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Post by Misaki Kazamiya on Jan 16, 2020 13:41:56 GMT -8
Name: Misaki Kazamiya Starting Land:Western Lands New Land: Southern Lands Steps Required: 1 Thread Type: Personal Saga Thread Link: Mode of Travel: Normal
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Post by Misaki Kazamiya on Jan 16, 2020 13:44:48 GMT -8
A humming Misaki Kazamiya sat towards the back of the Red-fox bus service, humming another cheery tune to herself as she swung the basket in her hands from one hand to another. The gentle breeze felt nice in her hair as she looked fondly at her mostly-empty basket of flowers. One of the ways she supplied herself with living income had a lot to do with working as a flower-girl. Her parents sent her money every month as she travelled, in exchange for her not calling, but it was just barely enough to cover travel expenses. Luckily, her skill as a gardener and a reasonable amount of skill as a salesman seemed to be doing the trick for her, as she currently had 10,000 zeni in her pocket just from selling to people on the ride here! She’d come up to them, offer them a flower with a smile, and they’d eagerly accept with so much excitement that many of them ended up stuttering. Misaki couldn’t believe what plant enthusiasts she’d gotten onto this bus with, but it was surely a stroke of luck. Or maybe, just maybe, she’d gotten better with her people skills. Perhaps she just needed to practice that salesmanship in general conversation, and people would be willing to sit still long enough to have one!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the vehicle, a scared group of onlookers looked back to their new overlord with a bit of fear.
“W-why did she ask us to buy the f-flower? Why didn’t she just rob us?”
“Because that wouldn’t be fun. A type like her? She just wants to make us suffer. That’s why she plays these games.”
“Games or not, I’m not going to mess with someone who rips a hole in a steel vehicle just so she can ‘open the window.’. Just focus on surviving the bus ride.”
“She’s pretty cute though, right?”
“Oh yeah, Travis, that’s going to work out! Ask demon queen over there out! She’ll probably steal your heart.. By ripping it out of your damn chest, you nimrod!!”
“Okay, okay, I just said she was cute, alright? Get off my back!”
“You have weird crushes.”
“It’s not a freakin crush, you-”
“Focus! Survival tactics! Now!”
“...get the bus driver to drive faster?”
The quartet of nimrods at the front of the bus looked at eachother. Henry, Travis, Lio, and Jackie were a group of bandits known as the ‘Weasel thiefs’ in their own right around these parts, and had intended to engage in some nice, innocent petty theft. Instead, they’d just spent a good portion of their pocket change buying flowers they intended to take good care of (the first death glare from Misaki towards a young child crushing his daffodil made them decide to pay careful attention to their respective plantlife’s health). None of them could get away with picking a pocket even if they wanted to at the moment. The shivering of their fingers wouldn’t let them get away with a clean grab unnoticed.
“Yeah, I don’t know if that would work. It’s too obvious. Maybe if we gassed the bus?” Lio asked.
Jackie cut in with a snort. “we’re on the bus. And so’s the driver. Best case scenario, we get stuck in the badlands for a few hours and wake up to a cranky woman. Worst case scenario, it doesn’t work on her, we knock out the driver, and a pissed-off monster is angry at us for causing the car crash!”
“Alright, Jackie, wanna be the team grump? Gonna be the grumpy-pants? Grumperson mcgrump? Just putting down all the ideas? Fine! You figure out the plan, then!”
The woman known as jackie sat back and ran a hand through her dirty blonde hair, showing off her short red dress as she sat back. “It’s simple, really~. If we can’t beat her… Join her. I mean, you’ve all noticed she’s scary, but who knows how bright she is. She’s our tyrannical overlord right now, but… maybe she’s actually our ticket to bigger scores. The muscle we’ve always deserved!”
“Oh, yeah, keep dreaming, Jackie.”
“No, listen! You remember my special power. Even if she’s strong, it should work! And once she’s shared bread with us, I can keep the enchantment going as long as I need to!”
“...Wait, that works on women?”
“If I could only use ‘seduce’ on people normally attracted to me, I’m hot enough to get away with it already.” The Red-dressed girl replied with a confident smile, getting a collective snort from the other three.
“-Sure, right up until you opened your mouth!” “-Yeah, maybe if you had a single good thing to say!” “-You know people only have so much tolerance for assholes, right.”
“Okay, yeah, you can all go straight to hell.” The red-haired vixen stated, before getting up with a confident smile, her small nose twitching as she headed to the back of the vehicle.
“Now if you’ll excuse me - Our personal piggybank awaits me~”
And with that, the svelte woman stood up alluringly, swaying from side to side as she shook her hips and headed towards the back of the bus.
The potent strength of a girl’s charm all directed towards the busty individual at the back of the bus - Jackie had to admit, putting aside the girl’s obvious strength, she guessed she could handle someone that looks like that. Clearly, she’d have to make her ditch the goofy outfit, but she might make a good wingwoman in the future. Sliding up next to the surprised gardener, Jackie put a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Hey.”
Misaki’s shoulder stiffened, but she didn’t turn to look. “You’re a little close.”
“Do you mind me this close~”
“Yes.”
“Party pooper! I just wanted to see if you needed a friend!”
Misaki blinked, before turning to the girl, who had by now taken her hand, with a look of slight interest.
It immediately faded as she saw what seemed to be a greedy glint in the girl’s eyes.
“I don’t befriend the weak.”
Jackie put out her lips to pout, as Misaki turned away in disinterest. The succubus, however, smiled as soon as the attention was lost.
Jackie’s special ability as a demon was ‘seduce’. Once she kissed someone, the first person they saw they would fall immediately in love with. How strong the effect was depended, but it usually lasted about an hour. It could last longer if Jackie pushed her own ki into the move, though, and with a wicked grin she puckered up. All she needed was a kiss to the cheek, and Misaki would be hers! The Succubus leaned in with the speed of a cheetah, attempting to land her mark on the girl’s cheek…
Before cold steel interposed itself between her and her target.
“Do me a favor and try that on someone interested instead, pervert!”
A slight screech was muffled by the sudden forced kiss of lips to steel by the young Succubus. Instead of kissing the Gardener, she was kissing the chunk of steel Misaki had ripped from the window. Luckily it wasn’t the sharp part, but… it meant she’d kissed herself, right? Effectively? Did that mean…
Fear flashed through Jackie’s mind as she realized the trap she’d given herself. She thought to look away, but before she could, Misaki lowered the piece of bus-grade aluminum and steel and stared her dead in the eyes with those dreamy red orbs and those perfect lips…
“...Are you okay, miss?” Misaki asked, opening her mouth. Which was a mistake for everyone in the vehicle as Jackie took her opportunity and brought the shocked gardener into a kiss that alternately shocked, horrified, or excited the rest of her little bandit group, gasping on the other side of the car.
“Wow, what? What!”
“Jackie done played herself.”
“...Anyone got a camera?”
Misaki, for her part, let out a small shriek of surprise, before her baser instincts took over, and a golden glow emitted from the vehicle…
---5 minutes later---
Misaki walked across the peaceful road without her usual hum. That… was very disturbing.
She still felt a little guilty, though. Not only had she exploded the bus, she’d even managed some damage on a couple of the flowers she’d sold. She’d offered to repay those affected by this, but the people on that vehicle really were too kind - at least, aside from the pervert. Everyone had refused any idea of repayment from her.
Misaki shrugged and shivered.
Maybe next time… she should be a little less effective as a salesman.
---Elsewhere---
The weasel thieves groaned as they walked down the side of the road, covered in soot and bruises.
“Just had to go for it, huh, Jackie?”
“That girl’s got no self-control! Who just blows up a bus?”
“I know… Isn’t she wonderful~”
“...You, uhhh, okay, Jackie?”
“I will be once she holds me in her arms and-”
“Okay, you can end that sentence right there! This is a PG-13 roleplay, thank you very much!”
[1556 words]
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