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Subject Post 1Subject: The Wings of Freedom [Demonica] Tue Jun 12, 2018 11:48 am
Artist: Carrotwine - Song: Dark Side Of The Road
In an aging world, everything had its beginning, and it had its end; people and races, and hopes and lofty ambitions. Even the very strongest of beings had their ends. Even those whom at different points in history and myth were deemed as gods sooner or later met their fateful end. Even those who boasted immortality and transcendence would one day draw their last breath, see the last face, and feel the last emotion. Almost everything in the world was finite; almost. There were very few sentiments that transcended space and time, the strongest beings who had ever lived, and those that were to follow. It was the desires of the heart and not the flesh that most often sacrificed a life in exchange for another. It was those desires that willingly left a life behind for the chance to fight and triumph in their struggle to earn the one they deserved. That sort of struggle never quite vanished, especially when it was so deeply burned into the self of the individual or the race as a whole.
Such was the case with the Quincy. The group had been to the brink of extinction more than a few times. Every time they had barely been able to hang on, just to endure and thrive, only to face potential extermination yet again. There wasn’t any doubt they were a resilient race that simply refused to stand down and die. In their process to create their own legacy they went through a number of changes in leadership and in organizational personality that shaped them into who they became. But at the very end, it was their choice to choose their own path that finally earned them the freedom to live as they pleased and die as they willed, and be happy about it. Sofia was far from having all of her life and her problems figured out, but she was getting there. As for the woman with whom she had scheduled to meet, it seemed she faced similar struggles, and at the very least needed someone to talk to. The Quincy wasn’t the type to go out and talk for the sake of helping, especially not a Demon, but there was far more in Demonica that met the eye.
”I’ve been expecting you,” said Sofia.
Her words were directed at the shadow that projected a few feet before her, and at the energy that made its presence noticeable in her vicinity. There wasn’t much the Quincy knew about Demonica, but what she knew was enough. The Demon once had significant presence among the biggest names in the hierarchy of the Demons, and among other notable though decadent organizations like the Monsuta. She had been formidable in the worst of ways, and made a name for herself and her power in the very best of ways. Still, it seemed that defeat or failure had been a plague she hadn’t easily rid herself of. And whether it was that very thing, her pride, or how her people shunned her, the woman was done with everything she had once served and been loyal to. Of course, that was simply Sofia’s understanding based on the information she had available. There was enough room to be wrong, but with their meeting, it seemed al their questions would be answered.
”I trust you know who I am,” said Sofia with arms crossed underneath her bosom. “I am Sofia Montero, Sternritter Grandmaster of the Vandenreich.”
Her words were firm, and though she didn’t intend to gloat, there was pride in her voice. The girl had to be cautious, and with duo reason. There was no telling whether the Demon had a change of heart, or if her intentions had suddenly changed. Besides, given her level of power there weren’t many up to task to meet and face up to her. And more importantly, even if there were, she wouldn’t have missed the chance meeting. The Demon’s reputation and power preceded her, but so did the Quincy’s. Sofia was still widely known as the prodigy to her race that despite her youth was able to rival and surpass those over millennia older whether in battle of brawn or brains. She had simply matured in body and mind faster than most, earning the respects of beings several generations her senior. Her attire was rather formal and representative of the Sternritter uniform. It consisted of a white military uniform with outlines and edges of gold. Black pantyhose and gloves matched perfectly with the dark ebony look of her flowing black hair, and contrasted with the rich bright gold of her eyes. A pure and silky white ribbon on her hair finished off the look, with a katana, likely a spirit weapon, sheathed to her side.
Subject Post 3Subject: Re: The Wings of Freedom [Demonica] Sat Jun 16, 2018 11:18 am
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THE QUINCY PRODIGY
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Right before her stood the being with a name as heavy as their spiritual pressures. Even when doing their part to keep their energy under check, the ground shook slightly with the smallest of pebbles raising a few inches off the ground for moments at a time. The woman didn’t really fit the look she had expected. Demonica. For some time she had expected a towering beast covered in black and blood, and a hideous appearance that could send chills down one’s spine. While the Quincy couldn’t argue that the Demon’s reputation hinted at being capable of doing just that, her appearance was certainly deceiving. The lady was of fair height, possibly about three to four inches taller. Her skin was fair and smooth, just like Sofia’s, and her hair of a subtle purple tint. In more ways than one she was very attractive. Once one separated the persona from the look, there it was a highly beautiful woman. Perhaps there was beauty to be had beyond her physical veil, but it would take time to find, and it was neither here nor there.
”Try and place two and two together, said Sofia with an astute smile, ”You know exactly why I called you, but I can understand your curiosity.”
As she talked, the holy being, as some called them, walked closer. First it was ten feet, then five, then three until Sofia was standing less than a foot away from her. Such actions against either of them would likely have been met by death in almost any other circumstance; especially when both parties were acquaintances at best. Once she was before her, the Quincy would turn and circle the Demon, making no attempt to advert her gaze from her and her body. She admired the look of her body, likely made to perfection by the dark magic of the Demons. She couldn’t help but think of her own young Human body. Most found some kind of compliment to offer in its regard but it hadn’t yet been helped by the magical in its aesthetic regard.
”I must say I something else,” said the Quincy right behind her, biting gently on her lower lip. ”But I suppose I can’t complain. After all,” added Sofia as the sheathed end of her katana propped the white skirt of the Demon up to get a good look at the smooth look of her thighs. ”How could I?”
The action was bold, but it wasn’t as outwardly perverted as some could’ve made it out to be. Sofia had no interest to check on the shape of her butt, or even to see what the color of her panties were; not yet anyways. The woman was just interested in the womanly yet powerful physique of the being that had gathered such an infamous streak. More importantly however, the Quincy felt she had overdressed for the situation. Whereas Demonica wore a simple but pretty white dress, Sofia had arrived in fully formal Vandenreich attire. Surely sooner or later she would intend to change, largely for comfort. On a more serious note however, she couldn’t help but wonder what her newest acquaintance thought of her. Did she live up to the rumor or the look? Frankly there was very little they could gather from each other without a form of rough and primal negotiation but that would soon enough.
”I’m typically one for business before pleasure, but in this case perhaps its best to break the ice in a manner that would make our negotiations more… efficient. Nearest large city, downtown area. Do not be late.”
Without a moment’s notice she was off. The Quincy used that speed she was so famously known for. After all, it was a core element of her combat style. For someone that couldn’t rely on physical strength, physical altercations were usually the result of mixing great speed and momentum with her use of the blade. In tandem it allowed her to keep up with opponents she shouldn’t, and be that unique fighter most people spoke of highly. With her words however was another layer of truth visible only to a select unfortunate few. Only the very proud would see the clearly defiant challenge in her proposition. Sofia meant she would get there first, she only presented the expectation that Demonica try and not be too slow; and therein laid the problem. The Quincy was an extremely proud woman, the likes of which only people like Demonica would understand. More importantly, she never issued a challenge she knew she couldn’t win. After all, she wasn’t considered a prodigy because she was the fastest or the strongest, but rather because despite her youth, she was brilliant.
As soon as she was out of sight the Quincy did something. It wasn’t clear whether it was a technique, an item, or something else entirely but concentrating on her energy would be a lot more difficult. Either because her signature had vanished, because every other energy felt like hers, or hers felt like everyone else, it would present a real challenge. If Demonica stopped to try and calculate it sooner or later she would, but doing so would mean Sofia would get to the city first, as she said she would. On the other hand Demonica could have simply gotten to the city at the same time or earlier, depending on how their speed compared. However despite her words, getting there first had never been Sofia’s plan. She had no reason to leave her acquaintance but by the time they met she would have already won. Essentially, whenever Demonica arrived at the city she would not see her. Though the energy from the Quincy would quickly give away her position as being within a large clothing store where Sofia had already changed into a garment more convenient for the occasion, and more fitting to her liking.
Subject Post 5Subject: Re: The Wings of Freedom [Demonica] Tue Jul 03, 2018 8:29 am
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”The best kind of place.”
Her elaborate plan had indeed worked as expected. Demonica had taken the bait and chosen to trail the energy signal as opposed to heading to the predestined location. Regardless of her speed, there were several factors playing against her. For starters Sofia had a head start. Also the momentary confusion and decision making only helped to widen the gap further. And even when her mind was finally set, there was the concern of finding Sofia when she tried her best to make locating her with relative ease a definite pain in the rear. Still, the Demon managed to find and arrive at her location far faster than she had anticipated. By the time Demonica got there and spoke, Sofia had barely put her newest outfit on, having paid for it just seconds earlier.
”We need to get you out of those clothes,” said the Quincy with a grin, as snickering was heard from a couple guys walking right outside the store. ”Here, come with me.”
If willing, Sofia would take her by the hand and lead her inside the store. There were far too many like it, all next and around a large domed area which could only be a shopping mall; and about the largest one there was too. The inside was large, and really wet lit. Everything was neatly organized, and the variety of clothes ranged from the simple to the complex, and from the affordable to the rather exuberant. Despite her affluence however, the price wasn’t something the Quincy was concerned with. Instead, she set her eyes on a rather nice looking outfit that compared in size and styling to hers, with only the choice and arrangement of colors being the difference.
”This, definitely this,” said the Quincy as she pulled the Demon into a changing room together with her.
No one present said anything about the situation since it seemed exceedingly common. There was nothing out of the ordinary about what happened save for the fact that they weren’t mere Humans and didn’t hold the save level of ethics; though it was mostly the fact they had essentially just met. On that topic, Sofia was behaving in a comparably different way than she typically did. To most she was known as the tough and harsh Grandmaster who exercised her control to maintain discipline within the ranks of the Vandenreich. To others she was simply a powerful warrior with a great taste and skill in music. Very few knew the lighter hearted side of hers, as that was a form of weakness she very rarely allowed to be seen, save for circumstances where she had something to gain from it.
In this case, Demonica had very useful and important information. She had been acquainted with some of the higher echelons of power within Shadow Fall, and possessed information very few had the balls to share. And while her involvement in spiritual affairs had left far more to be desired, her willingness to change and meet was a step in the right direction. If she could spare information that would help in the destabilization of her former allies, then it would get her closer still to redemption. And if she helped Sofia and the cause that was righteous, one who prioritized lives, then perhaps she could still be saved. Granted, everything was but words and thoughts, since the actual delivery could turn out to be completely different. For that reason, the Quincy had chosen to use a subtler approach. If everything went well, then the woman could slowly acclimate to her rather than seeing her for what she was from the get go.
”This needs to come off,” said the Quincy as she started to tug and pull on the Demon’s outfit. ”If there’s anything underneath, lose that too. We’re shopping somewhere else after.”
It was already relatively obvious there was no clearly malicious intent. She wasn’t sure how readily willing Demonica would be to essentially strip in the nude, but there wasn’t much choice given in the manner. Of course, if it truly bothered her she could certainly ask for things to stop, though then she’d have her pride to answer to as to why she couldn’t go to the lengths Sofia could. Ironically enough, the Quincy had done her own bit of growing throughout the last couple years in that regard. When she first joined the Vandenreich, barely as an adult, she was far more stuck up, and more of a prude than one could get. In time, with vast amounts of experience and exposure to a variety of spiritual creatures, thing started to take a turn for the different. It was no secret that having the seal for nearly a full year had its own defining and lasting effect on her persona, even after ridding herself of its overarching presence. Since then the woman was far more willing to behave in ways that she previously never would. She hadn’t become a different person, Sofia had simply eased the restrains and inhibitions of herself to become a more complete, and overall better being.
If everything was allowed to transpire as expected, Demonica should have seen herself with a sort of dress that was strikingly similar to Sofia’s. It was probably made by the same company or the same designer. The skirt went down just as long, and the edges and outlines were designed in an identical fashion. Had they not looked different, one could have easily thought they were siblings attempting to dress like each other. However, whereas Sofia’s dress was a mix of blue and white, Demonica’s was a mix of black and white. Due to how similar their bodies were as far as height, proportions, and the size and heft of their more feminine assets, the dresses would have looked as perfectly fit to one as they would be on the other. The ice was finally broken, and the ball was now on her court. However the Demon should take caution and remember that due to Sofia tossing out and away the garments she previously had, walking should be done carefully and slowly, after all… there wasn’t anything underneath her dress.
Subject Post 7Subject: Re: The Wings of Freedom [Demonica] Wed Jul 04, 2018 7:16 pm
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The Demon was far more compliant than she had originally expected, and that was good. It stood as testament to how far she had come, and how much she had allowed herself to change. From her point of view, Sofia believed that Demonica had been lost for quite a lot of years. She believed the girl did what she thought was best and needed, which not surprisingly happened to be the sole purpose of someone else’s agenda. Now, while Sofia did fully intend to use Demonica and her knowledge to help the Vandenreich and other factions dedicated to protecting the Earth, it was slightly different. Whether the Quincy believed it or not, she was allowing the girl to be free and choose her own path. She could reflect on her past and the results her actions brought. She could reflect in the way people she trusted truly viewed her and gauge the actions for her future. She would have the choice to make the better and wiser choice for the good of all, and if she did, the Quincy would be there to ease her on her way.
“By the way,” said the Quincy once they were within the changing room. “Do you mind if I just call you Monica? Your name is pretty weird and it gives the wrong impression of you; no offense.”
She was right however. A name was a name, but hers literally sounded like the race known for so much destruction. And while it was true that plenty of her kind had turned their ways and helped protect the innocent rather than pillaging for their own sake, any step forward was a good one. At least the nickname would make conversations easier and allow some of those around them to approach her without fearing for their life before uttering her name. Inside the changing room, Sofia took interest on the scars previously hidden as they lined up her body. Her attention would be noted as she spent a good few seconds inspecting them before going back to the dress. It looked perfect on Monica. It both matched and contrasted pretty darn well with the dark of her hair and the smooth and somewhat pale of her skin. Her feminine assets, as generous as Sofia’s, managed to fit every part of the dress and make it shine to its fullest extent.
“Some clothing can be restrictive,” said Sofia as she pulled some on Monica’s hip, trying to get her to turn around. “But it looks good, and this one shouldn’t hold you back much.”
Once they were done there, the Quincy would pay at the counter with a few bills of large denomination. Despite the price, the Montero family had amassed enough levels of affluence to allow for a rather lavish lifestyle she was just beginning to enjoy. As they walked out however, the girl made sure that Monica’s skirt didn’t raise all that much. Because despite wearing about the same outfit save for the change in colors, at least Sofia had a bra and panties underneath, avoiding the crease and shape from creating in areas that would draw eyes to the Demon other than hers. Luckily for the two of them, the next store was just one or two locales to their left. A large red sign in cursive welcomed them in, someone’s secret being the name of the place.
”Well, for hygiene, to prevent others from paying more attention to your butt than your words, and because some of them look dang cute; yes, you need more clothing.”
Unlike the last place, this store had significantly less guys. There was one or two at most, and they seemed more preoccupied with how lacy and how tight a pair of undergarments were than just about anyone else there. Of course, the selection was rather varied. There were very cute and lacy things that covered just about anything rather well. There were some meant for the more daring of gals, which covered almost nothing but looked exceedingly cute. And of course, there were other items more fitting on a movie of ill repute about angry good-looking teachers, and naughty students that looked far too old to be in high school. In any case, there was about a hundred different brands and models for just about every style and choosing the right one could prove to be a daunting task.
“Well, do any of those catch your eye? Do you like any of them?”
Subject Post 9Subject: Re: The Wings of Freedom [Demonica] Sun Jul 08, 2018 12:06 pm
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She wasn’t entirely sure whether Monica was acting that way because of her past, or if it was simply a ruse. In either case she would find out soon enough, though part of the Quincy hoped it was simply the Demon’s better judgment as she chose to define the kind of perso9n she wanted to be remembered as. Still, her thoughts and doubts were momentarily cast away by the elusive semblance of a smile, painted on her newest of acquaintance. It wasn’t a rare sight for her kind, though most often it was coy, full of sarcasm, or with deep and dark intents. This time however, the smile had a certain aura to it, and produced a sort of surreal glow that was surprisingly welcoming.
Even before they entered the next store, Sofia was almost certain her friend would have little if any experience in such a place. Whether she was acquainted with the different kinds of basic garments, not many with their experience and power were as exposed to thing such as the latest models, or the better brands, or even the more comfortable or slightly of sensual female wear. Of course, for the most part it didn’t seem to stem from willful ignorance, but simply because they didn’t care; most had very different set of priorities, and that was okay. As for Sofia however, she had fun indulging in some of her more Human and mundane of hobbies. Sometimes it escaped most who met her, but the girl was still in her early twenties, at barely 23 years of age; she was young.
Once inside however, she couldn’t help but chuckle, trying to restrain herself from laughing in amusement. Her friend was eyeing every piece of lingerie as though it was some form of new and unorthodox kind of weaponry. Her eyes had eventually set on a surprisingly fancy and beautiful model. It was lacey, black, and with a tiny pink ribbon up front. It was meant to show enough to be somewhat naughty, yet it covered enough to be considered appropriate for almost any situation, unlike the large majority of the popular selections. Sofia was surprised. To think Monica would have the skill, the finesse, and the taste to know to pick something like that to wea-no. That wasn’t it at all.
“Wait, hang on,” said Sofia, “that’s not how you use…those.”
Just as she finished that sentence the black lacey panties would slingshot out of the Demon’s hands, and atop some poor guy in the store. He didn’t even have a chance to look at who had done it; his girlfriend noticed first. And with a swift smack to his head and some proverbial verbal smack from her end, it seemed as though he had quite simply fucked up despite having no fault in the matter. Regardless, the Quincy pulled Monica away from sight of those two, long enough for the Demon to find a completely different set of undergarments. These were much elastic, with a size meant to fit someone easily four times her size. They had a pearly and peachy look, comparable to a design that would most commonly be sold at a vintage store. Even more jarring however was the fact it wasn’t the standard panties design, but rather a thong.
”You don’t,” said Sofia taking the large piece of fabric from her hands and setting it down. “Come with me.”
Taking her by the hand once more, Sofia almost pushed her into the nearest changing room. It was done quickly enough to avoid the previous guy from successfully finding her, and staving off some of the heat he was still catching from his girlfriend. In the meantime, the Quincy picked out a nice looking set of panties and went into the changing room with Monica. She certainly knew how to wear them or so she thought. Still, she hadn’t handed off to her just yet. She hoped that with a simple explanation, it would all she truly needed; if it was needed at all. If worst came to push, then she would have no choice than to actually show her how it was done. Though whether that was more exciting than embarrassing was a revelation she was certain to keep only to herself.
“Take this, but remember it can’t be too loose, and it can’t be too tight either. It has to fit snugly so that you essentially forget it’s there…eventually.”