Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31749612-20171027034842/@comment-30014014-20171031191845

Finally on vacation after going on ludicrous rquests and what not and this is the kind of vacation they get...

"Ok, ok. Let us not panic. We've got through much worse before".

Richard scoffs back as he stares at the door, hearing all sorts of noises. Mostly the men trying and failing to fight back. That strange sickness mot had caught didn't help.

"You're saying that, but back then, we were at least armed and semi-protected. What in the world are two unarmed men doing to do against the crazed women out there?! They're probably the ones who made the men sick!"

Frank starts pondering, scratching his beardless chin in a kneeling position. According to most, that is his favorite thinking position. Especially used in situations thought inescapable. Richard slightly relaxes at seeing his buddy trying to formulate a way out. He stands guard besides the door, listening for any incoming steps.

"Good question. Logically, we couldn't bring a weapon even with obvious danger on all sides. Fortunately, it seems we have a potential ammo stock"

"Ammo? What sort? I doubt they secretly carry anything intending to harm".

"Obviously...so we'll use what they used to enfeeble the other guys"

"Huh??"

Frank gestures Richy to come closer, but quietly. Even with surrounding noise, he would prefer not for anyone to hear them talk amidst the cacophony. Just as Richy crouches down to meet Frank's level, he is placed in front of a devil egg. The smell assault his nostrils, almost prompting him to back away in disgust.

"Dude, what is this?!"

"Seems you were right not to plunder the food table. One of them has rigged the food with a foul smell able to knock anyone, even monsters out of commission. i recognize the substance. Rememeber when an entire platoon were caught literally pants down after eating at least a dozen of these in a supposed post-treaty feast?"

Richy snickers at hearing his question while putting on a napkin on hiis nose and mouth, negating the foul smell. Frank was already wearing one.

"Yea, it made the headline, especially about each guy in the platoon ending up marrying their attackers. It was pretty embarassing".

"Well, these are what they used to weaken their awareness. From what I've heard, it wasn't a random attack or any sort. They were targeted specifically. Well anyway, this is our ticket out".

Richy was not so convinced, taking a look at the smelly devil egg.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"It's all fine and well, but how are we even supposed to deliver those at their faces? I mean, we don't have our weapons, remember?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Frank puts a sling-shot in his hand, causing Richy to be surprised.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Easy enough. Let's just say our silly makeshift weapons training will become useful after all".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Frank pulls one of his own, also giving a bag full of those eggs to Richard. His face is hidden, but a smirk forms underneath.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Five more hours pass, the noise of men mixed with women gradually dying down. Spirits are more likely to sleep after hours of undending mingling, it seems. Or so what thinks Frank, only now witnessed to what intercourse with a monster looks like. If all of them were as violent as she was, then both he and Richard would love nothing more than to avoid this sort of treatment.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">They sneak out of their room, bandana masks still on them, in addition of hoddies for extra hidding capabilities. They had removed their floppers, to prevent unecessary noise, instead opting for their sneakers.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Quietly closing their door, Frank makes a broad scope observation, looking for anyone standing guard. Nothing. Nothing but the ambient water flowing around. Richard puta a hand on Frank's shoulder and points at a open door. The exit. Frank nods as he puts an egg on his sling-shot, ready. They move quietly and slowly.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The ambient air is ripe with snoring. The aftermath of what occured hours ago. Good for them, he thinks. Since there are much more women than men, its likely that multi-groups are in singular rooms. Knowing the greedy nature of monsters, they know each wanted a turn, tiring themselves out in the process. Each room vibrates with the snoring of beasts basking in the aftermath. Richy prefered not thinking about the other side of those doors.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Eventually, they make it to the outside, still as wary as usual. Richard takes point, folllowed closely by Frank. They travel in the dark, opting for slow crawls in the shadows. At a point, however, a monster lingers in the deck. From the looks of it, seems like a hornet, laying on the deck's bars, gazing at the sea.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Ugh...can't sleep. That boy fainted before I could even get in my turn".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">One of her hand was carrying her spear, something monsters were allowed to simply because they don't kill. Never did, never will But, her other hand was...very busy, plunged deep in her trousers. Heavy breathings escapes her honey-lace lips.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A few meters away from her, Frank puts a hand on Richard's shoulder, silently showing his sling-shot. Understanding, he crawls to the edge of the deck, putting one knee on the floor and arming his 'weapon' with an egg. Frank does the same from the darkness, the two aming for her face at two different angles. Richy looks at Frank who nods at him. He nods as well.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Damn it! Wouldn't have asked for that honey if I knew I wouldn't get my turn".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Over here!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Huh?--!!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Her attention sought out by the exposed Richard failed to notice Frank shooting one of the devil eggs on her face, dazing her greatly. She was already straying left and right, impeded by the foud smell of the rigged food, collapsing as soon as Richard throws his at her face as well. Frank springs over to catch her fall, avoiding unnecessary noise. He drags her to a dark corner before giving a 'ok' gesture at Richard. He soon fades in the shadow, this time, following Frank as they further teir path.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">They stride along, repeating the cycle in which they incapacitate those unlucky to have been in their ways in the frustration of being robbed out of mating. Unfortunately, about half-way through, the amount of singled out monsters became greater and greater. Going like this, the rate of something botching up their operation continously climbed.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Frank no longer wanted to take a chance. He grabs Richard and quickly have themselves hurl on one of the rail boats, before lowering it by a bit, covering the surface with a dark heavy blaknet. Richard didn't expect it, but knew there was a reason for it. Alas, asking now would be out of question, as a pair of two sets of steps. They post themselves on the edge, leaning on the rails. The way they spoke and walked gave way for the two men to think they might have been luckier on the 'mating'.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Today sure was fun".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You betcha it was. Much more fun when they are already waiting for us in their rooms..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Of course..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">They share a sultry laughter, loud enough for Frank and Richard to hear. Frank makes a dual sign, then points overhead before making a horizontal cut. A signal to lay down and make no noise.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Sure was a good idea to give them those devil eggs".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Yea, I didn't think it'd work so well. But I'm not sure about who even suggested it to begin with"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"To be honest, neither do I. Last I remember, it was shouted while we were gathering to prepare for our future husbands' marital rites".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Weird...you think she was after someone in particular?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Probably. But I doubt that's the case, all the men around here are roughly the same in quality and taste".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"A wild goose chase, huh?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I would assume so. Were they any guys like that, I'd take first dibs anyway---~

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The duo continues to hide in the boat, well aware the two monsters weren't leaving anytime soon. It was a good thing they hung the foul eggs outside, to prevent turning their small hiding spot into a stinkhole.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Morning passes. A horrible sleep for the duo, ponctuated with the moans of those in the cruiser, only an hour after hiding among the sea persistent all the way to 6:00am. Richard in particular is glad to feel the cruiser moving, impatient for the to hitch off.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"About damn time we started to move".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You're telling me. These things don't sleep much, do they?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I know right? But, did you hear what they said?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"The man hunter? Yea, frightening thought, but at this point, I'm thinking she got desperate and went for the other chumps or already found her selected one. So we'll be fine".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I hope so"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The rest of the trip is filled with flirts, wooing and anything in between. With time, the cruiser finally reaches its destination. The sunken islands. Originally called as such because they have only recently surfaced. After receiving confirmation by the local sea-dwellers that they were here permanantly, the Zipangu residents have decided to make resort islands out of them. Highly popular among humans and monsters for the rejuvenating proprieties. Frank had won a set of tickets for a free ride, though the source of their deliverance was never questionned before. Probably a trap, but one they avoided, surrounded by the bait that was to spell their doom.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Or so they though...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">With the cruiser acoasting on the biggest Sunken Island, the men and their newly enthusiastic 'wives' quickly depart the great boat via the main hatch. Frank and Richard opted for the quickest exit. Down.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Frank pulls out a tiny pocket knife he had in his, well, pocket and hastily cuts the ropes holding their tiny boat on the side. It falls rather gently into the water since they hung it at a low distance, extra measures to avoid detection. Their swim goes rather well. Reaching the shore, they see all of those inside the cruiser approaching the greeter, checking on their cards for a spot in one of the rooms. Frank expresses his surprise at the finesse they danced on danger.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I can't believe we got out scott-free".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Richard taps him amically in the back, a wink in one eye.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well, with the quick thinking you got here, i'm in no shape surprised".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I don't like to take the credit for this ludicrous stunt, it was a team effort, after all. I only ever just thought out the best course of action"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Always knew you had a knack for impossible situations".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'll say!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A voice echoes out of the cacophony. Richard could hear it was addressed to them both. A cautious stares fills his eyes as he turns to Frank, the latter understanding instantly. They both pitch in their bags and start walking among the crowd.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You really have proven yourselves to be up to your mettle!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">They separate, but keep an eye for each other, skipping those walking around them. Even with their bandanas on their faces, the act of keeping themselves inconspicuous comes rather easily. Unfortunately useless for the one speaking.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Even now, you still hide, don't you? We almost missed the two of you, back in the cruiser. So long did we search~

<p style="font-weight:normal;">We? Frank shoots a worrying look back at Richard. The latter could feel it. Feel Frank's questions about the heap they're in right now. Whoever orchestrated this little sabotage had not found comfort among the weakened men, she ignored them. She did not settle somewhere to wait it out, she hunted. And now, Frank realizes that there's two of them. Watching them.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"But now, we have you two. We finally have those we were looking for~

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A pair of hands embrace Richard from behind, as he finds out his bag of devil eggs were subtly tossed out, spilling in the open. This callous discard starts attracting the attention of the other cruisers, especially the monsters who could swear they had seem this before.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Tangerine! Tangerine!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A code shared among the two back then, denoting a very specific situation. Frank knew all too-well R»ichard had been caught. He springs from the crowd he hid in, egg in sling-shot, a sneak to the echoed voice. There he sees, his comrade, embraced from behind by a woman with a dagger on her hair?! Richard had slow his breathing, as he would if ever caught, to give anyone with the aming ability the opportunity to shoot the kidnapper off. Henceforth, he was immobile despite the woman clinging to him.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I finally have you. DO you know how long I've been waiting for this?~

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Richard's eyes were understandably nervous, unable to act in such restrains. Not that his arms were stuck in her hug, but he could measure the strength with simply that, realizing there wasn't much he could do outside of waiting for Frank to line his shot.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The woman, initially hugging him for so long noticed his petrified-like position, a hand in the air with a frozen glare forward. An Clinging just a bit closer, her lips approaching his ears.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Are you nervous? Please don't be, I'm sure a nice cup of tea will calm those nerves~

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Excited, huh? Not for long"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Frank, hidden among the crowd, is readying his most daring shot. A shot that would never come as his sling-shot was carried by hands of dexeritous touch. An act that belwildered Frank, although Richard could see another woman, this time with  spliced shuriken tying her hair taking it away. He sighs and slowly begins putting his hand behind his head, at the dagger woman's curiosity.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Meanwhile, Frank no longer was wondering where his 'weapon' had gone. The shuriken women re-appears a few meters before him, a sight clear even with the ongoing crowd, twirling his ware. Exasperation doubled with defeatism invaded his face, slowly taking the risoner stance. Hands behind his head with the lowering gaze. They were caught...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Forget it, Richard. They got us. The Armistice decree is nigh".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Another cryptic message?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The shuriken woman shifted besides him, putting a hand on his shoulder. More and more stop, watching the scene with curiosity. Frank keeps his gaze lowered, not moving by a budge.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"It's a surrender beacon. Never thought I'd have to use it, though".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Then I am honored for us to be the first to manage to defeat you in the such a way".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">THe gaze on the shuriken woman softens up greatly, an ïoda of pride mixed with genuine happines on her catch. Richard, on his side, learning up just how far they had planned for this.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Huh? Right..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I tell no lies. It's hard to come across humans ressourceful as you two. Even since your acknowledgement to the tickets, we had to watch for every opportunities of escape and gradually cut them off. A simple rigged feast surely wasn't going to sneer you in".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh yea, then what was the point..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Simple, narrow the probability of mistaking our targets with lucky escapees. Even then, it almost spelt our doom with the naseatous odor confusing your position and enabling you to go undetected.".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Right...now what?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I don't know, you tell me".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She stops embracing Richard from behind, rather taking a round walk to kneel down to his size. She takes her hands to remove his bandana.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You won't need this anymore...hmm?".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A green mucus-like liquid leaks between his teeth.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What is,,,?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well, you asked me what now? Well, here is now! 'The Armistice decree is nigh' has a second signification. Think of it...as a pack".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"A pack?...?!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Her heart skips a singular beat, causing her to instantly open up the man's jaw in urgency.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Wha--no! No,no, no, no, no! Sister, they have cyanide pills in their mouths!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"They have wh--ohh"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The one with Frank takes a brief glance at him, noting nothing seeping out of him. Granted, she hadn't removed him bandana, but his condition was anything but grave.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Sister mine, rememeber who you have in your grasp. Blue helmets never have their own take up a drastic measure".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Relief comes to the one wearing the dagger on her hair, soon shifted to reproche to Richard. SHe gently but firmly takes his cheeks between her hands, as the man sighs once more, not letting up in his defeated position.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Damn it, I thought this would work. Sorry Frank, you're right. We're done for".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I got worried about you, saying something like this!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Yea, yea, yea. Let's just end it already".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The woman sighs while taking a silky napkin out of her pocket, wiping off some of the mucus-like liquid, noting the man's hand on some Jolly Rangers, the juicy type.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Not like this, at least. I'd rather get to know my 'prey' before I do anything. How about it?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Sure, whatever".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'm serious".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Finished with whatever residue of candy juice tethered to his face, the woman takes one of her finger to lift it up to meet his eyes. Her own are full of warmth, somewhat opening up his.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"If we really wanted 'that', we'd already would have started, right? You're both smart men, you surely must be thinking about it".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Richard's defeated gaze slowly erode. She wasn't wrong. If anything, after making them run for so long, most monster's action would be to claim them either on the spot or take them to a nearby room. Speaking to them even as captured was a pretty convicting feat.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I guess. Though it's a shame for the rest".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Ohh, don't worry about that. It was all in the game".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Game?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Frank, on his side was surprised at what his captor was saying, just as much as RIchard.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"A great game? You have lost me, miss".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Take a look".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The woman gives him a piece of paper concerning this cruise they had boarded. According to it, the reason it was so free was because it was part of a game. Whatever the results were, the participants would get a free week in the Sunken Islands, as well as a free boat trip. The catch, however was that both parties, humans and monsters had to be celibate. Frank knew of the reason.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"And I missed this..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Ohh, I've falsified the paper to hinder this part".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A faint smile etches on her face.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I admit. This, this is some serious gymnastics you went just for us".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Just? Oh, no, this isn't just some half-need to feel proud about getting someone".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Just as her sister did, the woman with the shuriken kneels in front of him, to catch his gaze. Her hands come to join his.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"The man who always thought up impossible escapes. Accompanied by the one who could hide in plain sight. Qualities like this are hard to pass up as women of similar penchant. Taking action in either your line of work or at home would prove to be too much effort as well as sour our first impressions".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"So, you baited us to a resort, just to greet us. Alright..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Frank gets himself up, the tide of defeat shifting to a shrug just as she gets up as well.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"...we'er all ears".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She leans on to him, pulling two tickets out to waver.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"HOw about two weeks, instead of one to know each other?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Two weeks? You certainly like to spoil your prey, don't you?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"A rare set like you two, nothing is too good for a natural match".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Yo, Richy".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He turns his head to his friend, who judging by the current acceptance of his captor leaning on his side, had come to a similar resolve.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"A double the offer with lovelies at our sides? I'm up for it".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Hehe, you sure are quick to change demeanor~

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Richard snickers a bit.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well, you brought up pretty convincing arguments. Now, if you don't mind, I think we both might need a rest. How about an early stride in the room?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Why not?~

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The two men, now accompanied by their 'dates' soon went to the ticket usher, disappearing in the building before them, stretching to the heavens. All at the dismay of most monsters and their ignorant 'husbands'. Outrage soon seeded among them, to the men's dismay.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What!? They were hidden all along!?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Impossible! The hell were they even hiding in to begin with?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I knew agreeing to these stupid eggs was such a bad idea!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Great, just great!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">One of the men, hearing so much complaint, thought to speak his way out.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well, how about getting them? I'm sure they'd be more than willing to share with you".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Unfortunately for him, the fouls moods could only tether to one direction. And he just lit the match. One of his harem contanders  grabs him by the collar, an imposing ogre with a sudden surge of pent-up frustration.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Trying to weasel your way out, are you? Well, you've got a week to regret suggesting that while we take turn trying to make an acceptable man out of you!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">With that said, still clenching on his collar, the ogre soon makes her way to the ticket usher, followed by the poor man's court. A manticore, dark elf, ushi-oni, red Oni. Just about the worst pick for someone who couldn't handle being man-handled. WHat a bad time to speak out...