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_Boy... I really ate my words._ Ava thought to herself as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was only 10 minutes before the wedding was to start and her wedding veil was being put on at that moment. It wasn't a very expensive dress, it was more humble and simple since the Rabbits of Galcia frowned upon the more extravagant and costly weddings that her kind over in Dalmasca.

Her plan to just seduce the rabbit had not panned out the way she had planned. It seemed the Agency didn't pick up how he was a bit of a damn boy scout. He wouldn't have sex with a woman he wasn't married to. And so Ava had to play the long game to get in with him. It just so happened to be that the long game included her getting married to him.

Still, the Agency was actually pleased with this since it meant she might have a chance to get deeper into the Galcian government, and gain even more intel than before. Still, it wasn't all bad. She did like that her fiancé had a big family, lots of wedding presents for her and she had to admit she was developing a taste for carrot cake.

Ava looked at herself one more time in the mirror before there was a knock at the door and someone on the other side said that the wedding was about to begin.

_Okay... it's showtime._ She thought to herself and slipped into her persona of a happy bride to be.

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Standing at the alter dressed up in a handsome tuxedo, Thomas Cotton Hopper hoped that his family and guests couldn't tell how nervous he was as he waited for his blushing bride-to-be to arrive. It might have upset Ava to learn that her own family and friends had disavowed her for marrying someone from Galcia, the enemy of her homeland of Dalmasca, but there was secretly a part of him that was a little relieved, as the thought of nearly twice the audience all staring up at him at that moment was enough to make him weak in the knees.

It was still hard to believe that he was marrying someone from Dalmasca at all, to be honest. Their two nations had been at war with one another for longer than most could remember, and indeed, many no longer even knew what had started the hostilities between them to begin with, leaving them to simply carry on with what was practically tradition at this point. One couldn't exactly control who they fell in love with though, and Thomas had practically been smitten with Vixen from the moment the two of them had met, when she had first moved into his neighborhood some time ago, and had so sweetly asked for his help adjusting to her new surroundings. Spending so much time with the lovely woman had naturally led from one thing to the next, and it wasn't long before they were dating, and... well... even less time had passed before Thomas was picking out the engagement ring and planning on how best to pop the question.

His family had been a little resistant to the idea at first... or at least his Mother had been; his father actually seemed to approve of the pair once he'd gotten a good look at Ava, something that was both gratifying and mortifying at the same time, as he'd been just as aware of the fox's curves and beauty as his son had been, and hadn't hesitated to let him know once his mother was out of earshot.

There weren't many girls out there who understood the importance of his work as the Head of Security at the Galcian Research and Development Center. It was a job that required a lot of his time and attention, which turned a lot of his prospective dates away in the past, but she was completely understanding of his commitments, and even showed interest in his job, something that had almost never happened before. He was lucky to have found someone like her, that much he knew.

He just wished he could find a way to calm himself down! Soon the music was beginning to play that signaled the coming of the Bride, and the rabbit turned to the doors while taking a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm himself. He'd be fine. Once he saw Ava walking down the aisle, he was sure he'd be fine.

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The music of the organ began playing as Ava made her way down the isle in her lovely wedding dress, looking like an angel walking the earth as she stepped forth in time with the music. Every eye was upon her and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. With every step she took, the vixen got closer to her soon to be husband. She had never though she would walk down the steps to the altar. Let alone as part of a mission. Still, even if it was a job, it was amazing to be here.

She felt the eyes of the gathered rabbit's all looking upon her as she made her way down towards her husband. She was mere moments from becoming Mrs. Hopper. Some of Thomas's family looked at her like she was a hussy though, but most of his family seemed either indifferent or pleased with the new wife the young rabbit had gotten for himself, which was good news for Ava as she got closer and closer to her beloved, and soon held his hand as they exchanged rings.

The rest of the ceremony was a blur, but she remembered it clearly when the most important part came.

"I do." she said clearly and with more emotion than when she had rehearsed it a hundred times in the mirror, and made sure to smile as she kissed Thomas when they were pronounced Husband and Wife.

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Ava looked absolutely beautiful as she slowly walked down the isle to join Thomas, and the little bundle of nerves he had been carrying around in his stomach all day grew less and less overbearing the closer and closer she came, until it had all but vanished by the time she had reached him and taken his hand in her own. The ceremony started soon after she had arrived, but the rabbit was too busy looking into the vixen's eyes for most of it to register, as if entranced by the sight of her in her wedding dress... or the thought of what she might look like without it.

He managed to snap out of his reverie just in the nick of time to do his part though, echoing his bride with a "I do." before the two of them gave the other a loving kiss as they were finally pronounced Husband and Wife. His arms encircled her as their lips met, and it wasn't until a long moment had passed that he finally pulled away with a happy smile on his face, feeling an even greater rush than usual whenever they kissed.

So it was that as the wedding party moved over to the reception and the festivities began, that Thomas took his Bride's hand in his own and gently tugged her in the direction of a quiet and out of the way corner while his family enjoyed themselves. Relatively alone and unable to resist having at least this much fun before they were in their honeymoon suite, his lips claimed hers for another deep and passionate kiss as his hands explored her curves through her wedding dress. Lips parting after a long moment of tongue-wrestling and beginning to peck her soft and fuzzy neck, he half-laughed, half-groaned in pleasure. "I can't believe we're finally married... I've been waiting for this..."

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Ava shivered as she kissed Thomas's lips. The sensation of his mouth meeting hers and the thunderous applause from the rabbit's family had her feeling goosebumps all along her body as she moved in deeper with tom to really sell their kiss. She was honestly relieved that his family seemed to approve, and weren't already calling for her blood. Well, not yet at least. But as soon as the kiss was broken, she had to keep up with Thomas as he pulled her along down the isle, small flower petals being thrown up into the air as Thomas's family wished him the best and some looked on with envy as they saw his wife's tail swaying side to side. Including his father who had to struggle not to fantasize about his son's new wife.

Once they got to the main hall, that was when the real party began. Music, played on exotic instruments that Ava had never seen back in Dalmasca. There was food, drink, dancing and lots of joy. It was much louder and more lively than the parties she was accustomed to, but she had to admit it looked like fun.

She had been just about to grab herself one of the interesting pastries they had when Thomas too her hand and pulled her off away into a quiet little corner, where he proceeded to let out his desires for her, hands exploring her curves, trying to feel her up through her dress. If Ava was being honest about herself, it felt wonderful. She had been very frustrated since starting the mission. The sensation of his tongue in her mouth and then him kissing her neck, left her wanting to just ride him there in front of everyone.

"Oh, Thomas." Ava moaned out, letting him slip his hands up her wedding dress as her own hand reached down the front of his pants, and she found herself pleasantly surprised at what she felt in her hand.

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The way that Ava softly moaned his name was excruciatingly exciting, and Thomas felt a shiver course through him as he felt his new bride's hand slipping down the front of his pants to explore. She would find that he was already quite firm and strong within her grip; her touch only exciting him further, his hands grew a little more bold in their own exploration of her body, running up and down her curves and ever so slightly cupping her breasts before sliding down to tease her a little.

"What do you say we sneak out of here a little early, huh?" he whispered softly against her lips before stealing another deep kiss, pressing his body lustfully against hers so that there could be no doubt of just how excited he really was. He may have been an old-fashioned sort, but that didn't mean there hadn't been times where he had wanted to take that next step just as much as Ava, or that there hadn't also been times when he'd been frustrated as well. Now that there was nothing to get in their way, the only thing on his mind was making up for lost time with the woman that he loved.

"No one will notice if we disappear..." he said playfully, very nearly grinding himself against her waist as his need grew to be almost overwhelming. It wasn't like him to be the more forward of the two of them, but this was a special day, and somehow he doubted Ava would mind if he took the lead for a change.

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"My, my Thomas, you have been rather impatient... but perhaps I have made you wait long enough?" The vixen told him, removing her glasses from her face before she pressed her lips to her rabbit lover's, moaning into the kiss as she wrapped a hand around the back of his head as she opened her mouth to let her tongue wrap around his and wrestle for dominance. The two lovers, now spouses, were not noticed as they moved off to their own private little corner.

In their hidden spot, away from the eyes of all others she pulled him deeper into her embrace, his face buried into the cleavage of her breasts and one of her legs wrapping back around him as she let him grind his hard on against her, the tent in his pants pressing against the silk of her specially chosen lingerie. But if Thomas didn't want to wait, she understood.

"Go ahead tom, show me why you rabbits have such big families." She said with a lick of her lips as she moved her panties to the side with one hand, letting him get a good look at her moist, pink womanhood, her body smelling like the finest meal ever, calling to him and asking him to breed her.

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Thomas was practically quivering with barely repressed need as Ava teased him over his sudden and impatient libido, so excited that to be denied now would be like torture for the rabbit. Thankfully his vixen bride was more than willing to be accommodating, and he groaned against her lips as she pulled him in and kissed him in that special way that only she seemed able to; tongues wrestling with one another heatedly, he held her tightly against himself and allowed their lips to meet again and again as they slipped away to a more private space to continue what he'd started.

Closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of content as she allowed him to bury his face into her bosom the way that he liked, Thomas continued grinding his rock hard erection against Ava's wedding dress, slipping between her legs as she wrapped one around his waist and rubbing against her panties as well. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this..." he grunted as his hand slipped up to caress her breasts while his other helped to support his wife.

Panting a bit with arousal as she moved her panties to one side so that he could see what he was aiming for, Thomas lined up his hips with hers and began to press forward in earnest, feeling the head of his manhood forcing it's way inside. His eyes never left her own the entire time that they were becoming one, and he slowly leaned in to rest his forehead against hers as inch after inch slid inside, then claimed her lips once more in a fiery kiss to both show his love for the vixen and to silence any of their cries as he began to slide his hips back and forth.


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The fall of the proud is often hard and fast... or at least that was what her father told her. Aseras Panteer, last of House Panteer and heir to the throne of Alderaan, had been hidden away since her birth. Raised by those very slim few who where still loyal to her father and mother, their servants, as a low born. Out of all twenty years of her life she had seen her parents a total of five times and three years ago she lost them both. Their servants brought her to the summer palace of House Panteer since it had been ransacked years ago and they believe no one would look for the heir there.

The main problem for the servants was the fact Aseras looked so much like her father, whose Panteer blood had been strong, and any of the older Ulgo house would be able to tell the young woman's heritage. To try and help hide herself Aseras often wore hooded outfit that concealed her deep dark black hair and soft blue eyes. The only time she ever dropped the hood was when she knew she was safe, and she always knew when it was somehow. Aseras believed it was just something she got from being on the run for so long that she knew when she was safe, but the truth was something else was telling her. Through the years when there was a chance of being caught or when a lot of luck was needed, Aseras always seemed to prevail... unbeknownst to the heir of Alderaan the Force was present within. Yet that very gift was about to become her curse.

While Jorun and Talia where out at the market to get what food they could, the one who would take their charge had made his was to the summer palace. Aseras, playing the role of a servant, stepped out of the door to meet Octavian Valadius as a proper servant would. Even if his attire didn't give him away as a Lord of the Sith Aseras could feel that within her being, the trade off was Octavian could feel the Force within her. "Um... I... I... greetings Lord of the Sith, I am Aseras. If I may ask what would bring a mighty one such as yourself here?" She asked as politely as she could.

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Octavian blinked a bit in surprise as he was approached by the servant, and surprised in many ways. The first was the fact he had been identified. If it had happened inside the Sith Empire, at Kaas City or at the Academy, then it would not be such a shock. He had been named the Empire's Wrath, the personal enforcer and will of the Council, in absence of the Emperor. His mere presence at an Imperial stronghold or garrison was enough to make generals shite themselves. Octavian was not in the borders of the Sith Empire. He had not hidden his movements as it was an advantage to have Imperials on their toes, but Octavian had not advertised his travel. To be greeted and recognized had put a momentary pause in his step.

Octavian reached out with a gloved hand, cupping Aseras' cheek in a intimate gesture, letting a thumb rub at the corner of her mouth as he stared into the depths of the hood she was wearing, as if to get a better look at her. The largest surprise which gave Octavian the most pause was the resonance he felt inside of the woman. He did not know how the Jedi missed her as Alderaan was one of their more fertile grounds for recruitment. It almost made him wonder if they had in fact missed one so strong in the Force. The Jedi were not exactly known for their... subtly. There were however the Shadows, the very select part of the order, Jedi Sentinels who had been created to be the eyes and ears of the Order, to seek out the Sith hidden among them.

Caution was warranted. While Octavian had no issues with being forward and direct, there was a time and place, and he needed far more Intelligence than he currently had. All he had at the moment was rumor and innuendo. It was not enough. The fact he had someone who was Force sensitive here to meet him was telling. It was either providence, or fate, or planned. A mixture of all of them together perhaps. No words were exchanged yet between Aseras and Octavian, his thumb caressing now over her lips and chin as he continued to study her. A pretty little bird she was, the type he would enjoy a dalliance and distraction. Of course such too could be foreseen and planted. Either way she deserved to be kept close till he was certain with her.

"If I told you it was you my pretty little bird? It would not be too out of character as you have said I am a mighty lord, and simple common or ordinary would not do for my tastes." Again a lingering gaze taking in the entirety of her form before speaking again, his touch upon her face dropping with a lingering touch. "Regardless of what you say or wish, you will be with me for the foreseeable future. House Ulgo is consolidating its power, and there had been rumor of data kept here by House Panteer they could not afford to have in either the Republic's or the Sith Empire's hands. While such strikes me as wild fantasy and perhaps the bait for a poorly conceived trap, it was information which could not be ignored. As such a servant familiar with the palace would be... helpful, and you do wish to be helpful to me, do you now my little bird?"

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When Octavian reached for her Aseras her first instinct was to pull away from the Dark Lord, however she wished not to anger him in any way. She used her will power, tapping a bit into the Force without truly knowing it, to keep herself standing upon her shaky knees. Rarely, if ever, is a common servant this close or... intimate, with a Lord of the Sith. Then again, he was the one who reached out to her.

As he looked her over, with almost knowing and hungry eyes, Aseras felt that fight or flight response creeping higher in the back of her mind. Her breathing became more rapid which caused her breasts to rise and fall at an increased rate. Yet even with that the normal gasping like sound that often accompanied it was missing. Either this servant had been taught how to keep her composure rather well, or she was not as frightened of Octavian as she seemed to be. Her eyes focused more upon him now, the build of a warrior before her. She'd be greatly impressed if she wasn't so frightened.

However when he began to speak she seemed to snap back to the matter at hand. "My Lord? Why would one such as yourself wish of a simple servant?" Aseras humbly asked as he released her. She placed one hand upon her chest to calm her pounding heart as she tried to regain what composure she had lost. "Of course my Lord. I can show you to the records room though you should know, my parents told me this palace was sacked long ago so I am unsure how much you will truly be able to re cover." Aseras answered as she turned and began to walk, leading him as she said she would.

While the palace had been sacked a great deal didn't look too bad. Here and there the nature of the planet was reclaiming what it believed it was owed but most of the damage caused by the sacking itself seemed to have been cleaned away. Just how long had these servants been living here? Aseras spoke little to none as she lead Octavian down the halls to the records room as she promised. After she opened the doors for him she waited till he entered first before following.

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Octavian stopped in his tracks and turned to regard Aseras once more. A hand started at her waist and moved up oh so slowly, skipping over and not touching her breast, but he did glide his thumb along the edge to let her know the omission of touching her there was not an oversight but purposeful, as if to draw her attention to them because he did not let his caress glide over them. He ended with cupping at her cheek in a surprisingly intimate gesture, his thumb caressing at the corner of Aseras' mouth. His voice was soft now, but it lost none of his commanding and charismatic presence because of it. In fact it seemed for several moments the world about Aseras did not exist save for the two of them and only them.

"A servant yes, or at least you seem to be. If so you are doing a marked good deception, enough to fool even one with the abilities of a Sith Lord." Still Octavian reached out to see if there was any spike in her emotions with his words. It was not an aspect of the Force which was one of his strengths he would admit. His skills and talent were more with enhancing his abilities for combat, his reflexes sharper, agility and strength beyond the norm of human skill as the Force ensured he did not tear or destroy muscles, bones, connective tissue in pushing his body far beyond the limitations of his body. It was second nature to him, done so at such a level it was like breathing. It was how he became the deadliest melee combatant, what earned him the title of the Wrath of the Empire.

It was clear however he was going to need to grow, to become more than a weapon to be directed at the Empire's enemies. There were adjustments for him as the right hand of Darth Imperius. He could not let hold him back. The mission to Alderaan was too important, for either the Sith or the Republic. "Even if you are a servant, I do not believe with the look of cunning intelligence inside your eyes you are anything but simple. Besides it is almost the worst kept secret servants know near everything about a location even the people living there do no. So, my lovely little bird, do tell me where the former residents would have possible kept things..." Octavian leaned in now, his moth but a feather's kiss away from Aseras's lips as he finished. "...secret."

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Aseras froze the moment Octavian's touch. Unlike before she couldn't understand his wish or need to touch her the way he was now. Was it some sort of way of trying to make her more comfortable in his presents or maybe he just enjoy the look and feel of her? Aseras didn't know what she was more worried about, the fact a Sith Lord was attempting to calm her... or that the fact she might have caught the eye of a powerful Sith Lord.

When he reached out to read her emotions he felt a fair amount of worry tinted with fear, something he surely found in many before, yet under all of that was a bit of awe and a bit of... attraction. Aseras had none of the training to fight off his attack, so even with how little Octavian could put forth was more than enough to feel she was greatly worried at his words but it didn't feel like that of a Jedi. Besides a Jedi could hide this better surely.

The further he leaned in the greater Aseras' worry grew but the moment he finish his sentience Aseras came back to life. She quickly slipped from his grasp and stepped away from the Sith, her back against the wall. "I was not raised here My Lord, nor did I serve. This place fell long before I was born." Aseras explained as she turned to look away from him. "I had heard rumors that under the records room is a vault but I have never laid eyes upon it." She told him as she let out a quiet breath, trying to get her nerves under control.

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Octavian tilted his head to the side, curious and a bit confused by what he was sensing from Aseras. Oh he expected the spike of fear. The Sith Empire was built upon fear, intimidation, slavery, and more. It was nothing more than he had expected and if she had been a spy, the fear of discoverer was certainly would have spiked. What he had not expected to feel was desire and attraction. While Octavian was far from what they would ugly or unattractive, desire was not something common sensed in others, not unless he truly was trying to seduce the other. Of course one of the few talents he did have was the ability was when he was trying to influence someone with the Force, it was lust in which they reacted with more often than not. He was not trying to influence Aseras with the Force, not yet, still he felt what he did from her. Interesting.

Octavian let loose of Aseras's chin, and let his hand run down her body to the small of her back. He applied subtle pressure there to guide her, and perhaps subtle influence as well. His smile was charming, if with a bit of an edge to it. He had found the spot on a woman's small of the back an oft neglected, and thus the nerve clusters there caressed and stimulated. When used with the Force with a subtle nudge. He was not looking to have the woman want to jump him there and beg him to ravish her, but to lessen her fear response and be far more amendable and agreeable to him, to aid him as despite her words, she obviously knew far more about the location than her initial words.

"You see, far more than a simple servant. Quite ravishing you are even, and something we can speak about at length later. For now please come with me and we can find the records room, and this vault which may lay underneath it. I have suspect it may shed light which will change the face of Alderaan. I know so in fact because the Force led me here, brought me here to you. While you are easily the most stunning looking woman I have had cause to witness, and before you believe I am speaking hyperbole I do have a Twi'Lek as a member of my crew so I am speaking with some measure of credibility to my judgment."

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The flow of the Force from Octavian and the charming smile he was flashing her made Aseras' cheeks flash with a deep pink blush. She brought up a hand and placed it upon his strong arm as she tried to twist out of his grasp. While so much of her found herself attracted to this Sith Lord, though she couldn't understand why, the rest of her was screaming to get away from him as soon as possible. He was a Sith Lord after all, and when they take interest in something it is almost always a disaster. Look at Alderaan for an example.

"I am more than willing to show you the records room and help you look for the vault My Lord." Aseras said as she turned her head away to try and hide her embarrassment, though it didn't work as well as she wished. "If my Lord would be so willing to release me, I shall take you to the records room." She muttered softly, slightly worried that she may say something to set him off.

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Octavian was toying with her he knew. It was not honorable he knew, but then again he was not a Jedi and passion was one of the emotion which fueled and guided him. Oh the smile was an edge of friendly mixed with wicked. He did not let go of Aseras. He see her flush, feel her body's reaction to him. It was interesting, very much so to him. Octavian enjoyed... variety, and he and Venture had explored the depths of what a willing Twi'lek sex slave could offer. Something different, something exotic in her own manner and way, oh yes the thought was tempting. So much so his finger traced a path about each breast rising and falling with her rapid breathing, coming closer and closer to where her nipples would be as he nearly purred at her.

"Perhaps I do not desire to release you? I can sense the conflict in you. Part of you wishes to run, to accomplish what I ask so you can be far away from a Lord of the Sith, to be away from the Empire's Wrath." The fingers moved in every tighter circles now and he had now pressed his body against hers so she could feel the hard and solid presence of his muscular frame. The pads of his fingers now grazed against the edge of her nipples as he continued. "But the other part of you does not want to flee. It aches and pulses inside of you and the thought of staying with me, of being used by me, to be powerless before me as I bring you to carnal release again and again..." Octavian licked lightly at her lips and had his whisper lightly caress her skin. "...and again."

Octavian held the grip for several more heartbeats, then ever so slowly, stepped back, giving back her personal space, and finally letting go of her. Gone was the darkly seductive and erotic mantle about him and he was once more the polite and weighted presence of nobility. He made a gesture towards the still intact corridors before them, his voice and tone matching his demeanor, his accent crisp and cultured, and native to Alderaan. "By all means, do lead the way my dear. Business first should be conducted first and then we could explore the possibilities of... pleasure."

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Aseras shivered from the touches that the Sith Lord before her made as he explored her form of his own wish. Lust pooled in her stomach as he reached her breast, feeling them but never truly touching their peaks. Inside Aseras screamed! She wanted to push this man away and run as fast as her feet would carry her yet... she found herself begging that his fingers would brush over her nipples that he seemed so set on avoiding.

When he spoke, questioning her though it was obvious that he didn't really want an answer, Aseras opened her lips slightly to answer only for no word to fall from them, instead she only gasped before his tongue traced the lines of her lips. Her knees quivered and threatened to buckle under their own weight yet she was sure that she wouldn't fall... not pressed against his masterful form like she was. But soon that was taken away.

As Octavian released her, Aseras leaned back against the wall of the opening to the crippled home gasping for air as she tried to collect herself. It seemed he just switched in a blink... how could one do that? Aseras tried to clear her mind as she stood up fully and nodded to the Sith Lord and began to make her was down the corridors. It show a bit of neglect but it still seemed livable. When the finally reached the record room, Aseras stepped aside and allowed Octavian to ended and look around as he saw fit. She would only enter if he called for her she told herself.

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Octavian let Aseras take the lead. Oh he could have walked beside her easily enough. He had enough command of the Force despite the lack of talent in the Sense force skills to give him a six or so seconds premonition. More than such and the possibilities of the future get to be too much for even him to track, No, he did not walk beside Aseras because the view from behind was far more enticing for Octavian. The one thing he had experienced in his time with the Empire, there will always be some crisis to the next and once lived for the moment in between. He was confident in his abilities and his mastery of the Force, yet so had others who had come before him and they too eventually found something which they could not overcome.

All too soon for Octavian's liking, the trip came to an end and Aseras moved to the side as if trying to fade into the background, as many servants seem to have the ability to do so, to not be seen till their services are needed. Save now he had noticed Aseras he could not help but notice her. So he stopped before her and still kept his warm smile,and the look which held more than intelligence but the fires of passion which was the cornerstone of his beliefs and his command of the Force. He made a gesture again towards the open room. "Oh no my dear, please after you. You are such a stunning vision I could not possible be without. Also you have been so helpful, and I have a... feeling, you will continue to be so."

Octavian waited for Aseras to enter and then he himself did so casting for a look about the mostly intact room. It was shielded from the elements which aided his investigation, but there was something which had him taking it a moment. Ever since he had arrived, the Force had told him this was the location. He thought when Aseras had revealed a possible records vault not yet explored it would be what the Force had been tugging him towards, but now he was here, and the Force was not pulling him anywhere. Octavian started to move about to get some sensation. He gave his head a shake and then gestured about the chamber. "So my dear, is there any place I should start, a loction in here which had not been searched before?"

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Aseras seemed to force back an annoyed sigh as she stepped into the room as requested by Octavian. Though after she did so she swiftly moved to the side so that Octavian could entered the core of the archive. Remaining quiet Aseras watched Octavian with a bit a wonder, why had he actually come all the way out here... there was nothing left here that was why Aseras was brought here to being with.

When Octavian turned and addressed her it snapped her out of her wonders. "I am unsure what you are looking for my Lord." Aseras told him honestly. The little information that Octavian told her when he first arrived wasn't much to go on and what was left here still ranged widely. "Maybe you could give me something more to go on?" She requested as she now made her way to the center of the room.


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Another human man stepped up to talk to her mas... to... the... man... April had imprinted on. She didn't recognize him, of course, though he seemed to be in charge. She likely would learn about him soon, too. Now that her container's door had opened, all the information that had been locked on her info pad would be available to her. He talked to... the... man... as if she wasn't there, which would normally make her fur bristle, but she was too busy at the moment trying to maintain her composure in front of the man who was, it seemed to be her partner.

A glance at the other man. If he had opened the door. Would she feel the same way about him instead? It seemed unbelievable. An yet, it had seemed unbelievable that she feel like this about anyone at all. If felt so good. So perfect. It was all she could do not to start wagging like a pup. She loved how wonderful he made her feel. And she hated it. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! She couldn't work like this and if she couldn't work at the one thing she was made for, what good was she? And, of course, there were all her younger siblings-to-be. If she didn't perform well, what would become of them? Either they'd be left to a purposeless life or else they'd never exist and she would be alone in her kind. She didn't know which was worse.

But her mas... Reeves was speaking now and her thoughts were disrupted as he instantly captured her rapt attention. "A name? No." April shook her head and felt a harsh pang at not being able to fulfill his request. "I... I have more designations, with different meanings, but I was told that our... my human is supposed to give me my name." The idea of being named by him was almost overwhelming. She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself, but only got more of his scent, making her head swim. In the end, she had to turn away to lean on the nearby wall, facing away from him. "Mas... Ree..." A pause. "Look, I'm... I'm sorry I... this isn't how it..." She swallowed. "You're... we're supposed to be partners, right? Could you... could you say that? Tell me that I'm your partner? I think... I think it would help."

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It would appear that Marshal Leo Reeves wasn't the only one feeling uncertain and off balance. He could feel his remaining eyebrow arch slightly, as AP-001 seemed to struggle to answer his question. Or rather, she answered the question directly but struggled with an explanation and how she was suppose to address him. He caught her attempt to call him master again and her try to use his last name, like the Minster had, as she turned her face away from him. Was it to hide embarrassment? Or was looking at him, before they had worked things out, helping to cause her to struggle with her words?

"Alright" said Leo, taking a few steps forwards and reaching out, he placed one of his hands on her shoulder. She'd be able to see the scars etched into his flesh. Many were small and faded, from cuts and scratches, the normal things to acquire in a jungle. But plainly more recent and standing out from the rest, was a semicircle of would have been punctures, from wrist, along most of the back of his hand and down to the second set of knuckles on his fingers. It looked like something had tried to bite his whole hand off.

"Your my partner" he said slowly and clearly, "And just call me Leo. Now," Marshal Reeves added a few seconds later, "What about your name? AP-001... AP... How about April?"

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She yelped in surprise when the human placed his hand on her shoulder. But then, finally, he said it. That she was her partner. The statement, with the force of an order, sent a shudder of relief running all through her as all the contradictions were resolved. If he wanted her as his partner, then she could act as his partner, do her job properly, without needing to worry about the powerful impulses that the imprinting had brought to her. She could stand by him, look him in the eye and act professionally. Mostly. While she was on duty. Once she wasn't on duty, well... that could be handled later.

Plus, she now had a name. April. She loved it! She would have loved any name that he gave her, but that didn't chance the fact.

April spun around and once more gave a salute, crisply, this time, and without hesitation. "Prospective Marshall April reporting for duty.", she declared. Her voice was clear and her smile was confident, making her seem like a completely different person than the mess she had become as soon as she'd see Leo. "I'm sorry about all of that. That was a bad impression and completely unprofessional of me." She extended a half-gloved hand. "I look forward to working as your partner, Leo." There was perhaps a hint of extra affection in her voice as she said his name, but her manner still remained professional for now. She did notice the strange punctures on Leo's hand, but chose not to make mention of them yet. There would be plenty of time for that sort of thing later, after all.

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The transformation, which came over April, was as impressive as it was unexpected. She went from stumbling over her words and near to falling apart, to, well, a professional police officer. One might be worried over such a change, pondering if the being in question, might have mental instability and other traits, which would be problematic for field work. But then again, context was king. One could forgive some quirkiness, after a long voyage locked inside a metal box, smaller than most jail cells or at least those found in civilized places. Frontier worlds and space stations rarely had such nice accommodations for those breaking the rules. Not to mention the hopefully temporary, impact this imprinting process might have.

"It will be nice" said Leo, grasping the offered hand with his own callused one, "To have someone watching my back."

He had failed to return the salute, it had been so long, since he had engaged in the niceties of city police, that his reflexes for such things had grown rusty. Although his handshake was easy and firm, a gesture he was far more used to making. Out in the jungle, when he did arrive at smaller towns and outposts, he was rarely saluted but such folk were quick to offer their hands in greeting. Or at least they were to a ranging and respected lawman. Strangers might not get such a warm welcome, given the number of bandits to be found skulking about in the shadows and swamps.

"Well" said Reeves, as the handshake was released. He took a half step back and ran a critical eye up and down the Anthro standing before him. Just a uniform and nothing else. She was going to need a lot of equipment, if she was going to survive, trekking around with him. He also couldn't help but notice her figure, triggering his memories again, of the only other of her kind, he had seen in real life, the companion of the politician. Again, he felt the twitch in his fingers, the urge to find out of her fur was soft. He suppressed that desire, even as he noticed that the fur he thought was black, was in fact a very dark blue.

"Lets go get you geared up in the armory", he continued, as he turned to walk towards one of the doors, "I assume you've had weapons training. Do you have any preferences? If there was one thing the colony mission didn't skimp out on, it was weapons. They have energy and projectile ones."

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The shame of the way she acted upon their first meeting would probably weigh on April for a long time. Her only excuse was that she hadn't been made ready for the conflict that would occur between her Anthro instincts and police training at that moment. Once the trial moved to pilot, she would have to make sure to recommend proper procedures so that her 'siblings' wouldn't encounter the same issue. Leo, thankfully, seemed to take it in stride, though, as he took her hand and they shared a firm handshake. "I'll watch your back if you watch mine, partner.", she replied, looking at him straight in the eye.

Leo's own eye, however, seemed, to wander, taking in her form. April didn't realize how skimpy her uniform might seem. As far as she knew, it was a proper uniform that her parent company had procured for her for just this purpose. But the way he looked at her, not seeming too unappreciative, made her feel warm. After all, while being declared by him as his partner had allowed her to regain her composure, it didn't change how she felt about him.

"Of course.", April replied to Leo's question as she followed behind him. "I have had training with all relevant weapons and tactics. Thorough on the standard equipment, basic on everything classified human portable and simulated on anything above.", she declared simply without a hint of boasting in her voice. "I can send you my specs, training and qualifications later, if you want." She was surprised that he didn't already know all of this. Her parent companies should have sent all the information already. Maybe this was all a surprise to him? It would match his reaction and some of the things the other man had said. "But if we're talking about my sidearm, I'd like a projectile one, ballistic and semi-automatic. I guess I'm an old-fashioned kind of girl." The genetically modified dog-woman grinned at this. "But I'd like to have something simple and reliable at my side, in case I ever need to use it."

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Leo didn't miss a beat as he led the way through the door and into a hallway but he did start to laugh. His shoulders shook slightly and there was an undertone of amusement in the sound but it was more feral than anything else. It made him wonder, a similar thought to her own. Had the Anthro not been briefed on Vathiea Prime and the duties of the Colonial Marshals? Did she not of the many predators lurking in the jungles? Some small, some large and some monstrous. Was she not told of the gangs and pirates hiding out, preying on the settlers or cooking up strange new drugs, to be smuggled into the civilized worlds?

He looked back at her, over his shoulder, with a smile. There was no amusement in the flash of teeth. It was knowing. It was the expression of a veteran about to impart knowledge to a naive new recruit. One of his hands tugged on a strap, readjusting the pulse rifle on his back, as if he was making it ride more comfortable but also to draw attention to the weapon. It could have been easy to miss, not only because he preferred the more compact carbine version, which seemed to naturally belong on his person but there had also been the imprinting process, which might have blurred some details.

"Its not a question of if you'll need to use one" said Marshal Reeves, as they went up a flight of stairs, "But a question of when you'll need to use one."

He paused at the landing, turning to face his new partner, standing far enough back, to give her room to get off the stairs.

"I was informed" Leo continued, "Of getting a partner, mere minutes before I opened that container they sent you in. So I don't know what sort of training you have received or what you were told about Vathiea Prime but this is the short and simple of it. Never minding criminal elements or settlers pushed past mental breaking limits, this world is filled with advanced and primitive animal life, which as no fear of man or our creations. Nearly every predator out there, is going to see me and you, as food and they will try to take a bite out of you. We're not even that safe here in the city. Despite the fences and security grids, there are dangerous creatures lurking in the alleyways and slipping into the buildings."

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April worried as Leo's shoulders started shaking. She started to reach out to him, wondering if he was alright, when he turned his face to her suddenly. Her eyes were drawn to his weapon. She recognized it. She'd trained on it, though it wasn't what was considered to be standard policing equipment. It was much too powerful for that.

"I... uhm..." April was taken aback for a moment, but soon rallied. "I wasn't briefed on the assignment in any particulars.", she replied. "I was only told that I was going to be doing police work wherever I ended up. Any training and information was to be acquired on site. But yes, I can handle that thing." She pointed at Leo's gun carbine. "That and anything else I can carry. But since you seem to know much more than me about the situation here, I think I should leave it up to you to choose something appropriate for now." She would not back down so easily. She had a job to do, though it seemed that it would be much rougher than she had expected. "And don't worry too much about things trying to bite me. I can take care of myself." She smiled widely, clearly showing her teeth. "And I know how to bite back."


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Morrigan was aware enough of her own height that she could tell that, even without the heels, she would easily have a few inches on Cedar, and she liked that fact. She also positively adored the way Cedar couldn't seem to finish a sentence before trailing off nervously. As the girl's parents made their excuses and departed to go get the other kid settled, she smirked. "Just you and me now, cutie." She said, giving Cedar an appraising look up and down, circling her as she did so. Her tongue slipped out between her lips and picked them with anticipation. She was going to have to see if she could court the beautiful little bundle of nerves. The things she wanted to do to her... Gods, they would have so much fun together. The thought of making the girl squeal in pleasure was getting her wet. But that would come later, once she had gotten the girl buttered up with shameless flattery and flirtation. It could take a while. Poor Cedar wouldn't know what hit her. And that would make it easier to wrap the smaller girl around her little finger.

"You're such a pretty little thing, you know that?" She said with a grin. "First time away from home, right? Well, stick with me, and I'll help you get your bearings. In fact, I'll help you get unpacked, and then we can head on to orientation. How's that sound? You like that idea?" She asked, then gently placed a finger against Cedar's lips. "Shhh," she cooed, "don't speak; just nod." She said softly, gazing into those lovely green eyes with her own blue ones. "You have such pretty eyes, Cedar. And we're going to have so much fun giving you a makeover. We've got plenty to work with to get you all dolled up. You'll be turning heads everywhere you go by the time I'm done with you. Guys, girls, everything in between. We'll go everywhere together, get so much attention between the two of us that it'll make all the other girls jealous."

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Cedar stared, gulping as the other girl circled her a bit, not entirely used to other people, especially other girls, calling her a ''cutie''. Maybe Morrigan was just one of those people, the ones who let out terms of endearment naturally, the words flowing from their lips with such ease that it was impossible to stop. Her mother was that way, constant with the ''babies'' and ''honeys'' to the point where all of her children had to look up to see who she was speaking too, though, she typically had a specific one per child anyway. Cedar was ''baby'', probably due to her infantile-like ability to speak a proper full sentence around other people. She gulped though, as Morrigan paused in front of her, telling her she was pretty, another odd phrase for Cedar in general.

Opening her mouth to respond, the tiny thing was quickly stopped by Morrigan's finger. She blinked, having not expected that at all, but nodded anyway, not really sure what else to do. She did like the idea of having someone to walk campus with instead of being completely on her own. Sure, she'd still be awkward as hell, but at least she wouldn't be alone. Things got worse though, when Morrigan told her her eyes were pretty and that they were going to give her a makeover. She blinked, flushing at that, and immediately pulled away, angling her body away from the other girl. She quickly dug her sheets out of the hamper and headed for the bed on the right, not caring who had what side and most of Morrigan's things seemed to be skewed to the left anyway. She grabbed hold of the ladder and climbed up, shaking out the blue sheet and starting to lift the corners of the mattress to get it on. "I'm f-f-fine without a m-makeover, thanks." She stated a bit coolly, not liking them in the slightest. Her sisters were always doing that to her, making fun by pinning her down and putting make up on her face or trying to squeeze her into clothes that were too tight and made her feel more awkward than she already did.

Once the sheet was on, Cedar climbed back down, carefully and slowly, not wanting to fall. She began pulling things from the hamper. Pillows and blankets and tossing them upwards onto her bed so she could make it up without having to go up and down over and over again. She had to lift onto her tip-toes to do it and her shorts rode up a bit every time, revealing more of her slightly tanned thighs.

[User] It was delightful to watch Cedar's reaction, at least until she turned away. Morrigan made a note of that, realizing that she'd hit a wall there. She nodded slowly. "Okay, babe." She said. "We can put a pin in that and revisit the idea later, once we've gotten to know each other better. And we will, don't doubt that. We'll be the best of friends by the end of the semester, I'm sure of it." She said, watching the poor nervous wreck's shorts as they slid up her thighs. She licked her lips again, smiling. That ass was lovely. She debated saying something, but decided not to be too overt. "Those clothes look good on you." She said after a moment's thought. "I love a girl with a little meat on her bones. Makes for a nice sight to see."

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"Mhm." Cedar simply nodded, not entirely sure how to respond to Morrigan's suggestion of ''putting a pin in it'', a phrase she wasn't used to hearing very often but also, at least, knew the meaning of. She wasn't entirely sure they'd be best friends though. Cedar wasn't exactly the type of girl most people wanted to be friends with... she tended to be too socially awkward and anxious, never really outgoing about a lot of things. She climbed up her bed again, moving to situate her pillows and get the blankets laid out a little more properly, though it was difficult with a loft bed in general to actually make it. It was a lot about just kind of making things look nice rather than hanging anything down over the sides. She paused as Morrigan mentioned her clothes and looked down, not really sure what she meant. Her outfit was incredibly plain to the point of boring. Comfortable though... at least, until that one comment.

The tiny girl blinked, freezing as Morrigan talked about her body, making her feel incredibly awkward. She gulped again, re-positioning a rather ratty old turtle on her main pillow but clutching onto him tightly with one hand. His name was Ur'le, Cedar having been unable to pronounce ''t'' very when when she'd been little and she'd had him for... well, ages. Couldn't sleep without him. Finally though, she buried her face in her hands as a realization struck her, something she hadn't even worried about before. Morrigan definitely didn't look the part but...

"You're gay." It wasn't a question so much as a statement, and Cedar groaned, more for herself than anything. "I... l-l-look, I don't m-mind that... I j-just... I don't... I'm not. So... c-can you not? I... I mean... s-say stuff like that? It... it makes m-me... uncomfort-table..." She whispered, hoping she wasn't offending Morrigan, but needing to put it out there before things got too awkward.

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Morrigan shrugged at Cedar's response to her suggestion. "Okay." She said simply, nodding slowly. And then the girl buried her head in her hands and spoke, the whisper clear as day to her enhanced hearing. She nodded again as she kicked off her heels and grabbed her own bedding, scaling the ladder of her own bed one-handed. She balanced on the railing, feet at right angles to each other, one hand grasping the railing as she began tucking her sheets in, her skirt riding up just enough to show a hint of purple panties. She peered between her legs at Cedar, showing off a remarkable flexibility as she did so.

"I'm a lesbian, yes. And I'm not ashamed of that fact, whether you like it or not." She said. "I won't lie about the fact that I find you attractive. And I won't promise that I can check myself. I say what I'm thinking. I'll try to ease up, though, if it'll make you more comfortable." She said, moving fluidly to the next corner, her impeccable grace never failing her. "And this is college. It's kind of a tradition to experiment with your sexuality. Almost mandatory, really. So, if you decide to have some fun with a sexy lady, just let me know, and I'll be happy to indulge you, okay? That's all I'll say now." With that said and her sheets properly tucked in, she pulled off a leaping dismount from the bed that would make an Olympic gymnast jealous, sticking a perfect landing so lightly that it barely made a sound. She spun around to look up at Cedar, smiling widely. "What would you say? Perfect score on that?"

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Cedar heaved a sigh, watching curiously as Morrigan climbed her own bed with such ease it was like she was part ape. Her balance was amazing, and the little blonde had a bit of trouble looking away, fascinated by how someone could manage such a feat. The ceiling in here was high, so they wouldn't bump their heads, but she could still touch it if she reached up while sitting on her knees. She had some vinyl glow stars in her things that she'd have to put up later... so long as Morrigan didn't mind having them around. Cedar had a lot of trouble sleeping and the stars tended to calm her down a bit, enough for her to pass out by the time their glow stopped working.

The girl nodded, glad to clear up any misconceptions with Morrigan right away as opposed to dealing with them later. "I'd a-appreciate that." She sighed, feeling better a bit. She wasn't used to being hit on anyway, to the point where it was basically foreign to her. She wasn't noticeable back home, just as she wasn't within her own family. "I'm h-here to l-learn. Not ex-experiment." She confirmed firmly, not wanting Morrigan to think she'd ever be asking her to goof around in such a way. It was... wrong. At least, according to her parents. They had no tolerance for homosexuals, even if their children were a little bit more open to them. Morrigan didn't bother Cedar... so long as she didn't try to flirt with her too much. She wasn't like her parents... but they'd kill her if she did anything like that.

The little blonde laughed, a soft thing, moving her hand in a so-so kind of motion after Morrigan leapt from her bed. "Meh. Seven out of ten." She commented simply, not willing to give her a full score even if she did deserve it. She was lithe on her feet, Cedar had to admit that.

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Morrigan nodded as Cedar expressed her thanks. "No problem. We have to live together, so we need to be comfortable around each other." When the other girl firmly expressed that she was here to learn, not experiment, Morrigan pouted playfully. "Awww, that's too bad. We could have a lot of fun together."

After the dismount and Cedar's rendering of a 7/10 score, she stuck her tongue out playfully. "I'll have to challenge that before the committee." She said, then smiled. "Well, full disclosure: I'm probably going to be bringing lots of girls back here to have lots of hot lesbian sex with pretty often. Do you want me to put a sock on the door or something so you know when it's not safe to enter?"

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Cedar nodded, glad Morrigan understood. She climbed down from her own bed, having gotten it made up the way she liked for now and opting for one of her boxes. She tugged it open, gazing down at the slew of novels she had brought with her, unable to leave them behind. A lot of them were old and ragged, but that didn't matter to her. She could still read them just fine. She began tugging them out and setting them onto the bookcase attached to her desk. "Th-the committee t-took point off for e-ego." She commented simply, sticking her tongue back out at Morrigan, though, it was hard to sass someone when you stuttered the way she did. It would stop once she was more comfortable with her roommate.

At the mention of sex, Cedar paused, her face turning a brilliant shade of red. It was something not really discussed in her home, thus, making her extremely uncomfortable. It was another taboo thing, not to be really talked about unless it was to explain the purpose of it or your wedding night. "Y-yes... a sock pl-please. Or... or g-go to their room. If... if you c-can..." She stated softly, shaking a little bit as she then proceeded to knock over half the books she had just put up. She moved backwards to try and keep them from landing on her feet, but only managed to stumble into her box and fall backwards over it.

[User] Morrigan smirked at Cedar's sassy rebuttal. "Oh, the little doll has an attitude." She said, chuckling. She nodded again as Cedar responded. "Okay, I'll see if I can keep it out of our room." She agreed. She was starting to smile at Cedar's fumbling, then noticed the girl tripping over her own box, and couldn't stop herself. She was just a couple of steps away, and covered it in an instant, pivoting as she reached the girl, her arms slipping under Cedar's and catching her under the armpits, steadying her quickly and repositioning her. She held her for a moment, and smiled warmly. "There you go. I'm gonna let you go now, okay? Try not to fall over right away, okay?" She said, then released Cedar and stepped around her to begin picking up her books, setting them on the desk carefully. She glanced over at Cedar. "Bit of a klutz, aren't you?" She asked with a grin. "Should we put padding on all the corners and edges so you don't hurt yourself?"

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Cedar managed a small smile, not feeling as nervous around Morrigan as she had before. She was beginning to be a bit more relaxed, especially now that she'd stopped hitting on her so bluntly. She was glad that the other girl was willing to try and avoid having sex in their room for the most part, making Cedar feel a bit more comfortable with the idea of living together. She saw nothing wrong with lesbians, but she didn't want to walk in on anything by accident if possible either. As Cedar tripped, she closed her eyes, very much ready for the landing like she was used too. It never came though. Instead, Morrigan was right there, grabbing hold of her before she could go down completely and setting her upright. She blinked in surprise, turning her head to look up at the taller girl, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. She looked down at her feet once she'd regained her balance and carefully reached out to begin picking up books as well, making sure to step around the box when needed. "I... I'm j-just a little gravitationally ch-challenged." She explained, though, it was just a nicer way of calling herself a klutz to be honest.

Cedar groaned, reaching out to give Morrigan a playful punch on the arm, shaking her head. "Nah. I'm n-not a t-toddler." She affirmed, though, even as she said it she moved around the box and managed to trip over her feet and knock her head into the side of her bed. She grimaced, rubbing at it before turning and picking the box back up, setting it down on the desk now.

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It wasn't too much of a trade-off to agree to try to keep the sex out of their room if it kept Cedar a little bit more comfortable; that might make it easier to work on her. Cedar would need a lot of work before Morrigan could dial it up again and go full-force on her. Until then, it would be a matter of slowly pushing her a little further. Morrigan was happy to take her time on such matters. She chuckled as Cedar said that she was just a little gravitationally challenged. "Yeah, it tries to make us all pushovers." She agreed. When Cedar protested that she wasn't a toddler just before smacking her head into the bedpost, she couldn't help it, collapsing into a giggling fit.

"Could've... fooled... me." She said in between giggles. She moved over to Cedar's side, gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and leaned in. "Poor babygirl. Let me kiss it better." She cooed, moving to gently kiss the spot before rubbing Cedar's hair affectionately. "There we go. All better now." She said playfully, then moved back to her own things to begin unpacking, deciding to get out of the clumsy little girl's way. She picked up an ornately carved wooden chest and set it on her desk, popping it open with a smile.

"Let's see," she began, reaching in and sorting through the contents, "if everything's still here." She began removing objects from it and placing them on the desk. "Selena, Taylor, Jennifer, check." She said, placing three down. When she moved her hand, Cedar would be able to see that they were distinctly phallic shaped. "Ice Queen, check." She placed a strange-looking contraption of two adjustable metal straps and leather and cloth padding on the table. She pulled out another phallic object, this one quite large, made of glass, and attached to a cloth harness. "Ellen, check," she said, then peered into the box, "and the rest."


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Oliver was definitely on the smaller side of the scale. He was closer to the average height of a woman rather than a male. Which is probably why he was picked for this particular assignment. He was told by his boss that he needed to infiltrate the other gang that was trying to encroach on their turf. This other gang was relatively new in this area and clearly didn't understand that there were already claimed turfs. He had argued for some time about how his boss had come to the conclusion that it would be easier for him to take on the appearance of a woman to join, rather than just go in as a male, but found he lacked the ability to win the argument. So there he was walking down the road between the two territories in a short tight fitting skirt and a black mid-drift top, just loose enough to make people think he might have a female chest underneath. His legs were shaved and he had grown out his hair just a tad, just enough to have a hairstyle that could fit both.

He had looked himself over in the mirror a thousand times rolling his eyes as he finally set out for his mission. He had a knife attached to his leg, right on the inside of his boot, just in case anyone on the rival gang tried anything funny. He couldn't let them go too far or else they would know his secret and he'd be killed for sure. Show off but not too much, just enough to get attention and be allowed into the gang.

He figured this shouldn't take all that long, walk along the borders of the territories and catch some poor sucker's attention only to infiltrate the gang and figure out what he could from the inside before taking it down. It seemed however that wasn't going to be his fate for the day, as he ended up stumbling over a massive creature. "Shit." he tsked and leaned down "Hey... you okay?" he asked, poking what looked like an overgrown lizard in the side. The poor thing look so hurt, he looked around for a moment before running out towards the road and flagged down a taxi "Can you get me to the vet?" he asked, making his voice a bit higher than normal, might as well use the look to its advantage. Sure enough, he managed to get to the vet and have the taxi driver wait, while he helped the poor animal.

"Hello?" he called out. "Can anyone help me? I've got a hurt... uh... lizard... hello?" he called.

He was ignored, for the most part, with several dogs or cats taking precedence because they looked worse off. Oliver couldn't fathom how that was possible, but every time he looked over at the lizard it did seem to look better and better. Which in itself was a bit weird. Finally, he was seen by a rather annoyed vet, who wrote off the now smallish bite on the lizard and told Oliver to take better care of his pet and maybe not let it run loose or give it to the zoo. Oliver only frowned and took the lizard out of the vet and headed home. Why he decided to wander home with the lizard he had no idea, but it seemed friendly enough and he just wanted to be 100% certain that it was okay. After all, it looked like it was near death before he got it to the vet.

So there he was in his small flat, letting in a strange lizard and heading to the kitchen to grab some meat for the both of them. What did lizards eat anyway? Fuck... he honestly wasn't sure. So he moved over to his computer and started to research, what kind of lizard even was this thing? He wondered as he looked at it every now and then.

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Thorin stretched as his full strength came back and looked to the female human that helped him. Or at least tried to help. His scales a dark blue and the underbelly a near cyan color as he watched them get on the PC. His tongue flicked out as he tasted the air as he snuck off to the kitchen for hopefully a bite to eat. He paused halfway there with what could only be seen as perhaps confusion. This female humans scent tickled the back of Thorin's mind as he looked back at them.

He began to wonder why this females scent would arouse him at all. Last time he checked he wasn't even remotely interested in the opposite sex. He much preferred the males and couldn't understand why he felt this way. He shook his head again and finished his trip to the kitchen trying to silently open the fridge and grab some meat before the human had noticed I wasn't still lying there.

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Oliver huffed and slid down in his chair as he read through a few pages about lizards. He still wasn't sure what type of lizard but it seemed that big lizards ate meat, not just bugs. Though he supposed as he thought about it that bugs were a kind of meat. He got up from his seat as his own stomach growled at him not taking notice that the lizard had moved, but it didn't really matter when he caught it in the kitchen trying to open his fridge. He stopped for a moment before chuckling. "Hey!" he called, though he was wearing a bit of a smile, "though I suppose that answers that question... you have to be owned by someone, or else how the hell did you know how to get the fridge open. Much less what was inside it." He moved to open the fridge a bit wider and grabbed the meat he had in there along with a few other things so he could make himself some lunch. He could feed this thing and maybe take it to a shelter... or make some wanted posters. "Hell, maybe I'll get lucky and your owner will be someone I want to meet," he said and shook his head.

He knelt down a bit with a piece of raw meat in his hands, "Now... raw or cooked? I'm guessing raw, but also really don't want to kill you by accident," he said, offering the meat to the creature before thinking better of hand feeding the thing that probably could bite his hand off and set it on the floor. He watched for a moment before he got up and started to make his lunch, cooking the meat as he went, and if he saw the lizard eat the raw one he had no qualms with tossing a few more bites down to the creature.

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Thorin flinched slightly as she came into the room and stopped himself from doing much more. He watched her warily as she got out some meat and carefully put some on the floor raw and went to the stove to cook her own. Thorin thought about cooking his own before deciding not to scare the human too much and just ate it raw. He flicked his tongue out and watched the human. He wanted more food. He fought that idea harder as he waited for more food.

Happily eating whatever you gave he thought about changing his form to something more human like but held off for know. He settled for making sure the way he sat would not show anything that may happen to show itself should these thoughts continue

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Oliver gave a small smile to the creature before he finished up with his own food-making and moved over to the couch to eat which he put on something to watch. He took a few bites before his phone went off and after glancing at the caller id he sighed before picking up. "Yeah?" He asked, looking less than amused and taking another bite. "No, not yet... something... came up," he murmured into the phone, glancing over to the lizard. "I found something that might help, not sure, just gonna use it and see if I get any bites. I know it's important to have this figured out quickly, but if you would just let me go in as my---" He was clearly cut off by whoever was on the other side of the line and sighed, "Right got it. Yeah, I'll get in somehow. Kay, bye." he mumbled and hung up. He shoved the last few bites of food into his mouth and looked over to the lizard.

"Okay... I guess you're coming with me, hmm? Let's go see if we can get your owner to appear," he said and moved over to the lizard... he really wasn't sure if he was supposed to carry this thing or find a rope to make a makeshift leash. He settled on the rope after a few minutes and went to go search for some in his bedroom.

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Thorin followed her into the bedroom. Torn between curiosity arousal and confusion he forgets to hide the growing problem between his hind legs. Watching her look around the room for something he sits and fights hopelessly trying to get the hormones under control and losing badly.

Once she bent over ass towards him he lost control. He began to grow and shift soon standing on 2 legs and his shaft fully erect between his legs. His blue scales shining in the light as he slowly walked his way over to the bent over woman before placing a clawed hand on her ass.

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Oliver figured he had some rope under his bed, so he checked there only to feel a... hand... claw? on his ass. He quickly turned around only to be face to face with... well he didn't even know what but he screamed.

"What the fuck are you! H-how did you get in here!" he screamed at the creature and quickly moved to grab his knife and point it at the thing as he scrambled to get away from the creature. His heart was pounding as he tried to figure out how whatever this thing was got into his room, let alone his apartment, he was almost positive he had locked the door behind himself and the lizard. "You better not have hurt that lizard," he growled a bit at the creature.

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He flinched a little at the screaming but tried to give a disarming smile, claws slowly going into the air as he stood there for now. "The ''lizard'' is unharmed. You could say he's better since you helped though. As for what I am a dragon. I uh didn't mean to frighten you that much but I'm having a few... rising concerns. The part that concerns me is last I checked I wasn't attracted to females and somehow you've got me feeling worse than mid mating season. I would love to explain more but first I'd like to ...scratch this itch so to speak."

He took a few cautious steps closer wary of the knife but not trying to be aggressive yet. He watched her face closely ready to back down if she started to swing.

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Oliver looked the creature up and down as he spoke before giving a laugh and holding his knife a little stronger as he pointed it at the creature. "I've officially fucking lost it. That meat was bad or the lizard was poisonous and I'm hallucinating... or dying. But seriously? You wanna figure out if you're potentially bi and your idea was to grab my ass and what? fuck me?" he said, taking more of a defensive stance.

"Cuz why the fuck not? Like really, breaking and entering into someone's home instead of you know, asking them sounded like the better goddamn plan? Well here let me help you out, I'm not a woman. So you can just mosey back out my front door, you're still gay. And learn some goddamn manners! Just cuz you are a dragon doesn't mean you have to act like a monster," he huffed.

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He looked down a mix of feelings on his face. So she was a he. That was a huge relief to him. But why was he dressed like that on the outskirts of our territory?

"Well I'm actually really happy you're a guy. At least I don't have to question that all over again. And I am sorry. I'm told you humans have lustful moments but I don't think they are as strong as those in... other creatures. In all honesty yes I was hoping to fuck you but I did not break in. You... carried me in and in that sense invited me though you didn't know it." His face got a little more serious. "That being said what was you doing in that area of town dressed as a woman?"

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"I mean we do but---" he shook his head, "Oh my god... I- you're fucking... dragon! I should not be nearly this okay with it, and trust me I'm pretty sure I'd remember if I carried in a fucking dragon. So yeah, not gonna accept that bullshit, nice try on the gaslighting." Oliver huffed before stepping back a little bit when he was asked about being dressed as a woman. He glanced over to his bedroom door and then at the dragon man standing in his room.

Honestly, he wasn't really sure if he could take him in a fight and so far the dragon hadn't really done anything besides grabbing his ass, he did also apologize, sort of. And he clearly didn't look like he was going to attack him at the moment. Still, he kept his knife up and pointed at the creature, though he seemed a little less tense. How did he even know... had he really been followed here? The vet wasn't on any side of town that was dangerous... so how did... he frowned.

"Look... I don't really like being boxed in like this, so how about you back out of my room and we go sit in the living room?" He could check on the lizard while they moved over to his couch, not to mention his door. Oliver just needed to know if he was actually hallucinating or if this guy was real.

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Thorin chuckled to himself as he backs out the room. He kept an eye on the human and muttered to himself about humans not believing old tales.

He took a seat near where he sat as the lizard and watched the human with interest. "I didn't look like this when you brought me in. And the look on your face is still full of disbelief. Cant really blame you either I suppose. So watch closely cause I don't litany see me shift." Saying this his form slowly shifted back to the lizard that got brought on and those eyes state unblinking at the human watching, waiting for whatever may happen next with a sense of readiness.

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Oliver was immediately checking the moment that they were out of his room. The door was locked and clearly hadn't been tampered with, at least from what he could see from where he was. He also couldn't see the lizard anywhere but the creature was still going on about something. He glanced back just at the right moment to see creature turn to well... creature. He stumbled back and fell in his ass just barely managing to keep in a scream. It changed right before his eyes "oh... I am so fucked up right now..." he mumbled, he was most definitely dying. Then again he had never heard of hallucinations feeling real, just looking it. And he had most definitely held that lizard in his arms and the creature had most definitely touched his ass.

His heart was pounding as he worked slowly to stand up. He nibbled on his lip, watching the lizard before moving over to another chair and sitting down in it. His knife still in hand and though he seemed tense he didn't look hostile. "S-s-so you're a dragon..." he said to the lizard, as if it was going to answer him.

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Thorin nodded and shifted again. "I'm not going to hurt you and I'd rather not be stabbed so can we put the knife away?" I sat down on the couch watching the human and not bothering to hide anything. He stared at the male human with interest and curiosity.

"You still haven't told me anything though. How did you come to that side of the town? Dressed like that no less. It's not a safe place but that knife tells me you knew that." Cold eyes studied the humans face seeking the truth behind the cute face

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"No, the knife isn't going away," he said, though he looked at it and set it down in the end table, well within reach. He supposed he could at least make the dragon man feel slightly more comfortable once he hadn't exactly done anything since grabbing his ass. "Also... you clearly had full intention of fucking me... so not sure if that means you're not going to hurt me,"

He sat a little straighter when he was prompted again to tell the dragon what had been going on. He sighed "I work around there and sometimes work involves me pretending to be a woman," he said, giving a bit of a shrug. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth either. "What we're you doing looking as hurt as you were, clearly you didn't know any better than to avoid said danger," he shot right back.

[Assistant] He chuckled again. "Well as for that first I did and still do. As for hurting there those that like the feeling. And as for the injuries.." he looked over to where the wound was and sees nothing left of it. "...that issue takes care of itself. As for why I was there it is part of my job. And it seems like neither of us want to say more than that. But if you're still going out did you still need a lizard to walk?" Thorin looked at him a bit bewildered by the events. He tried to make himself seem as friendly as possible as he sat there under his stare. "...name's Thorin, by the way"


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Blaire lay his head on the desk and stared at the clock as it ticked down. It was only a couple minutes left until class ended and he could leave for the day. The last few minutes were always the worst. They just seemed to drag on and on. He hoped Lunamon was okay. He always worried about the little rabbit when he had to go to classes. Digimon might have been a bit more well-known now than they used to be but he still didn't like the idea o Lunamon getting caught alone even if the rabbit was more than able to take care of itself. Soon enough however the professor dismissed them from their class and he let out a happy sigh. Finally!

Grabbing his bag the silver haired boy sat up and stretched a bit. The rather petite boy was only 5'4'' but he didn't let that stop him more often than not although calling him out on it was a bit of a pet peeve for the tamer. Hoisting his bag over his shoulder he got up and headed out. Classes were almost out for the break and then after that the tamers, there were quite a few of them now, would have their tournament. He was the favored to win much to his embarrassment. He had done well in the past few, okay won them, but it was more Lunamon's effort and quite a bit of luck than his. Still he was eager to get out there again with his partner and competing just to see how much he and Lunamon had grown.

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It had been many times in a row. No matter how well his performance appeared to be going, victory always managed to run away from him. Never in his life had he been able to grasp it before, and it seemed he wouldn't be able this year either. The Digimon Tournament was the event he most longed for during the whole year, even getting slightly obsessed with it from time to time. His digimon partner, Lopmon, would always state that fact out loud, yet Claude usually didn't pay enough attention to him. ''Blaire''... both his classmate and his most hated rival... that short male always managed to make a fool of him, no matter what kind of strategies Claude used to try and counter attack him. His digimon partner just seemed to be unable to beat that Lunamon, the favorite winner for this year's competition as well. Even if he was supposed to be paying attention to his teacher... His reddish eyes were absolutely focus on his classmate, making even two or three people, who were sitting nearby to him, look at him with a curious expression.

Finally, the bell rang out loud, forcing everyone to gaze back at the boring old man standing right in front of the blackboard. "Well... you can leave now. Remember to properly do your homework..." Those were all the words Claude managed to listen, considering anything else to be as mere, meaningless filler. He had finally gotten rid of his daily duties, and could now dedicate all his free time to properly train. Well, he called it ''training'' but, in fact, Lopmon would be the only one getting stronger. Still... They both had to overcome this. This year... It would be Claude's victory, he was certain of it. Silently following his classmates, losing sight of Blaire for a tiny second, he grabbed all the stuff he had gathered over his rather messy desk and rushed towards the room's main door, eager to meet his digimon partner and get into business as soon as he could. Suddenly, someone crossed his path, making him bluntly bump into said person. "Watch out!" he exclaimed in a rather harsh and not so polite manner, right before realizing who said person was. "It's you!" Claude finally exclaimed, his index finger pointing at the silver haired, shorter male sitting on the floor, right in front of him.

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Blaire hummed happily to himself as he left the classroom and prepared to head home to meet Lunamon and hang with his partner for the day like he had promised. He wasn't really paying attention and if he was honest he was a bit of an air head sometimes. Not an idiot but his mind tended to wander a lot and when he was fixated on something like trying to come up with what to do with Lunamon when he got home he didn't paying much attention to his surroundings and walk into trouble without realizing it or in this case walk into someone. The small male fell on his butt and grumbled a bit as he rubbed his rear. "Ow,"

He looked up from his spot on the ground as he heard a harsh voice call out to him. Looking up at the one who called out to him he gave him a bright smile. "Sorry about that. I guess I had my head in the clouds." He said as he rubbed the back of his head with a small blush on his cheeks. A little embarrassed by what had happened. Pushing himself up on to his feet he smiled back up at the male even as he was called you. "Ah hey Claude. I'm looking forward to our match in the tournament this year. Competing with you always pushes me to the limit." He said warmly as he spoke to him, returning none of the hostility that Claude was showing him.

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Claude was suddenly taken aback by Blaire's calm reaction, something that usually happened to him whenever he interacted with the other male. He wasn't exactly the patient type, so Claude would always react in a quite impulsive way whenever things didn't go the way he wanted, which was most of the time. It was one of his worst flaws, and the young male was yet to be able to fix it properly. However, he somehow managed to relax, taking a deep breath and suddenly realizing his own bad manners. With even some classmates staring at them at that moment, he couldn't afford to get his own impulses dominate him so easily.

"Yeah... I'm sorry about that too." Claude finally agreed, forcing a smile. Even if they were meant to be rivals, he couldn't really complain about Blaire's attitude. He had always been rather kind and correct, no matter the situation. "Actually... I look forward to the tournament too, you know?" the black haired male added after a short pause, his thin lips forming some sort of faint, naughty smirk. "Don't count on victory this year though, since Lopmon and I will win this time." Claude finally concluded, trying his best to believe his own words.

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Blaire pushed himself back to his feet and smiled up at him as Claude confirmed that he was looking forward to the tournament too. He was glad to see that the other male was looking forward to the tournament just like he was. He nodded his head as Claude told him that he and Lopmon were going to win this year. The silver haired boy's smile only grew brighter. "I'm looking forward to seeing it. Lunamon and I are going to do our best like we always do. Can't wait to see how far we can go." He said, not a trace of arrogance in his voice. He meant what he said, he was eager to see what he and his partner were capable of as well as push themselves to the limits and improve themselves. As far as he was concerned every opponent deserved their best and that's what the pair always gave.

Picking up his things from the floor he chuckled a little bit. "Well I need to go get Lunamon before she gets into any trouble. What about you?" He asked as he finished getting ready to resume his journey home. "Got any plans to prepare for the tournament?" He asked, his voice guile free and merely interested in what his fellow tamer was up to before the tournament. He already had a rough idea on how he was going to spend his time before so had no plans to spy on the other male or anything of the source. Blaire believed in fair fights and that's what he hoped to see the day of the tournament.

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Claude stood still for a while, tilting his head whilst listening to the shorter male's next words. As far as he could remember, Blaire had always been like that. The guy truly was good at it, he couldn't deny that. Not only that, but Blaire never looked down at others, no matter how many people he and his partner ended up beating. That kind of attitude was something he admired, on the one hand, yet it pissed him off sometimes. Especially because, that way, it made it a bit harder for him to actually hate Blaire. It wasn't as if the tournament was such a serious event, as the prizes themselves weren't that good either. But Claude had always found it hard to actually accept a loss, no matter the situation. He knew it was in fact something ridiculous, but he just couldn't help it. For that reason, the black haired guy had been thinking of not participating this year. But seeing now how serious and enthusiastic Blaire was acting towards it, he finally made up his mind.

"Hey... let me help you a bit with that. After that, it was my fault you fell on the ground right now." Claude offered, as if he were trying to overcome his own feelings, picking some stuff that had fallen pretty close to him. Right after he handed those things over to Blaire, his expression darkened a bit hearing his rival's next question. "Hmmm... Guess Lopmon and I will just have to train a bit harder. To be honest, we haven't been doing it too much lately, as I've been bu... Hey!" he suddenly exclaimed, just as if he had noticed something. Claude often tended to misunderstand certain things, another one of his biggest and worst flaws. "Don't tell me... do you really need to know what we do?" Claude then asked, obviously imagining there was a hidden meaning for Blaire's question. "It's none of your business." the dark haired male just concluded, abruptly finishing the sentence whilst looking away. "Actually, if you really want to know it that badly, why don't we fight each other? You know, that way we could check whether each of us is going with the training... right?" he suddenly proposed, even though he had never had the intention to engage in a battle with Blaire before the actual tournament.

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Blaire smiled as the other male offered to help him collect his things. Picking up the rest of his things he got up and hoisted his bag over his shoulder in preparation for heading out. Once he was packed up he prepared to head out for the day. He tilted his head to the side as the other male suddenly got angry at his question of what he and his partner were up to. He didn't really understand why he was so angry with him at the simple question. He was just trying to be friendly. That was all, nothing to be upset about.

"I mean you don't need to tell me if you want. It's just a question." He said with a shrug of his shoulders trying to blow it off although as he shrank into himself a little, he began to look a little bit like a kicked puppy. As the subject changed however he quickly perked up and nodded his head. "Sure, I wouldn't mind a spar. I'm sure Lunamon would be happy for a change of pace from the usual training." He said with a small smile. "I can pick up Lunamon real quick and we can meet somewhere isolated to make sure nobody gets hurt. Where do you think would be a good place to go?"

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Claude's lips formed a wicked smile as he heard Blaire accepting his sudden challenge. He wasn't that confident in his own victory, but maybe that would help to keep both Lopmon and he himself motivated. After all, he was really eager to defeat Blaire and Lunamon, that couldn't be denied. However, he couldn't help but also think he was giving it too much importance and caring about it too much. It couldn't be helped.

"Yeah, I totally agree. A change of pace is usually good, isn't it?" Claude finally replied, cheering himself up and forgetting about unnecessary stuff. "Lopmon and I usually train in a park nearby. There are almost no people there, since it's close to the river. I can accompany you to pick your partner up and then guide you there. Lopmon should be waiting already." He gladly offered, eager to check just how much Lopmon and he had actually improved.

[User] Blaire nodded his head as Claude agreed with him about the change of pace before announcing where it was that they were going to be meeting for the sparring bout. "Great, I'll see you there then." He said with a smile and a nod of his head. "See you in a bit." He announced with a cheerful wave before he made his way back to his studio apartment that he shared with Lunamon. Thankfully he lived pretty close to campus so it didn't take him long to arrive home. Making his way up to the third floor. Getting his keys he unlocked his home with a click and stepped inside.