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 Apr 18, 2021 15:03:52 GMT -5
“Oh, no?” Naoki’s smirk w i d e n s. “Oh, ho ho ho.”
“Well, I’ll have something new to show you after all,” she says, clearly extremely pleased with herself.
“But in the interest of disclosure, I should probably tell you,” she supposes. “And don’t go stabbing me when I tell you this, but I made a deal with some demons.”
“I’m not sure if yours was the same way or if you ever had reason to know, but the way the nether realms were structured when I dealt with them…”
Naoki explains, in brief, the seven circles of The Hellscape (one for each sin), their competing interests, and how they gained power (through activities in the mortal realm relating to their associated sin).
As she does, she casually removes the peacoat she’s been wearing all day, and leaves it draped over the back of her chair.
“So it made sense for me to get in bed, both literally and metaphorically, with the Lust demons. The original terms of the contract were such that I would channel lust energy down to them as I came across it in the course of conducting my ‘business as usual’, and they would allow me to channel some of that energy back up to use for my own nefarious ends. But over the years, the Hellscape-landscape changed, and with my significant contributions, I was able to negotiate a series of... favorable amendments, let’s say, to that initial deal I made.”
“Including,” she continues, standing to unbutton her blouse, “Regaining the rights to my soul after death. That’s mine again, which is nice, but I’ve also selectively adopted some demonic powers relating to lust and my ability to more effectively perpetrate it. I used to be able to use them freely, but ever since The Mist settled in, I haven’t felt any connection to the Hellscape. I hope they’re alright and all, but…”
“You like cold tea, yes? Because I’m very hot.” Stepping closer, Naoki places her hand on top of Alden’s. Her fingers, long and delicate, work their way in between his girthy, muscled digits, pulling his hand into hers. When the tender flesh of her palm meets his rough, calloused skin, it doesn’t quite sizzle audibly, but it feels like it’s coming damn close.
Leaning in to whisper, Naoki’s voice drops to a sultry undertone Alden has probably heard before. “Basically, what I’m saying is: I’ll show you. In the bed. Right now, if you please.” And her words even have an edge that goes beyond what he may have heard, an edge of hunger. This is a Naoki that has been deprived, and all this talk clearly has her worked up. She’ll not abide a moment more of prattle, as she tugs him over toward the fur-covered bed.
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Apr 18, 2021 15:24:54 GMT -5
Listening to the entire explanation Alden drums his fingers. He is a better audience than he once was, mostly in that his expression actually changed appropriately as the story was unfolded. Better than the stony mask the Alden she knew often adopted in such circumstances. It was an odd story to hear as it was in stark contrast to the one he knew. A Naoki who had brokered a deal with different powers, specifically the fae, earning herself quite a few perks as had this one. Similar concepts, vastly different entities and potentially results as the fae's powers had limited application in the bedroom beyond glamours.
Still, this was not something that Alden found himself at liberty to discuss in that particular moment. It appeared as though the time for words was well passed as she wraps her fingers entwining them with his trying to tug him up and toward the bed. However, if the time for talk was over and it was a time for action then he saw little need to leave his empress waiting. Instead of letting her tug him up, he would tug her towards him. Baring significant resistance on her part, he would try to pull her in close enough so he can capture her lips with his own. The kiss far from chaste and filled with a surprising amount of passion for the odd man.
"Then let's cool you off."
Regardless if he managed to claim his kiss, he would growl that to her in a low husky voice she had certainly never heard before. Naoki was quite dominant but Alden was far from submissive and it wasn't as though he was feeling any less deprived after all that time on that ship. She'd find herself quite well matched it would seem. He would then be more than happy to rise from his chair and all but scoop her off her feet to get her to that fur-covered bed of hers. The man's runes were not as powerful as they had been but they would still make him quite the excellent choice for the poor deprived empress to finally relieve her pent-up tension.
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 May 12, 2021 17:41:41 GMT -5
Alden would find Naoki quite receptive, not just off the kiss, but of all he has to give. Usually, during the first time with someone, it's a complex performance to manage the pace, expectations, position, and gradually coax her partner into giving her what she wants. It's far from Alden's first time with her, though, and that much is made clear. He knows what she likes and how she likes it, and he's well equipped and well-motivated to deliver, leaving Naoki with little more to do than luxuriate and receive. It's glorious — this is the sort of treatment she rightfully deserves, without hardly any maneuvering, haranguing, or coaxing required to get it. Alden has been trained very well indeed, and Naoki allows him this opportunity to show what he's learned with minimal instruction from her.
Which is not to say Naoki is a bump on a log — far from it. She’s having a wonderful time, and, true to her word, Naoki shows Alden the aforementioned tattoo. It's below her navel, in the shape of a rose outlined by tentacles. It's a deep crimson at first, but glows increasingly bright shades of red reactively as she finds increasingly higher degrees of pleasure. A useful feature, she thought, intended for the likes of Alden to exploit. He'd also notice she feels different. Hotter, definitely, and more enjoyable in some ways. However, nothing especially exotic, no scales or tentacles, overbearing lust magic or any of that. "Another night," she whispers, "I just want to see what— ... ~ah, what you can do."
And at the end, Naoki certainly seems satisfied with what he can do. It's only a few hours (a very reasonable length of time) before she calls him off, putting a hand on Alden’s shoulder to slow his movement and pull him down to lie next to her in the bed. “That’s... enough…” she says, “For now. Save some for tomorrow.” Because they could both keep going, but in this instance, Naoki is showing some restraint. Because now it’s time to cuddle. A rare honor, bestowed in this case because Naoki doesn’t yet have the luxury of a distinct laying bed and sleeping bed, and in addition, Alden doesn’t have any other bed at present. But she’ll be dictating the arrangements here, and she’s quick about arranging things, too. She will be the little spoon, utilizing Alden’s bicep as a pillow, with a big fluffy blanket over the both of them, the candle blown out, and the tea forgotten on the table.
All said? A wild success. Naoki worried that she might not have suitable company here in the new world, but if Alden can keep this pace, she doesn’t have anything to worry about, and she suspects he can.
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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 May 13, 2021 22:35:47 GMT -5
It’s been some time since she landed, and things are coming along swimmingly. Wooden buildings going up, food supplies are adequate, and people are beginning to get sorted into appropriate jobs. But that’s far from what’s on Naoki’s mind right now. See, her connection to The Hellscape has been severed or blocked or something like that, so she can’t call on its power to manifest demonic lust magic, as she used to so enjoy. However, as the connection isn’t operational, it also seems like all of the lust she harvests doesn’t have anywhere to go, and is just sort of... accumulating, on her person. Considering she’s spent most every night so far with Alden, there’s an awful lot of it. Not only is it affecting her, making her a bit randier than usual, but lately, it’s taken to radiating off her in waves, affecting others. She’s drawing more looks than usual, and a few have been brazen enough to proposition her outright. It’s an incredible, empowering feeling, but it’s beginning to get in the way of work. She went to hand a pageboy a work order today, and her hand must have brushed against his because the poor lad just collapsed, moaning, so she had to walk over and deliver it herself. After that, she decided to return to her tent, because she’s got to do something about all this magic. She could whip up some tentacles or do some other bodily modification and have a bit of fun with it, but it’d take hours to put a dent in the reserves she’s accumulated and that wouldn’t be very productive. Considering all the trouble she went through to gather all this, Naoki would like to do something more substantial. All manner of incredibly indecent and depraved acts make their way through Naoki’s mind as she sits on the edge of her bed, considers. Her eyes roam and eventually settle on the bookshelf. They linger there for a moment before lighting up. “ Ahah.” Moving to the shelf, she pulls out a whole section of books, laying them to the side. Pressing on the false back of the bookshelf, a panel clicks and slides away, revealing a trove of more books hidden behind. After sorting through those, Naoki finds the one she was looking for. It’s a large book — a tome, even, bound in purple letter and quite thick. Wes’ Grand Compendium of Summoning, by Wes the Wizard, a legendary summoner of an age long since past. Almost certainly the only copy that now remains, from the three she owned back in Isra. An incredible stroke of not luck, but Prophetic Foresight on her part for having hidden it here, in the tent. She thought that one day she’d want some company while she was out camping in this damn tent, and she was right.
A few hours later, the preparations are almost complete. Right there on the floor of her tent, the rugs shifted aside, there is now a pentagon inscribed in the floorboards, its channels filled evenly with an herbal admixture, with balls of electrum sunk into its points. Around it, a series of runes, carefully transcribed, are drawn with powdered chalk and silver, their meaning dictating the nature of being she intends to summon. A tertiary circle of smaller runes runs around these as well, an optional feature to keep things quiet and contained. As Naoki slots the last electrum ball into place, the entire thing hums a bit — a confirmation that it’s working, at least, if not quite ideal. But it’s what she has, and Naoki shrugs. It’ll work. It’s a good thing she stocked these supplies in the tent as well, otherwise, it'd be a whole series of quests to procure all these things. Now for the ritual... [The manner in which Naoki channels energy into the circle for summoning is unimportant and has been omitted for brevity.]
Instead, let it suffice to say, magic happens. Naoki moans, there’s a flash of bright light, and the summoning ritual is complete. The stars clear from her eyes, the smoke clears from the summoning circle, and there’s something, some one there. “Ah, hello,” Naoki offers, blinking to clear her vision.
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Laute, the Gourmet Glutton
Established
First Child of Gula, Devourer of Studiose
Roleplay posts: 27
Appearance: Inhumanly pallid and freckled in onyx, Laute is an odd figure at first sight. When one adds the curved horns, the bovine ears, and demonic writing across her skin, you get something decidedly hellish. Her eyes are yellow with a rectangular pupil, just like a goat's, and she sports a pair of powerful hooves in place of feet. Her hair is incredibly thick and appears to absorb the light around it, leaving it devoid of texture to the eye. A long, tufted tail lashes from her lower back.
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Skills and Abilities: Laute's purpose is to overindulge in fine things, thus having a heightened sense of smell and taste. She can detect a variety of poisons, provided she's run into them before. Limited control over fire, frost, and smoke are all within her domain. Should her master (currently Naoki) wish it, she can change forms into anything typically affiliated with glutton, all of which include but are not limited to piglike, oxlike, and snakelike shapes.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 13:18:24 GMT -5
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Post by Laute, the Gourmet Glutton on May 17, 2021 1:31:37 GMT -5
In the midst of the smoke was a beastly figure cast in shadows. It twitched and howled with a great many mouths silhouetted against the walls of the tent. A plethora of arms rose up from the pentagram, palms flat against the ground as to pull the apparition from the circle. A voice like popping coals and sizzling embers filled the room. From the center of the mass rose up a humanoid shadow, flames spilling forth from outstretched hands and soulless eye sockets. The flames spread along its body, transforming it as the figure turned and threw its hands up. As the fire burned away the shadow it revealed pale, freckled skin, hair dark as char, and eyes like glowing embers. In so many ways it looked human, were it not for the oxen features scattered across her body, starting with a curled pair of horns, down to her drooping ears, lashing tail, and powerful hooves. The flames around her body intensified once more before vanishing in a bout of steam, from which materialized a rain of herbs decorating her naked flesh, including an apple that fell ceremoniously into her mouth like a pig dressed at a feast. With a crisp bite, she pulled the fruit from her lips, letting the juice drip down her chin, before spreading her arms and announcing her name with a dashing smile:
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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 May 21, 2021 0:28:34 GMT -5
In the midst of the smoke was a beastly figure cast in shadows. It twitched and howled with a great many mouths silhouetted against the walls of the tent. A plethora of arms rose up from the pentagram, palms flat against the ground as to pull the apparition from the circle. A voice like popping coals and sizzling embers filled the room. From the center of the mass rose up a humanoid shadow, flames spilling forth from outstretched hands and soulless eye sockets. The flames spread along its body, transforming it as the figure turned and threw its hands up. As the fire burned away the shadow it revealed pale, freckled skin, hair dark as char, and eyes like glowing embers. In so many ways it looked human, were it not for the oxen features scattered across her body, starting with a curled pair of horns, down to her drooping ears, lashing tail, and powerful hooves. The flames around her body intensified once more before vanishing in a bout of steam, from which materialized a rain of herbs decorating her naked flesh, including an apple that fell ceremoniously into her mouth like a pig dressed at a feast. With a crisp bite, she pulled the fruit from her lips, letting the juice drip down her chin, before spreading her arms and announcing her name with a dashing smile: Naoki looks on with rapt attention as her summoning ritual unfolds. There’s a great deal more to it than any of her previous summonings, and it’s quite the show. Once it’s finished, Naoki claps, as that seems appropriate. “Bravo, bravo! What an entrance, such pageantry!” Looking her summon up and down, Naoki runs her tongue across her upper lip and nods, approving. This isn’t exactly what she had in mind, but she’ll do quite nicely. “Welcome, Laute,” Naoki gestures expansively, “To the mortal realm — this new one, such as it is. I am Lady Naoki; it was I who summoned you, and I who you will be serving. … I had worried that my makeshift circle wouldn’t produce satisfactory results in this environment, but at first blush, I like your manner, and think you’ll do well to suit my needs.” She beckons with one finger. “Step over here — mind the runes. Allow me to examine you, and tell me of yourself. Tell me of your tastes, of what you enjoy.”
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Laute, the Gourmet Glutton
Established
First Child of Gula, Devourer of Studiose
Roleplay posts: 27
Appearance: Inhumanly pallid and freckled in onyx, Laute is an odd figure at first sight. When one adds the curved horns, the bovine ears, and demonic writing across her skin, you get something decidedly hellish. Her eyes are yellow with a rectangular pupil, just like a goat's, and she sports a pair of powerful hooves in place of feet. Her hair is incredibly thick and appears to absorb the light around it, leaving it devoid of texture to the eye. A long, tufted tail lashes from her lower back.
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Skills and Abilities: Laute's purpose is to overindulge in fine things, thus having a heightened sense of smell and taste. She can detect a variety of poisons, provided she's run into them before. Limited control over fire, frost, and smoke are all within her domain. Should her master (currently Naoki) wish it, she can change forms into anything typically affiliated with glutton, all of which include but are not limited to piglike, oxlike, and snakelike shapes.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 13:18:24 GMT -5
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Post by Laute, the Gourmet Glutton on May 22, 2021 2:52:07 GMT -5
The summon seemed rather pleased with herself, lips curving upward in a smug grin that Naoki become acquainted with looking in the mirror. "A pleasure," she began, stepping out of the circle cautiously. She was surprised to see the complete lack of a protective sigil accompanying the summoning area, but she certainly wasn't disappointed!
"You are rather confident." Her hoof clopped onto the ground softly. "Most summoners would lure me out before destroying their protective sigils just to see how well it worked. Honestly, even if I am a demon, it becomes rather annoying." She paused to think, then smiled again. "Thank you, I suppose." Her voice had a scratchy, dark quality to it, but not so much that it was unpleasant.
She took some time to look herself over when she approached the cat woman, running her hands over her skin, her horns, and her hair with a musing expression. "Impressive. Most of my summoners would not have me take such a form. When people of this realm summon demons, they normally like them to look... like demons." She quirked a brow with a chuckle. "The number of kings who would call upon me in the form of a pig, only to have me check if his meals were poisoned, are numbered too great, in my opinion. It does not disgruntle me so much if the food is grand, but too many knew nothing of the word spice."
She took another moment to think, though her eyes danced over the creature before her.
"I am called the Gourmet Glutton, Eater of the Epicurean, Conneusseur of Comestibles- might I go on? I am a Child of Glutton, but it is not quantity that I crave; it is quality! All the finest foods, both rare and splendiferously prepared? I want it! Even if I have to make it myself. There are so many gifts the physical realms have to offer, and the tongue is but one of them. So, tell me, O Master, what can this famished servant do for 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 May 24, 2021 21:43:14 GMT -5
As Laute speaks, Naoki takes a turn about her, examining. Naoki feels the texture of her skin, inspects the fur on her legs, and her hooves. She tests the heft of a breast in one hand, looks in Laute’s eyes, and spends more than a moment rubbing the tip of one oxen ear between thumb and forefinger, briefly enamored by the way it feels.
After Laute finishes speaking, Naoki stands before her with a hand on her chin, deep in thought. There’s silence for a moment, before Naoki's stomach growls audibly.
“Oh, oh.” Realization dawns in waves. “OH.” Naoki’s hand goes to her forehead. “See, I, oh, oh, oh. I get it.”
“I’m not nude simply for the thrill of it, I intended to summon a lust demon, see.” A few steps take Naoki over to the summoning circle, where she points out one section in particular. “It’s this phrase here, it translates to, ‘Bring me one to state my desires’, but in this case, the word ‘desires’ is interchangeable with — or also means, ‘hunger’, in the common tongue. Most of the time, that refers to my lewd desires, my hunger for a partner, that sort of thing. I’ve used this same incantation before without issues and got lust demons every time. But you’re here to sate my hunger, as in the literal hunger, belonging to my stomach. … I get it!”
“Perhaps lust demons are on backorder?” Naoki puts a hand to her chin. “I suppose I shouldn’t be summoning demons on an empty stomach.” She chuckles, having amused herself.
“I didn’t know that would work,” She admits, moving away to consult her book, sitting open on the table. “I didn’t know you could use explicitly typed demonic magic to summon demons of different types. That’s why you look like that, for one thing. And there must be some other effect…”
Naoki is quiet for a moment as she reads, before nodding some more. “It says here that it’s not suggested, and it’s not quite as efficient, but you should be alright. You might find yourself with lustful desires, on account of the type of mana fueling your physical form, and I might find myself with ‘impulses based on the demon’s affinity’ — which I would assume will manifest as cravings for fine food. … But you said you cook, yes?”
Closing the heavy tome, Naoki returns to Laute. “Why not be my cook, then? I’ve had a demon cook once before, and he was the best. If you’re even a third as talented as he, you’d still be head and shoulders above any mortal — not even just those that remain, and far and away the best in this camp.”
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Laute, the Gourmet Glutton
Established
First Child of Gula, Devourer of Studiose
Roleplay posts: 27
Appearance: Inhumanly pallid and freckled in onyx, Laute is an odd figure at first sight. When one adds the curved horns, the bovine ears, and demonic writing across her skin, you get something decidedly hellish. Her eyes are yellow with a rectangular pupil, just like a goat's, and she sports a pair of powerful hooves in place of feet. Her hair is incredibly thick and appears to absorb the light around it, leaving it devoid of texture to the eye. A long, tufted tail lashes from her lower back.
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Skills and Abilities: Laute's purpose is to overindulge in fine things, thus having a heightened sense of smell and taste. She can detect a variety of poisons, provided she's run into them before. Limited control over fire, frost, and smoke are all within her domain. Should her master (currently Naoki) wish it, she can change forms into anything typically affiliated with glutton, all of which include but are not limited to piglike, oxlike, and snakelike shapes.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 13:18:24 GMT -5
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Post by Laute, the Gourmet Glutton on May 25, 2021 1:18:54 GMT -5
The demon did not seem perturbed in the slightest as the Catwoman perused her form and continued to lecture her on her particular sect of gluttony. When Naoki pointed out her unvarnished state, Laute also opened her mouth to say, "Oh!" and with a nod, stated, "Indeed, you are naked. I suppose it's been quite a while since I was last in the material realm." She tapped her chin, then looked down. "As am I. Well, I hope you aren't too disappointed, though you don't seem to be."
As Naoki further explained their situation, Laute nodded again, ruminated, hmmm'd, then smiled a tiny smile. "You need a cook? Then I shall cook. So long as I can sample all that I create, I will be happy. I do wonder what spices and garnishes this world has to offer. What delicacies!" She licked her lips, as Naoki did, but with a different image in mind.
When she brought up demons of other types, Laute nodded excitedly. "There were five children of Glutton: Laute, myself, eater of things luxurious and costly; Studiose, eater of things too finely prepared; Nimis, the superfluous eater; Praepropere, the hasty eater; and Ardenter, the greedy feaster." She put down one finger, put her chin down toward her chest, and smiled meekly. "I... have absorbed Studiose, so to speak, and now rule over both sects." With a shrug and a sigh, she stood straight. "But that is what happens when one has too many children, is it not?"
The demon seemed curious about Naoki's explanation of the mana fueling her. She clicked her nails against one another excitedly. "Is that so! You know, I never had the pleasure of exploring other sins. Kings of times long past would occasionally put me to bed but it was not a desire of mine so long as I was eating. They would go at it, some not caring what form I took! They did seem to have a liking for pigs, however." She crossed her arms and tilted her head.
"Are you sure you are sated with a demon of glutton? Do not mistake me, I would rather be in this realm than my own, but one of my cousins might be more your taste. I haven't the experience you need."
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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 May 25, 2021 17:09:01 GMT -5
Listening, Naoki nods along but furrows her brow at the second mention of pigs. It sort of sounded as much, but this confirms it: this demon she’s pulled is from an entirely separate incarnation of the underworld than the Hellscape Naoki’s used to dealing with. That’s a little bit troubling, but Laute here seems easy enough to work with, at least.
In response to Laute’s question, Naoki shrugs. “I would rather have a lust demon, yes, but yours isn’t a sin I’m disinterested in. If I chose a second favorite sin, it would be Gluttony, without question, and of those ‘children' you listed, indulging in fine things…?” Trailing off, Naoki nods vigorously. She’s very into that.
“That, and I’ve more or less expended the reservoir of mana I’d built up over the past few weeks summoning you. Magic is harder to come by in this part of the world than I’d like, so if I’d like to do another summons, I would need to build up about that same amount again — which would take... a bit of time, at least.” Considering the prospect, Naoki glances away and bites her lip, but returns swiftly to the matter at hand.
“And while I’m on the topic, I’ll warn you,” Naoki wags a finger, “No superfluous magic! The nature of the binding, you’ll be able to manifest whatever magics you’re capable of and perhaps some of mine, but you’ll be pulling from my pool, and the only way I have to replenish it at present is through intercourse. … Which isn’t any trouble, per se,” she adds, “But it is a rate-limited sort of thing, I have official duties to attend to, and can’t spend all day in bed so you can flash-fry all your food. You’ll need to make use of mundane techniques wherever you can, and save the special stuff for when it matters, for when you’re cooking something special for me or my guests.”
“All of that said, though, I’m sure you’ll be able to sate me.” Naoki pats Laute on the shoulder, reassuring. “After all, I don’t have any chef right now, and haven’t for months. My refined palate deserves better than the drivel I’ve been forced to eat, and if you can remedy that, I think we’ll get along fine, and you’ll be well worth keeping around.”
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Laute, the Gourmet Glutton
Established
First Child of Gula, Devourer of Studiose
Roleplay posts: 27
Appearance: Inhumanly pallid and freckled in onyx, Laute is an odd figure at first sight. When one adds the curved horns, the bovine ears, and demonic writing across her skin, you get something decidedly hellish. Her eyes are yellow with a rectangular pupil, just like a goat's, and she sports a pair of powerful hooves in place of feet. Her hair is incredibly thick and appears to absorb the light around it, leaving it devoid of texture to the eye. A long, tufted tail lashes from her lower back.
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Skills and Abilities: Laute's purpose is to overindulge in fine things, thus having a heightened sense of smell and taste. She can detect a variety of poisons, provided she's run into them before. Limited control over fire, frost, and smoke are all within her domain. Should her master (currently Naoki) wish it, she can change forms into anything typically affiliated with glutton, all of which include but are not limited to piglike, oxlike, and snakelike shapes.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 13:18:24 GMT -5
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Post by Laute, the Gourmet Glutton on May 26, 2021 20:31:25 GMT -5
As Naoki gave her a list of rules and the general sense of their situation and bond, Laute regarded her with a look of fascination. She wasn't at all like the majority of her previous masters, as she regarded her more like a trade partner rather than a slave or a pet. Already, the Gourmet Glutton could tell that this visit was going to be much more entertaining than her other forays.
"Mundane techniques are the best way to prepare food. The longer one has to wait, the better it tastes... or so I find. There's a timing to it, of course. Do tell me, what do you all have available to you right now?" She started toward the entrance of the tent, motioning to open up the flaps and look outside. "A smokehouse? A kitchen? Salt cellars? What of your ingredients and your spices? Do you have milk for cheese? Grapes for wine? Honey for mead? What material world have I dropped into and do you recognize any such things? Oh, and is cannibalism taboo here? One can never be too sure."
On and on she went, gazing out into the clear sky, feeling the humid air on her skin, made cold by the breeze that danced through her hair shortly after. She closed her eyes and breathed in slowly, deeply, taking in all of the smells of the camp.
Ah, there it was: there were humans here, definitely, but so much more. She could smell the brine of the sea, the smell of cooked meat, the ferment of wine in oak barrels.
"This is familiar," she told Lady Naoki. "But also unfamiliar. I cannot pick out the majority of those plants."
A wide, toothy smile, manic as the demon she was, spread from ear to ear. A bolt of excitement shuddered through her body, extending to her new master.
"Splendid!"
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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 May 28, 2021 5:22:14 GMT -5
After Laute is finished speaking, there’s a very long pause. Naoki doesn’t say anything for a time and instead waits for Laute to turn around.
Upon turning around, Laute would see that Naoki has upended the tent’s small table, and is now crouched behind it. Only Naoki’s head is visible, peeking out over the edge of the table. Her eyebrows are low, her ears flattened, and lips are pressed together in an expression of amused exasperation. Naoki sighs, deeply.
“Laute? … You are naked.” Naoki reminds her, sticking one hand up over the edge of the table to point.
“Which is not a problem per se,” she supposes. “Not when you look like that. In fact, seeing you from this angle makes me think you’d look great in nothing but an apron, bent over a counter, but that’s beside the point."
“What’s more important: I am naked. I don’t think anyone is suffering under the misconception that I’m in here by myself, fully clothed, but we needn’t ruin the mystery, hm? I’ll tell you about the state of the camp and all, but first, close the tent, would you, please?” Naoki smiles.
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Laute, the Gourmet Glutton
Established
First Child of Gula, Devourer of Studiose
Roleplay posts: 27
Appearance: Inhumanly pallid and freckled in onyx, Laute is an odd figure at first sight. When one adds the curved horns, the bovine ears, and demonic writing across her skin, you get something decidedly hellish. Her eyes are yellow with a rectangular pupil, just like a goat's, and she sports a pair of powerful hooves in place of feet. Her hair is incredibly thick and appears to absorb the light around it, leaving it devoid of texture to the eye. A long, tufted tail lashes from her lower back.
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Skills and Abilities: Laute's purpose is to overindulge in fine things, thus having a heightened sense of smell and taste. She can detect a variety of poisons, provided she's run into them before. Limited control over fire, frost, and smoke are all within her domain. Should her master (currently Naoki) wish it, she can change forms into anything typically affiliated with glutton, all of which include but are not limited to piglike, oxlike, and snakelike shapes.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 13:18:24 GMT -5
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Post by Laute, the Gourmet Glutton on May 28, 2021 20:11:41 GMT -5
The demon turned her head to look at Naoki, arms still extended to hold the tent flaps open. Her mouth opened in a little "o" before she gently closed them once more. Laute gave Naoki a brilliant smile to cover up for her mistake. "As you wish, O Wanton One. I do forget that people prefer to practice sin in private. It is quite amusing that although everyone likes it, so much of it is looked down upon." She shrugged, then waltzed toward her contractor.
"Will that be my first order?" Laute raised a brow amusedly. "I will admit, being bent over will make it a challenge to cook. Such challenges are not above me, however." She then paused to think. "Is it a custom to wear only an apron in this land?"
Truly a Daughter of Glutton and not one of Lust.
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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 May 31, 2021 5:06:23 GMT -5
“Were I not so hungry, it would be,” Naoki says, “You can expect it later, certainly.”
“For now…” She stands. “There’s much to tell, but I’ll give you the shorter version, we’ll dress, and then see about something to eat.”
“I was…” Naoki begins, wriggling back into her sweaterdress, “At one point, Empress Naoki, of The Isran Empire. My people wanted for nothing, my armies were strong, my coffers were full, my navies ruled the seas, etcetera, etcetera. All considered, I did fairly well, I think. I was largely beloved by the people, life was good. ... Stressful,” she adds, threading her tail through the hole. “As the life of a ruler often is — but more or less good.”
“I ruled Isra for roundabout thirty years,” she continues, “Then a cataclysm struck, as they are wont to do. There was, among other things, flooding. I watched from the deck of my flagship, The Depravity, as my Empire and all I had worked to build was submerged beneath the water. … Not even the waves,” Naoki complains, gesturing emphatically as she rights the table. “I can’t even say ‘submerged beneath the waves,’ which is an objectively better phrase, because there weren't any damn waves! There wasn’t a tsunami, or even the normal sorts of swells you’d expect from the ocean, it just all flooded, from everywhere all at once, and not very quickly, either. And The Mist set in, covering everything and obscuring visibility such that I couldn’t even see when The Citadel was submerged. I didn’t even get a good look back at it all as I fled!” Naoki huffs, clearly more a bit frustrated about the whole thing, but she continues.
“Let’s see about getting you dressed, though.” Crossing over to the dresser, Naoki looks at Laute, hums, and begins to sort through her clothes. “You’re more or less my size and my clothes have tailholes, so most of this should fit…”
“In any case, we sailed for something like ninety days though The Mists. It was awful, boring, and I don’t want to dwell on it. But we picked up survivors, floaters, not only just from Isra as one might expect, but people from all far flung corners of the world, and even other worlds entirely. Stranger still, some of the people we picked up were from other versions of the same world, and different times within those worlds, with different memories.”
Pausing for a moment, Naoki makes a small ‘ooh’ noise as she finds something she likes in the dresser. The first thing she pulls out is a bright red button-up shirt with a collar, which she brings over to Laute. Motioning for the demon to hold out her arms and hold still, Naoki begins to dress her.
“All of that isn’t as relevant to you, because you don’t know anyone,” Naoki admits, doing up the buttons, “But it’s another interesting wrinkle that complicates things for me, and I would be remiss to tell the story without mentioning it.”
After getting the shirt on Laute, Naoki moves back to the dresser for the next piece: some black dress pants. “We landed here in this new land about a month ago. We don’t know much of anything about the land itself, other than it’s strange, more deadly than I would prefer, and hostile to magic. We’ve taken to calling this settlement Port Argentium, after the Argentium River that it’s sat beside. Between those from The Depravity, the ships that followed, and those that have washed up on the shore since then, the population is a bit under six thousand at present. We’ve begun to build proper buildings and houses in the last few days, but most are still residing in surplus tents once intended for use by The Imperial Army, as you probably saw.”
“The state of cooking is… abysmal,” Naoki admits. “Which is part of why I'm glad you're here. There is the Mess Tent, which is a gruel factory designed to keep legions of soldiers fed. Probably the opposite of everything you stand for, but that’s what most people are eating. Most of the food at this point is coming from hunters who scour the land in search of game. The game they find, though…” Trailing off, Naoki shakes her head. “A lot of it, I’ve not seen, let’s just say that.”
“The upside of all that,” she’s quick to continue, “Is that you’ll be a part of the design process for all of the proper cooking facilities. I have some finery and spices hidden away that I’ll permit you to use, and I’m sure that any of the hunters would gladly accept a finely-cooked meal in return for procuring whatever ingredients you might need.”
Finished dressing Laute, Naoki steps back to admire her handiwork. Black, neatly creased pants, whose flared legs naturally accommodate Laute’s hooves. The blazer, overtop the red dress shirt, and with the miniature black tie to complete the ensemble… “You are looking sharp! Damn. You pull that outfit off better than I do,” Naoki admits, pantomiming a chef’s kiss before standing up on her tiptoes to pull a hand mirror from atop the dresser.
“Have a look,” she says, passing the mirror to Laute. “You like it, or would you like to pick something else?” A second, more insistent rumble from Naoki’s stomach says what she would prefer, but she’ll stick around to pick something else if Laute would prefer not to wear something quite as anachronistic.
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Laute, the Gourmet Glutton
Established
First Child of Gula, Devourer of Studiose
Roleplay posts: 27
Appearance: Inhumanly pallid and freckled in onyx, Laute is an odd figure at first sight. When one adds the curved horns, the bovine ears, and demonic writing across her skin, you get something decidedly hellish. Her eyes are yellow with a rectangular pupil, just like a goat's, and she sports a pair of powerful hooves in place of feet. Her hair is incredibly thick and appears to absorb the light around it, leaving it devoid of texture to the eye. A long, tufted tail lashes from her lower back.
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Skills and Abilities: Laute's purpose is to overindulge in fine things, thus having a heightened sense of smell and taste. She can detect a variety of poisons, provided she's run into them before. Limited control over fire, frost, and smoke are all within her domain. Should her master (currently Naoki) wish it, she can change forms into anything typically affiliated with glutton, all of which include but are not limited to piglike, oxlike, and snakelike shapes.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 13:18:24 GMT -5
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Post by Laute, the Gourmet Glutton on Jun 3, 2021 22:21:15 GMT -5
Laute listened to the former empress intently, both as she dressed and rummaged around her closet looking for something for the child of Gula. She spoke of a cataclysm, which had the demon nodding. Now and again, here and there, she had witnessed such events. She was not sure if all of them were as world ending, but they certainly were destructive.
"How interesting. I've never heard of one quite like that." Laute's head tilted to the side as she thought. "A slow flood. Dangerous, creeping. Makes a point! What insidious being has the patience for such things? What I would give for a conversation over some wine and dinner!" In saying this, she remembered not all disasters were brought on by those of her ilk, but it was a comforting thought.
As the shirt was slipped on, she noted the color fondly. "I've never seen anything as red a chilis before. How lovely." She extended an arm out before her and smoothed her hand over the fine linen. She was lost briefly in the hue until Naoki spoke about how little they had to work with. Laute turned to look at her, lips drawn into a long frown, eyes widened. "You lie," she grumbled. "Gruel? Not even a smidgeon of pottage? Why, even such a meal could be spiced to perfection!" She strode forward, hands on the catwoman's shoulders. "And no variable meats! O Master, you torture me! For what would we use the spices for?" Her ears flattened against the sides of her head, tail lashing back and forth wildly.
After her shock, which coincidently, was after she dressed, the demon sighed. "Well, it seems I have my work cut out for me."
Looking down, Laute admired the ensemble Naoki assembled, then put on a weary smile. "At least I'm dressed for the occasion. Sharp eye! Not to mention the accommodations."
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