Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27950421-20180703040122/@comment-30014014-20181021181750

Well then...

...there's more! (This is more of an epilogue [If I can call it that] to give a true end, if you want)

"Is he serious?!" bellows a voice.

"My god, this really happened..." speaks another. Choruses of disdain filtering tha air, one after another

"Seriously...!!"

"This slimy jelly!!..."

"Of course he went for one like her...!!!"

"You're telling me he went for a weakling?!!"

"I'm gonna kill him!!!"

"That piece of shit!!! From an outsider, no less!!!"

"Give us blueballs and go for a 'softie', don't you?!!"

From the top of a rooftop, a man looks downward. The entirely of his attire is jet black, although the most interesting piece of him is the peacock nestled on his back, watching the scene with what sounds to be enjoyement. It croaks and siphons a song of triumph as the man quietly gazes, not unfazed by the ridiculous amount of frustration emanating from below.

"Looks like they didn't take too well to his celibacy's rescind" the man speaks, a hint of laughter trying to leak out.

"Ka-kra, ka-kra!" the peacock bellows, much less reserved for avian laughter.

A pair of steps land not too far from the man's position. Snow-white wings flap behind the wearer's back. Dressed in authority, her attire looking more of a paramilitary set, she flutters about, chiding about the current state of affairs. Her all-too attuned senses had sensed what the rest had heard all night. Of course, she was none too happy "So...it finally happened"

Her voice reeks of begrudging congratulations. Partially grateful that her city now is fully coupled. A true achievement for any monster taking reign of countless citizens. Easier for the market to forget items such as modest-size bed in favor of king-size ones, to name one. However...

"I cannot believe, after the wasted years, all the women promising him the very same thing, that he'd go for a foreigner. Tsk..." she closes her eyes, conceding in her tone "...at least this one is no longer alone..."

The man and his avian friend had both turned heads to the lilim speaking about, the latter just now aware of the duo standing by in their darkness "Hmpf, and would you happen to be? In case you're unable to read the atmosphere, I don't suggest wandering the streets for the week".

A grin scratches at her face, eyes fiercely sharpening at the thought "Unless you think you can bring calm to my bewildered citizens. Of course, you'll likely turn to a chewed toy, buuuut--

--wait. Looking at him longer, she lowers her sight in curiosity "That attire...I've seen it before. Oh, right, right! You're that creepy guy that's always snopping around my baby sister!"

The peacock hisses violently at said remark, branding its beautifully dark feathers featuring an orange circle within each of them. Spirits are none to taken to listen to one spit vitrol towards their masters. It rescinds its act, however, with the gentle gesture of the man in black. There was no reason for it to get personal. The lilim sneers at this sudden burst of threat "Ohh? Your feathery friend not liking what I've to say? Good thing I don't feel for turkey today".

"I heard that!!" shouts a disembodied voice. It's source lies in the earpiece of the man's mask. Judging the time appropriate, the man in black takes hold of it and throws it in the direction of the lilim. Her wings brand out in a defensive response, only to see the earpiece fall flat a few feet from her. Red light swells from within in reponse from the man's hand gesture, two fingers knitted beside, his eyes flashing red, not unlike the lilim's. A rift tears open, spilling out another of her kind.

She stands where the rift has been, now coalescenced into a smaller portal, inert until proper interaction. From here on, the man turns back to the scene below, Nessy taking to the skies once more.

"I'll have you know this 'creep' you speak of is my husband, Jess!" Bess had taken the vitrol of her sister, and delivered in kind.

"Well, you sure love them creepy, don't you, little sister?" the older one had retorted, spilling no chip over the other.

"I guess. If by 'creepy', you mean free of will. Bedroom activities are much more fun when your counterpart actively participates rather than stands down like a frightened child".

Jess winces slightly at these words, ultimately sighing "Sure, whichever you wish, little sister--

"Bess" the bespectacled lilim interrupts, grappling a groan out of Jess.

"Bess! Whichever! Why did this creep summon you here anyway?"

Bess ignores the remark, a more temptive manner calling to her "Well, I'm here to gather my two newly-sworn citizens". She speaks with bubbly pride, a hand on her chest. Her sister does not share the sentiment.

"No. No, no, no! You are not pulling a 'spiriting' precept! These two have their feet rooted here!"

"Those were the terms, Jess. You basically threw that 'problem' at me. Now that it's fixed, you want them here? Huh-uh, not happening".

"No! No! The terms were different! Mother's cake slices were the object, not my citizens!"

"You're not wrong. However..." Bess walks up to Jess. In a sisterly fashion, she puts a hand on her shoulder and turns her to the city as she mirrors the act "...tell me, Jess. What do you smell?"

"What do I perceive? A breeze, why do you ask?"

"Alright. Try smelling the place. Trust me".

"Smell the...why would I--

"Just trust me. Take a big gulp of air and tell me what your nostrils tell you".

Against her will, the older sister takes a glance to the air and sniffes. A steady breath of air flows in and out, all under Bess' gaze. Her eyes are found reflected in her sister's "I guess I can smell what you mean".

"Right? Murderous intent, frustration, violence. Heck, you can see it with if you turn your witch sight on. The air is thick with all of that desire to drag a certain poor man out the streets, making little of the 'rule of single' you've established, binding him down in the heart of the city and having his newly versed mate watch in horror as he gets done in by every single monster beyond the ghastly fury they all felt the moment he renounced his celibacy vows".

"Hold on now!" Jess protests "I'm sure they wouldn't go as far as--

"Jess, just feel the atmosphere. Does it sound like they'd be willing to listen right now? These laides in the thousands have all felt the biting reject of his flaccidity, taunted, mocked and sneered at by the same one, all because they couldn't have been bothered to go for another path than total submission. My hubby merely re-directed a soft heart to his very spot and look what happened. He's happy. Truly happy. Happiness that does not reek of sarcasm or malevolant tone for the first time in years and they can't stand it since it doesn't fall under their or your rule of being manhandled by a more brutish kind. Of course, they'll take this opportunity to vent their frustration on him with no regard of the fact that he's legally bound so someone else".

Jess sighs in concession. Her sister wasn't wrong. Many had awaited this moment to break the man's iron resolve. Trying violence, aggressive seduction, taunts, threats and more. Finding out that a 'softie' had essentially broken the magician's code felt like an insult. An insult to the strong ones, basically putting them at lesser than a species who had used naught but kindness. They wouldn't listen unless she was to apply force in her word.

"Now, I was going to let him serve as an exemple as finding him his special someone was enough for me to establish victory and dine upon mother's find cakes. So, you can imagine the disdraught I felt when my husband spoke of the blood-soaked atmosphere he felt the moment the two had given themselves to each other. I could not and will not stand afar as I get the report of the poor man broken and abused like a toy by every brutish, violent, unconcerned monster who didn't think of trying one of those so-called 'submissive' tactics. You can keep mother's delicacy, but I'm taking these two. Far. Away. From. Here! He's already on his move regardless".

Bess spoke of the Peacock's handler, who by then was making his way, fashioning a spider, through the wall to Randy and Yariela's domain where the increasing groan of the populace began to breach into the realspace. Fancying himself an escort, the man in black presents himself to the couple, who by now had gotted dressed and ready. A black car stood by the front, waiting for them. A taxi, to say the least.

Jess turns to her sister, a less-than hostile gaze "You always have been a soft one...". A tone of resignation, reminded of this man's lackluster treatment.

Bess cradles her older sister in her arms "Why not? I am your 'baby sister' after all." They hug as only sisters can for what seems like minutes. Catching a glimpse of her man stepping in the car, she blows a kiss in his direction, winking all the while. Another odd couple to add to the Lost Continents.