was defiantly a interesting experience to be had. With his new tattoo on his back, two new friends in his life, He was going to the pub with Dixie the smoking rebel chick for a few drinks this day was looking to be a good one.

CharlotteCarrendar: – There is something about experiencing riding a Harley that was hard to compare to any other machine. It was not just the noise, or the power – but the way it cruised along. Dixie went through the next two green lights, and was relaxing as she changed the gears effortlessly, the engine almost growling and snorting beneath her. Dixie was feeling a freedom that she had never before known. It was addictive and gave the young Aussie a sense of euphoria. The pub could bloody wait, as she rode through the beautiful Prague streets. Passersby were waving as she turned the corners like a champ, the roar of the machine as she picked up the gears invigorating her senses. If she could rip off her helmet and let her hair free she would have. When Dixie pulled up at the lights…there were looks, for sure. Dixie didn’t give the gawkers a second thought, only pulling away at speed and leaving the cars behind in her wake. Soon she had come back around after doing a few blocks and pulled up right outside Molly’s, where a rotund looking fellow was sitting on a cafe chair outside his cafe, smoking a cigar. “MOLLY!” Dixie sung out as she turned off the bike, and took off her helmet. Molly looked up from his paper, and then saw his favourite little Aussie girl. “Dixie Chix, what’s this? You got a bike? Suits you.” He said, then seeing who was on the back. “G’day Mate…come to try some of my home grown Aussie flavour?” The owner stood up and scratched his crotch. He wasn’t shy around people that was for sure. “Just be sure to wash your hands before serving us, Molly. Oh, and this is Logan…from ‘Stralia.” She said proudly. <3>

IceTe3a: He knew they had missed the turn off for the pub but he didn’t care, Dixie was enjoying the ride and he was not one to deny her the pleasure of this experience so he let her drive around Prague’s streets as people looked at them. Something she’d have to get used to, no matter who it was but when they heard the roar of a Harley they had to have a look at it. He had never seen a person say one bad thing about a Harley, as smiling he knew she was defiantly enjoying herself, she turned the corners without issue and he sat there as if he was being driven by a lifelong experienced bikie. Finally pulling up to the pub she was talking about she parked the bike like a champion, as he took the weight of it on his leg and kicked the stand down allowing it to rest on there. “Bloody hell love you’re a natural for sure.” He complemented her driving skills for a first timer as she introduced him to molly, who greeted him in kind. “G’day mate, I sure am from down under, came to get a few VB’s and some tucker. Ow’s it hanging?” he said. Taking a quick glance in the pub he could see it clearly as he grabbed the helmet off Dixie and placed it on the handlebar of the bike “Shall we love?”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie’s face was a little flushed, but that was from the excitement and adrenalin of riding the bike. The young Aussie gave up her helmet to Logan, and started to unzip her jacket, as Logan made introductions with Molly, who was already heading inside to get the couple a table ready. “You betchya.” Dixie answered to Logan, as she led him inside the quaint cafe. Sure enough there was a wide screen TV that was playing a rugby league match from back home. Canberra versus the Rabbitohs. The people that frequented the cafe, many were from Australia, some from New Zealand, and a few odd token Americans. Molly had found the pair a table, and got out the menus. The rustic charm of the establishment, along with a lot of pictures and posters from home, was enough to cure the homesickness of many an Australian. He had team picks of his favourite football team, and then there was the Cricket players too. Jerseys in glass cases, and all manner of Aussie flags and bric a bac, that would bring a tear to an Australian’s eye. “Special today is the Reef and beef. Plus I do a bloody good meat pie if ya fancy. Beer wedge chips, and the usual salads. Wife insists I don’t serve enough. Ha!” His laughter rolled out and he was certainly enjoying seeing Dixie and her companion. “VB’s…you got it, Sport.” Molly said, heading off to get a couple as his wife berates him in Czech. Thankfully, it was just water off a duck’s back to Molly. “Couplea days..Beautiful!” He sang out, to which she threw her hands up and went into the kitchen again. <3>

Skippy and the Nuclear bomb.

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If you love a cult Aussie classic, nothing beats this comedy take on Skippy – The Bush Kangaroo.

Bromance

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“Bromance”
(feat. Ryan Higa)

Bromance

Bro-o-o-mance

It’s like Eminem and Dr. Dre
If I loved you more I might be gay
And when I’m feeling down
You know just what to say
You’re my homie (homie)
Yeah ya know me (know me)
And if you ever need a wingman
I’d let any girl blow me off
Cause you’re more important than the rest
I confess I’m a mess
If I’m not hangin’ with my BFF
You know it’s true
You my male boo
Now sing the chorus with me
If you’re feeling the same way too

Bromance
Nothing really gay about it
Not that there’s anything wrong with being gay (gay)
Bro-o-o-omance
Shouldn’t be ashamed or hide it
I love you in the most heterosexual way

Hold me to a promise
That I’ll will be the kind of friend
That in the end
Will always keep you company
Cause when the world gets tough
And times get hard
I will always love you
I’ll be your bodyguard
Cause you’re my bestie (bestie)
And if you test me (test me)
I’ll prove it time and time again
I got your back until the end
A brother from another mother
Never knew how much I loved ya
‘Til I started singing this song (Huh)

Bromance (Bromance)
Nothing really gay about it
Not that there’s anything wrong with being gay (gay)
Bro-o-o-omance (Bromance)
Shouldn’t be ashamed or hide it
I love you in the most heterosexual way

And now that I’ve told you how I feel
I hope you feel the same way too
But if you don’t
This song was just a joke (Ha ha ha)
But if you do
I love you

Bromance (bromance)
Nothing really gay about it (nothing gay)
Not that there’s anything wrong with being gay
Bro-o-o-omance (bromance)
Shouldn’t be ashamed or hide it
I love you (love you) in the most heterosexual way

I love you bro

Enara Queen of Kalio – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

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CharlotteCarrendar

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March 26, 2014 07:57PM

Enara Queen of Kalio

FC : Cate Blanchett

Race: Elf

Height: 5’5”

Skin: Ivory

Gender: Female

Hair color: White calf length ussually braided to the side

Eye color: brown

Body type: curvy and soft in all places that count. Her arms are toned from years of archery

Homeland: Dhima

[b]Status: Queen of Kalio

Family

Husband:

King Alexei

Children:

Eldest son: George
Second eldest son: Charles
Middle son: Demetri
Youngest son: Micah

Personality: she is very down to earth and very in tuned with the animals that live throughout the central kingdom. But even with her deep connection she can have this odd detachment from prey that she only experiences pain after a kill has been made. She can be light hearted and carefree at times. She is fiercely loyal to her husband as much as he is her. She has no problem placing an arrow in the chest of a person that threatens her husband’s life. She dotes on her son’s and wishes more than anyone for a Child of Eliles to become a part of her family, if only so the feline would always stay with them in some way. She was broken hearted when Eliles moved on instead of staying with them after she saved their lives. She will plead with her husband to answer any of her requests depending on what they are. She is a vegetarian.

Likes: fruits, most vegetables, music, singing, archery, flowers, animals

Dislikes: meat, slavery, child abuse, long court meetings, and most perfumes

Weapon: she has a magnificent bow that she crafted herself from birch trees. Its handle has special meaning to her as it came from the horn of her beloved familiar, a great elk, which died in one of the many skirmishes with warring countries entering the Central Kingdoms. It’s carved with the elks name and intricate carving’s telling of the elk’s life up to its death.

Abilities:

Elven immortality
Master archer

weakness: Mortal wounds

History: Enara was the daughter of a elven guard in Dhima and trained alongside Dhima wolves in the skill of archery. She later joined the central kingdom’s guard under the command of the wolf’s first guard. It was during a massive war with The Forgotten Lands that she fought alongside the Prince Alexei. The pair had battled so well together that even in the middle of battle Alexei had kissed Enara with from the thrill of the battle. When all was through he asked her to marry him. His father had approved the match. It was after that his father became cruel and corrupted. Alexei was soon crowned when the Dhima wolf leader slayed the former king. She was Maraska and Olivia’s mother.

The burning of Mirari was a great loss to her, loving the lush forest that covered the land; she had felt the pained cries of every animal that night as they burned away in the flames. When Eliles was brought to the kingdom she knew automatically that Eliles had no hand in the destruction of Mirari, and instead knew she was something more even when Eliles didn’t. She loved the little she-cat on first site, though claimed it had nothing to do with her connection to animals.

After Eliles saved their lives she pleaded with the feline to remain in Kalio, she would have a home with her. But she had to let the female go with reluctance knowing the feline needed to journey to rediscover her memories.

Later when the war started she was furious with the people of the central kingdom and her husband, but could not change is decision. She only prayed that something would occur and change their path. When Noriand was discovered to be the villains they were, she was overjoyed. Even more when it was Illyana that came to represent Mirari in court. She had never thought how beautiful Eliles children would be and continues to beg Eliles for an arranged marriage even though the cat continues to refuse.

What a Wally – Death Club Role Play.

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Death Club Role Play Live

Parlour Dreams

What a Wally.

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: – Tito was already out on the pavement, putting up the easel open sign for the passing trade to hopefully get a few extra customers this early. Inside, you could smell the delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee and bagels, as Dixie was putting on breakfast for the pair. The joys of living behind where she worked, meant that the cheeky Australian didn’t have to rush in the morning, but take her time and actually serve breakfast to a starving Tito, who had to drive through thirty minutes of traffic to make it to the shop. Dixie was always waiting, opening the doors, and smiling at those pedestrians that ventured past the old shop. With a grunge pair of jeans and a black Sabbath t-shirt, Dixie looked in her element set against the walls that were lined with art work, pictures of famous customers, and of course the neon signs of the Tattoo parlour. With a steady beat coming from Dixie’s iPod stereo speaker stand, she was already bopping around the floor. Taking up a broom, she started to sweep the lower floor, as Tito came back inside, and sniffed that wonderful aroma. “Ah…Dixie..You do a good a coffee. This is the best parta of my day.” Naturally he would say that, after being kept up half the night by his aging mother. Was often the case he would come in with bags under his eyes, after she did one of her random escapes and terrorized the neighbourhood in her underwear. But that is another story. Tito poured himself a good mug of coffee, turning his head to the busy Aussie girl. “You wanna cup?” he asked, holding up her favourite skippy mug from home. “Nah, I want to put the finishing touches to that Ned Kelly design I was busting my gut on last night.” Tito gave a quick nod. “Ahh for the Aussie Logan mate. He good man. How you a say…Top blokea?” Dixie chuckled and replied “Yeah, something like that. He should be coming by soon.” Least that was what she had hoped. Sitting down at her art desk, she flipped open her work folder, and did the last of the shading on her Ned Kelly tattoo design. It was looking pretty damn good so far. <3>

IceTe3a: The morning air still crisp in the wind, the sun’s rays slowly glancing through the shades of the cheap motel room Logan had passed out in last night after having a few, he was resting peacefully ** BUUZ BUUUZ BEEEP BEEP WOOP WOOOP * The alarm clock in the room goes off “Awww bugger off” yelled loudly followed suit with a *SMASH* *groaning noises* rolling onto his back, he slept in his jeans and boots as usual, his vest thrown on the floor near his pistol, Rug sack, and his belt with his now attached large blade. “Ugh… what bloody time..” he glances at his phone for the time “WHO IN THE BLAZING HELL SET THAT” he blurted out loudly, as the alarm was set off for an early morning rise “Strewth mate” he said as he came to a stand letting out a rather long stretch “right then, spoze it’s time to go get me tatt” he grumbled as he put his vest and belt on. Placing his pistol behind his back under his vest and in his jeans, he repositioned his knife’s brown leather pouch letting it hang on right right leg. Walking out to his bike he gives her a well deserved pat * Thump Thump* “ Atta girl, ready to wake up love?” he smiled as he turned the key in the ignition, kick starting her; she revved over, and started purring. Pulling out a ciggy and lighting it, he smoked it for about five minutes to allow his baby to wake up before tossing the smoke and riding off towards the Tattoo shop. Thankfully he remembered the way, as he wasn’t too far away from their shop he rented the room back there for that purpose. As he came roaring down the street the tattoo shop was in, he gave some loud revs allowing Dixie and tito to hear of his arrival before parking his baby. “KOOOOWEIII!”” he hollered out of the top of his lungs as he got off his bike, a typical sign of a aussie asking where you at? Loudly. Casually strolling up to the door of the shop he glanced in.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie was busy sketching the last parts of her design, when she heard this monstrous bush call. Stone the flaming crows. She had not heard that kind of call since she went out on a bush trek with her Uncle Pete. It actually made her drop her pencil and jump up from her chair. Tito poked his head out from the supply room, where he was getting the dyes, and his eyebrows had shot up fair into his scalp. “MOMMA MIA!” Dixie laughter could be heard just from his reaction alone. “I know right?!” It was clear she was excited about their client, mainly since he was a blast from the past of her life back home in Australia. “I think I heard the bush call before the bike.” Dixie said, heading to the door, only to see Logan strutting in. She pointed her finger at him with a cheeky wink. “Just the man I wanted to see. I do believe we are going to put some Aussie flavour on your back today.” Her bright smile was infectious, as she gestured him to come in, and take a seat on one of the comfy leather couches. “I have just about done the design, Logan. Fancy a cup of coffee?” She asked. <3>

IceTe3a: He overheard something about a mother? “Is someone’s mother ere?” he said suggestively as his hues glance over to Dixie who gave him a wink whilst pointing at him ‘Just the man I wanted to see. I do believe we are going to put some Aussie flavour on your back today’ a cheeky smirk appeared across his face “Hope I’m to your liking love “ he said as he showed off his two arm guns as a joke, the young 28 year old bikie was fit that’s for sure but he never really boasted it more just did the cheeky cheesey lines once in awhile as he gives her the once over again, before giving her a sexy whistle “Smokin love, Can’t wait to ave her on me skin I’ll wear that one with pride kinda like that shirt you wear with pride, Rock on” giving her the rocker tongue and fist. He followed her in dropping down into the lounge harshly “Ahhh, Sure doll, Love a cuppa” he smiled lightly as he glanced around the room looking for Tito “Aye love where’s the drongo at?” Stretching out so his legs took up the entirety of the couch his elbow rested on the arm rest as his hues flickered around “Who’s doing the damage to me today?”

CharlotteCarrendar:- Dixie blushed as Logan paid her a compliment, blurting. “Ah, go on.” A red rose appearing on her cheeks, as the lanky Italian came out of the supply room with a small box of dye. He caught on how Logan behaved his mannerisms and the rocker fist he used to end his sentence. So this was the epitome of Aussie cool? Tito went on to take the dyes up to his studio at the second level, while Dixie continued to play hostess to Logan. Hearing Logan’ sexy whistle, Dixie did a little wiggle as she went off to get Logan a cup of coffee, while Tito leaned on the bar rail that separated the lower floor from the top. “The Dixie…she do a good a coffee…mate.” He gave a cheesy big thumbs up, before adding. “I am the drongo…doing the ink today for you.” Least you had to give the poor bloke a few points for trying. As Dixie brought out the hot cup of coffee and offered it to Logan, Tito added. “Dixie just has to put her art through…the err scanner, and I print out the copy to place on your back…then..WE BEGIN!” The last part of his sentence was said with an exuberance, as he was pretty excited to be doing the Ned Kelly tatt. He had never been asked to do an Australian design before, so this was a first. Dixie left Logan to enjoy his coffee, as she quickly went back to her art desk, and did the final touches to her work. “And ready. I will just go do the scanning, and get the art copy ready to do the stencil.” <3>

IceTe3a: Logan arched a brow as she did a small wiggle, coming to a chuckle he clapped his hands together in applause, his ears tingle as he hears the voice of Tito ‘The Dixie…she do a good a coffee…mate.” He gave a cheesy big thumbs up, before adding.’ “THERE HE IS, Where you been mate? Round back?” he laughed as he nodded his head to, Tito saying he was the one doing the inking today “Righto mate, you’re a walley that’s what you are” he chuckled as he finally understood Tito didn’t know what Drongo meant. “Ahh tourists Eh love?” he smirked as he sipped his coffee, glancing around at the famous people in the photo’s and art work he admired them all “Love the chicken scratch doll, Yours?” he was referring to the artwork on the wall, as he continued to sip his coffee. Coming to a stand he got curious of how the sketching was going “Come on love gimme a gander” he smirked as he didn’t know if she’d be upset if he took a peek before she finished so he just leaned his back on hers playfully until she said it was fine to look. “So Mate, what’s your story; You ain’t from here” he was referring to Tito but would Tito register that he was being talked to?

CharlotteCarrendar: – “Walley?” Tito asked, confused about what a Wally was. Dixie could be heard chuckling as she had finished the art work. “Wally…uhm…I think he was the Wallpamur chimpanzee in the 80’s on the telly.” Tito didn’t like the sound of that. “I’m a Wally?” Dixie nodded. “Everyone loves a Wally.” This didn’t really make him feel better, but he tried to keep from getting cross, since…well, Logan was packing heat, and he didn’t fancy being gunned down over being called a Wally. Logan was admiring some of the sketches that adorned the walls of the Tattoo shop, asking if the chicken scratching was hers. “Yeah, its kinda my thing. Aside from tossing bottles and serving up drinks at my old work place, the Death Club.” Now bringing up the Death Club made Tito upset and he waggled a finger at her. “No talkie Death Club. That place bring nothing…butta pain and death. Look at Dem…Huh?! He off in the Russia…fighting…who knows who he killing…ALL OVER THAT CLUB!” Dixie took a bit of a step back at his reaction, and hoped Logan wouldn’t be offended. “Settle ya petals, Tito. I won’t bring it up again.” She rolled her eyes, then went to show Logan the tattoo design of Ned Kelly. It had come up beautifully. From the intricate detail of the body armour plates, to the revolver that he was holding in his hand. The swirl of the lettering, all melded perfectly. <3>

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IceTe3a: He smiles at Dixie who was chuckling at the language barrier between himself and Tito “AHh don’t worry mate, You’re a top bloke” he gave a half salute with his right arm as he glanced back to Dixie who started explaining about her sketches, and then her old job back at Death club which seemed to tick Tito off. His hues glance over at Tito as he watched him start rambling on, Death, killing and fighting? What’s this girl got herself into? Glancing down at her just after Tito had finished ranting on, he arched a brow but didn’t ask as everyone had their own secrets. ‘ Settle ya petals, Tito. I won’t bring it up again.’ She threw that back at tito pretty fast. Noticing she started to show him the drawing his hues examined it, as he rubbed his chin “You’re a born natural doll, Love it” he chuckles as he gives her a playful nudge with his knuckles. Glancing from Tito back to her “Righto, spoze I should strip before I get up there?” he said as he ripped his vest off and folds it up “Ahh right” he pulls his gun out and rests it on the top of the vest “Mind if you look after these for me love?” he said standing there half naked, “I’ll keep me knife on me, Won’t do anything stupid promise” he gave her a wink as he waited for her to go off and scan the picture so they could imprint it onto his skin.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Tito started to relax a bit, when Logan called him a Top bloke. There was a commerardery between men, and if you sort your differences out, with a few friendly words, everything is kosher. Dixie took Logan’s shirt and vest going through this drill often. “Don’t worry, I will hang your things out back.” Taking the gun along with it, she said. “And, I will keep these locked in the store room so they are safe.” It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to handling firearms before, and casually walked out back, as Tito took Dixie’s artwork and ran it through the scanner. This brought it up on screen and he played around with the size, to get it the right fit for Logan’s back. “If ya you take a seat over on the chair there, butta your stomach facing the back, I can start to prepare. Okay? Okay.” Dixie came back up, as Tito went to get the equipment on his trolley, including the disinfectant swatches, and the needle gun. He had his dyes all sorted, the colours arranged, and now just waiting on the imprint stencil that was coming out the printer. It was coming up pretty well so far, and Dixie took a seat on a swivel stool on the other side of Logan. Tito snapped on some latex gloves, before he started to clean down Logan’s back. The oddest song came on the iPod. It was Dean Martin’s “Everybody loves somebody…sometime” Tito started to tap his toes in time to the song, as he worked. <3>

IceTe3a: He watches as Dixie strolls into the back insuring his gear would be safe back there “Yeah I think the safeties on love” he chuckled as he glanced over at Tito who was now asking him to go sit down allowing Tito access to his back, Nodding he casually strolled up to the chair where Tito had asked him to sit, spinning the chair around so the backrest was facing the opposite way, he sat down and leaned his chest on the backrest, as his arms rested ontop of the backrest. “Lets get started shall we” he was excited to see how the tattoo would look, as he waited for Tito to finish prepping his things. He glanced over at Dixie who was now sitting next to him, giving her a wink “Ready to watch me become one of your pieces of art?” he chuckles slightly at the pun. Tito started to clean down his back, he could feel the cold air rubbing up against his skin, The smell of Disinfectant was thick through the air “I love getting tattoo’s, The smell of the disinfectant, the noise of the gun and the warmth of the needle going against your cold skin just feels awesome” he chuckled slightly as he arched a brow to the now playing song of Dean martin everybody loves somebody “ Top song, bloke’s got a voice that’s for sure. Sway ain’t to bad either” he smiled as he glanced over to Dixie “Although nothing beats the good olds 50’s to 80’s in my eyes.”

CharlotteCarrendar: “Nothing beats…Dean.” Tito said proudly, finished with cleaning Logan’s back and tossing the wipes into the bin beside him. He took up the fine trace paper that had the outline of Dixie’s sketch and placed it smooth on Logan’s back, humming to himself in time to the music. He wanted to make sure he got it centred and the angle just right. It was an impressive piece of artwork, and even Tito had to comment. “Dixie…how you get this so good, huh?” Even he was curious. “You would be amazed what watching the Ned Kelly film, along with archive drawings of it can do for an artist.” Dixie was a bit chuff herself with the way it had come out. Tito pressed his hands on the imprinted paper, and smoothed it over, leaving it for a few minutes, and reaching for his coffee cup to take a sip. While he did that, Dixie answered Logan’s question about how she felt of him being a walking piece of her art. “I always love watching. I know Tito is one of the best in the game. You are in good hands, Logan.” She said with a cheery wink, resting her forearms on the swivel chair back which she was straddling. When the time was right, Tito pulled off the stencil marked paper, to reveal Dixie’s outline of Ned Kelly on Logan’s back. “BEEEAUTIFUL…now, I begin.” You could hear the hum of the needle gun machine firing up, as he placed the ink vial in the compartment, so it was ready to start. He then pressed down on the start of the outline, and the tattooing began. <3>

IceTe3a: He nodded at what Dixie had to say in return, commenting on how Tito was the best in the game “Righto, I’ll trust ya on that one” he smiled as he felt Tito press the Imprinted paper onto his back, smoothing it over as he left it there for a few minutes. His skin soaking in the fresh ink, allowing the outline to transfer from the paper to the skin on his back perfectly, after awhile Tito took the paper off to reveal the outline, hearing Tito praise the work so far he arched a brow “Look good eh?” as he remained still, his ears twitched as he heard the buzzing of the gun, time to get this started “Righto game on” he said just as Tito started to tattoo the outline, He didn’t flinch even once his body was that used to being tattoo’d that it never flinched, as for the pain it wasn’t unbearable but rather comforting as he suggested earlier “ We’re in for the long haul now, Ain’t we. So what shall we ‘ave a yarn about?” as he could feel Tito working away back there, he could feel his skills in tattooing being shown as Tito knew exactly how long his skin could handle one firm press before having to lift it before the skin burned from the friction.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Skilfully Tito worked the outline of the Ned Kelly sketch – lifting the needle back at the right time, and then wiping away the excess before setting the needle back in place and starting again. The drone of the machine rose and fell as it was put in use and then moved away. Tito didn’t talk much as he worked, preferring to hum along to the tunes being played at the time. Dixie on the other hand, was right there and able to keep Logan company as he was being worked on. No doubt this was going to take a while, and Logan’s ability to hold still as the needle was applied, showed that he knew this procedure down pact. Dixie tapped her lip for a moment, and then said. “I happen to have found this cute little cafe…kinda cool and its not far from here. The guy who owns it is from the Gold Coast, can you believe it? Sells all kinda home grown foods, and beers. Must have got some special licence, I don’t know. But anyway, I thought if you like, we could pop by there for a meal. He gets all the footy and cricket.” Dixie said with a firm nod. <3>

IceTe3a: He could feel exactly where Tito was working from the feel of his back, his piercing blue hues glance at Dixie as she taps her lips, he arches a brow and then hears her talk about some café she knows about ‘kinda cool and it’s not far from here. The guy who owns it is from the Gold Coast, can you believe it? Sells all kinda home grown foods, and beers. Must have got some special licence, I don’t know. But anyway, I thought if you like, we could pop by there for a meal. He gets all the footy and cricket’ he smiles lightly at the invite “Aussie food, Footy and beer? Say no more love, it’s a date” he nodded slightly to reconfirm this “So, what are your plan’s love? You gonna stay in this place for the rest of your life? Or is there more to you than that beautiful smile.” Arching a brow once more he wondered how the tattoo was looking, he really couldn’t wait to see how it faired as time passed by.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Logan’s question about what Dixie’s plans were for the future made her stop and think for a moment. “I know I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in a garage, that’s for sure. Maybe..open my own gallery. That would be the top of my list of lifelong goals.” She spoke with a sincerity as she showed of a shy smile, right as the bell to the shop rang. It was Roberto, Tito’s baby brother who had with him…Mamma. “Tito…I gotta leave the Mamma here. I got a rehearsel at the studio and they ban a Mamma.” Mamma was a grumpy frail looking old woman dressed in all black, with a black scarf on her head. She took up her hand bag and started to beat Roberto’s back with it. Abusing him in Italian as he cowered from the strikes. “Mamma mamma…I can’t a take you. You abuse the guests…and you peed on the couch in the green room. Mamma Mia!’ Without a second word he fled out the door, with Mamma chasing after him, tossing her bag at him before storming back inside. She stood there with a foul look on her face, as the sound of tyres screeching was heard. Roberto making a clean getaway. Dixie cringed, as Tito looked up from his work. “Oh..notta now. Dixie..please..get Mamma something to do…a magazine…or..or put on a movie outta back. Anything, but I can’t deal with dat woman. I worka.” Dixie did a small salute before approaching the elderly Mamma like she was approaching a great white. “Mamma..remember me? Dixie.” This, the Mamma did remember. She knew Tito liked her and then smiled a toothless grin. “Dixie!” Dixie nodded and led Mamma out back to put on a movie for her and make her a cup of tea. <3>

IceTe3a: He was busy talking to Dixie as someone else came in, talking about mamma he put it down to they were related as he glanced at the old woman and made a scrunched up face “ Bloody oath, what a old bat” he said reffering to the old lady, who was obviously Tito’s old mother he could not help but shake his head at the fact he had just insulted Tito’s mother.
IceTe3a: Glancing at the other man it kinda looked like Tito as well must be his brother, giving the bloke a slight nod he watched as he ran off out of the shop hearing tires screeched he arched a brow “If your brother hits my bike driving like a hoon, I’ll drag him round the shed” he said in a low tone, as he watched Dixie run off to take the elderly lady out round back. “Righto love, take er round the back of the shed” he said with a cheeky tone as she walked off. “Aye Tito mate, the hell’s all that about?” he chuckled slightly as he went over his head what exactly just happened, back in aussie the oldies weren’t that useless, but they were a hand full that’s for sure. “Tito, wanna see something mate? Course ya do” he chucked slightly as he glanced around the room to see if Dixie was back. “Tito, when Dixie come’s back look at her dead in the eyes and say Help a dingo stole my baby, watch and see what happens eh?” he said in a low tone so Tito could hear it but not Dixie unless she was right next to him. He hoped Tito would do as he requested, it be interesting to see her reaction to Tito saying it, “Why not put your mother in a care house mate, that way she’s off your back quicker than a jack rabbit on heat in spring”

CharlotteCarrendar: Dixie had set up Mamma out back with a nice cup of tea, and happened to find some old Rat pack movies on DVD for her to watch. Apparently she was a huge fan of old Blue eyes, and made herself comfortable, with some biscuits and her tea. The anger having left her as soon as the television came on. Least for now, she was under some control, but Dixie did worry about the couch. Leaving Mamma with a soft smile she came back around the corner, and shook her head. “Roberto is an idiot. What was he thinking bringing her here?” Dixie said, knowing how this was going to be answered. “Since Papa passed away, me and Roberto we share the care. I usually up all night with the Mamma. He supposed to take the day.” Clearly, he couldn’t cope with Mamma at his work, after she got banned for bad behaviour. Tito apologised to Logan saying. “Eh…family you know. Blood is thicker, but it’s a bitch.” That was all he could think of to say, as he tried to get back into doing the Ned Kelly tatt properly, which was coming along well, as he was near completed the outline. The shading was going to take a lot of work though. When Dixie did come back, Tito stuttered a moment, then said….”Helpa…a dingo steals my baby.” This had Dixie stop in her tracks, and she then burst out laughing. “You wally.” <3>

IceTe3a: Logan nodded as Tito explained his situation about his mother, so their father has died and tito and his brother look after their mother, Good on them. “Understandable mate, Family is family” He had no family of his own, his father had passed away 2 years ago and his mother died when he was 20, Only sibling although he did have cousins and aunts so forth, but they hardly got together and saw each other, he was mainly shunned from the family due to his lifestyle choices, a bad influence on the kids they told him. “Pfft”. He could feel the tattoo was coming along from where the needle has been and where it is now, but it wasn’t even half way done yet. His hues pick up Dixie’s movements as she came closer, he wondered if Tito was going to ‘Helpa…a dingo steals my baby.’ He smirked as he glanced up at Dixie “I’ll ave him true blue in no time, How’s it looking?” he arched a brow as he glanced up at the clock to see how long they’ve been sitting for, and then back to Dixie “So, I’ve been asking questions all morning, Anything eating at you that you’d like to ask? I know there must be something.” He chuckles slightly “I am a bikie after all, that’s usually the topic most choose to talk to me about” he said as he lifted his arm up and scratched his nose

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie checked the progression of the tattoo and so far Tito had managed to do most of the outline, which was pretty good going considering the distractions earlier. Dixie returned to sitting on the stool and rested her arms on the rounded back rest. “It’s looking ace from where I am sitting. Spot on to my illustration.” Dixie said confidently. Time was always the killer with tattoos, and Dixie was more than happy to strike up a conversation whilst the shop was reasonably quiet. All you could hear was the odd chatter coming from Mamma, when a favourite song came on. But going back to Logan, Dixie did have some curious questions. “Have you ever been really seriously injured riding your bike…and what make it is?” <3>

IceTe3a: He smiles as she said his tattoo is ace, sounds like he’ll love it; can’t wait until its finished so he can lay his eyes on his new tattoo. Of course allowing others to ask any questions they wanted to him there would be the odd weird one but generally it was all the same, so he listened to Dixie asking her questions before he rubbed his chin “Hurt eh? Never fallen off her before so there’s a good thing, I’ve been clipped by a stray bullet before” he points to the circler scar on his left shoulder, actually if someone knew what they were looking for they’d notice he’s had a couple different weapon scars across his body among them 3 bullet wounds. Chuckling slightly he was reminded of a past time “There was this one time, I was sleeping on the side of the road after a long drive, leaning against me bike. She decided I’d had enough sleep and fell on top of me” he shook his head in laughter “Apart from that, not really, Oh I once got a stray part of my jeans caught in the chain whilst riding” he said as he pulled out the big blade and pointed the hilt of the blade towards her as he held the point “Cut er out whilst riding with this, otherwise I doubt I’d be here today.” as he glanced out of the window to his bike “Yeah love she’s a 2003 Anniversary Softail Harley Davidson, Love her with all my heart, Like your bikes doll?” his hues glance back at hers as he waits for her to answer.