Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Nov 18, 2021 18:53:40 GMT -5
Naoki smirks, having enjoyed their little game. “I could be talked into that without much trouble,” she says, glancing at Cuate.
As Coatl is thinking, Naoki packs up the chess set, returning the pieces to their respective drawers and sliding the entire thing off to the side.
When he speaks again, Naoki curls an eyebrow. One phrase gives her pause, and she blinks. “Smarter than I appear, hm?”
Naoki fixes Coatl with a look, a second look more pointed than the first, and then a third look, as she stands, moves to lean on the table adjacent to him, and folds her arms under her chest. “I’ll... take that as a compliment,” Naoki eventually decides. “Only because I fancy you,” she says, waving one finger at him. The smirk might give away that she is, in part, joking, but she doesn’t say as much aloud.
“You may absolutely come by and peruse what few tomes remain in my personal collection,” Naoki continues. “I have a few in my tent and a few more still aboard The Depravity. I’ll probably consolidate them in my house, once it’s built, and you’re welcome to visit any time, to read, or for any other reason.”
“We’ll need to speak more sometime soon on the specifics of your duties, where your office might be, and things of that nature, but that can wait, and I think we can conclude the business side of things for now,” she says. “Unless there’s aught else you’d like to discuss. I’ve set aside the afternoon.”
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Nov 20, 2021 15:41:47 GMT -5
Eeeeeeeehehehe you're in trouble. Cuate said this with a whispered tone but it was completely audible to Lady Naoki.Coatl's tight lipped smirk was so tight the corners of his lips could have snapped almonds. Careful, she says that to all the handsome men. Once again this was whispered and completely audible. Lady Naoki had done something that very, very few women could make Coatl do. He blushed, ever so slightly. (Of course she had some help from Cuate). He shook his head, a satisfied exasperation. This conversation had been a lot more enjoyable and enlightening than he'd expected. "I'm much obliged Miss Naoki. Thank you kindly." He said gentlemanly. To her offer to continue, Coatl sighed and started to get up from his chair. "This has been a wonderful conversation but, unfortunately I need to get back to work. I've got to set things in order for some future projects; I foresee a high probability Miss Katiana Graves is going to drag me along on an excursion one of these days and there's been talk from my own clan about forcing me to take a little break." Actually...Coatl paused to look up at his spirit guardian. Could I stay behind for a few minutes, if it's alright with both of you?
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Nov 22, 2021 18:05:47 GMT -5
Naoki is capable of a wide range of facial expressions, but looking at her you wouldn’t know it, because all she does is smirk.
“Ah, and see here I had planned on keeping you the whole afternoon.” Naoki makes a show of sighing in disappointment, tsk tsk tsk-ing, and shaking her head. “Though it would be selfish of me to keep you all to myself for so long,” she supposes. “If you really have to go, we’ll just have to spend some time together another time,” she resolves, waving a finger at Coatl. That part she’s not joking about.
Cuate’s request to stay comes as a bit of a surprise, but Naoki nods. “Of course. Stay as long as you’d like,” she says. A glance to Coatl, a small shrug, and she nods: this is fine with her, and she’ll see him later.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Nov 29, 2021 15:55:03 GMT -5
Coatl bowed slightly to Lady Naoki and waved off Cuate. "Don't take too long now. I'll need you if a man-eating breadbasket stalks me on the way back to camp." (The man-eating tree had spawned a running joke among the Imilla people.) Upon exiting, he'd of course ask the guard to give him his pitchfork back.
Cuate's sylph form waved back and then float down to the edge of the table. She sat down on its edge, or at least simulated doing so as her butt could have easily drifted through it if it wavered. She crossed her legs, and her softly glowing ethereal ovals for eyes turned to Lady Naoki.
Coatl's... not likely to be taken in by your, um... your appeal. His heart needs mending you see. But uh, on the other hand, well...
She levitated off the ledge and drifted over to Naoki's side, ghostly hair still bobbing and drifting as if underwater. She leaned on nothing, her body tilted so that her head was about at Naoki's shoulder height.
Sometimes I wish I had spent more time exploring that side of me when I was alive. I could, perhaps, be persuaded to take Coatl's place on that ledger of favors of yours.
Slowly, carefully, she placed a hand towards Lady Naoki's sternum. Her fingers were clearly defined now, an unmistakable young woman's hand. Naoki would feel a very real, not-imaginary warmth on her chest which would radiate throughout her whole torso, a warmth like warm coffee on a cold morning, or a fireplace on a snowy night.
If I try a bit, I can feel your heartbeat inside myself. I can feel warmth, and fear. If I focus hard enough, I can probably feel other things too.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Dec 15, 2021 1:06:45 GMT -5
Naoki waves to Coatl as he departs before looking to Cuate, curious to see what it is that they’d like to discuss. As she listens, ears pointed forward, Naoki’s eyebrows rise. They rise and rise, until they’re nearly floating beside Cuate.
She opens her mouth to respond, but no sound comes out. Naoki is left momentarily speechless by this most interesting development but seizes the moment by placing her hand overtop Cuate’s and leaning in, drawn toward the warmth.
She exhales and gathers her thoughts. "There are a great many good jokes that would fit here,” Naoki informs Cuate, speaking quite softly now. “For now, I’ll settle for ‘and here I thought you chose someone who took after yourself,’ but you can expect more later.”
“And you know that you don’t need to,” Naoki adds, moving back a bit and reaching for the collar of her dress. “‘Coatl will receive everything he needs regardless,’ ‘the favoritism I show is always personal,’ ‘I believe I still owe you a few favors in any case,' and so on and so forth.”
In what may be a new personal best for her, Naoki’s clothing, which was on her person when she started talking, is now folded on the table. Another moment and her hair is tied back out of the way.
“But you also don’t need to ask twice.” Extending her hand, Naoki attempts to mimic Cuate's gesture and place her hand on the sylph's chest. It may pass through the first time, but this seems like a fine first step for the sort of hijinks she intends to commit.
“I have a few… you know. Tricks, and that.” A wiggle of Naoki’s fingers is suggestive but doesn’t quite speak to the breadth or potency of said ‘tricks’. “I think some may be to your liking if you’re not opposed to my experimenting a bit.” There will be a certain amount of trial and error, a certain amount of awkwardness involved in an undertaking such as this, but Naoki is prepared to commit herself fully to the challenge, given a word of approval.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Dec 21, 2021 18:48:06 GMT -5
Cuate's glowing opals for eyes flickered as Lady Naoki unveiled herself with supernatural speed.
Well, they say it takes a thousand hours to master a skill. If there was anyone in the world who could master undressing themselves in the blink of an eye...
With a bit of effort, Cuate's form had weight to it. It wasn't quite solid, but it was more than mist. Contact was warm. It made the blood flow. And yet it was perfectly modulated; there was no burn, no discomfort. There was a bit of light to it, an almost divine presence.
Once I was bound to morals and destiny, a prisoner to my own story. In a way I'm more bound than ever before and yet-
Cuate's fingertips grazed Naoki's sides, and there was a spark. It was literal lightning, but very gentle, very... intentional.
I feel freer than I've ever felt.
She leaned in closer, and hot ectoplasm in the shape of a young woman blanketed Lady Naoki.
I'm very much down to experiment. Like your little poltergeist in a jar.
<<Fade to black>>
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Feb 13, 2022 1:13:29 GMT -5
“Can ghosts moan?” This is the principal question Naoki seeks to solve during her time with Cuate in the tent. Making use of the particular tricks and talents granted to her by her demonic affiliations — which, along with the usual ones, include some soul-touching, soul-manipulation, soul-touchy-feely-lewd-soul-on-soul-things-type powers. Naoki is out here pushing the very boundaries of what is and is not possible. And in so doing, she ends up exposing herself like never before, and the experience turns out to be one of the most intimate she’s had. Baring your very soul to another is about as intimate of an act as can be committed, and most of the time, it’s being done figuratively.
This is not necessarily what Naoki planned when she woke up this morning, but it’s not every day you get the opportunity to bang a ghost. And damn, did she ever! Perhaps the best that’s ever done it, though perhaps that’s not for her to say. Even so, Naoki finds the whole thing quite enjoyable and invites Cuate to come back “absolutely any time at all” for some more where that came from.
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