The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Not it wasn't one of my high trips. I can take you there but we'd have to find a guide once we get there." He says
"Ah... Yeah. I guess he is. Speaking of which, he's been gone for almost an hour now. I hope he's okay..." She says, glancing at the clock.
"Fiiiine. I'm going to humor you. And if this is a prank, I'm shoving your spear up your ass. Pointy end first." She says, rolling her eyes.
She sighs and follows him all the way to the portal without complaint. When, they get there, she just looks around. "Well...? Where is it?" She asks.
Strangely, she doesn't follow him, but he can still her worried voice from outside. "Ragnar? Are you there?" She calls out.
She sighs and gets up, setting Karline down and getting to her feet. She quickly shifts back to her skeleton form, all the cum inside falling to the floor, before she reforms and conjures up her suit. "I will go find him, be a dear and clean this place up while I am gone."
"Yeah I'm still here." Gaknar says as he thinks "what the hell happened". He then walks back into the portal.
Niska is still waiting there. "Oh there you are! I walked after you, but couldn't find you!" She exclaims.
"Wolf guy? Khorvis? Oh yeah. He can around here for a while before leaving again. Didn't even order anything. He took a left on the street, if that helps." Hark says.
"Wolf guy? Khorvis? Oh yeah. He can around here for a while before leaving again. Didn't even order anything. He took a left on the street, if that helps." Hark says.
"What the..." Gaknar says rubbing his head. He holds his hand out for her. "Ok here let's try again." He says with a grin
She's suddenly stopped by the Ultima guard captain, whose help she had requested back when they had to deal with the undead. "Hey, Phorsaal, right?" He asks, frowning slightly.
"Okay..." She takes his hand as he leads her through, then her eyes widen as she beholds the other side. "What... The... Fuck...?"
"Okay..." She takes his hand as he leads her through, then her eyes widen as she beholds the other side. "What... The... Fuck...?"
"Yeah I know that's what I said the time I went through." Gaknar looks around just glad to be back, but he still has to get Jacie through as well. "Plus this isn't even the place yet. That's why I said we needed a guide to take us there." He says looking at her with a reassuring smile.
"Uhhh... Yeah, actually. That's why I was looking for you. You... Uh... You might wanna come with me..." He says, turning and walking off.
"Oh... Okay... And where do we find said guide...?" She asks, raising an eyebrow as she continues looking around.
"Oh... Okay... And where do we find said guide...?" She asks, raising an eyebrow as she continues looking around.
"Yeah. He said if I ever came back. I would just have to think about him and speak his name." Gaknar says as he closes his eye pretending to concentrate. All the while he speaks to Ragnar "Allright buddy. If you want her to not become a cum bloated slut as soon as we walk into the city you will cooperate with me. I don't want to hurt you or her but I will not hesitate to kill you." He says in his head.
"You kill me, body becomes useless. You fucking cunts need the soul to function. But fine. I'll cooperate." He growls.
"Yep. Something pretty nasty happened..." He mutters, wincing slightly. "He's fine, but... The person who chose to fuck with him... Is... Well... Dead." He says.
"Oh trust me I can't kill you while in you that would be stupid. Haha." He says to Ragnar before opening his eyes. "Gaknar! I summon you!" He yells as he leaves Ragnar's body. "Why Ragnar it's been to long since your last visit. Oh and you brought someone with you that's great. Hello miss my name is Gaknar a guide to Sin City." He says very professional like.
"Yep. Aaaand he may stay locked up, depending on how the thing went down." He says.
They near a police station, and he leads her inside, heading straight for one of the cells. Khorvis is inside, sitting on a bench, his head bowed as the rest of his body is leaning forward. His right hand is dripping blood into the floor, but the left seems to be fine.
"Uhhh...? Ragnar, honey... This is a fucking demon!" Niska snarls, backing away.
"Sorry, babe. He made me do it. But he isn't lying, though. It's a nice place." He lies.
"You WENT with him!?"
"Not exactly. I saw pictures and stuff. Inside his head."
"Oh. Okay..."
They near a police station, and he leads her inside, heading straight for one of the cells. Khorvis is inside, sitting on a bench, his head bowed as the rest of his body is leaning forward. His right hand is dripping blood into the floor, but the left seems to be fine.
"Uhhh...? Ragnar, honey... This is a fucking demon!" Niska snarls, backing away.
"Sorry, babe. He made me do it. But he isn't lying, though. It's a nice place." He lies.
"You WENT with him!?"
"Not exactly. I saw pictures and stuff. Inside his head."
"Oh. Okay..."
"I'm fine." Is all he says.
"That's... The other person's blood. He ripped her heart out. Literally." The captain says.
[Forgot his name!]
"That's... The other person's blood. He ripped her heart out. Literally." The captain says.
[Forgot his name!]
[Yep. Remember now. Ularn.]
"Bitch wanted a fight. She got it." He says shortly. He's apparently still pissed at her.
"Uh... Eyewitnesses say there was a succubus, seemingly drunk, who kept yanking on his shoulder and trying to get him to fight her fair and square. Happened a few times before he turns and just... Rams his hand right through her chest and rips her heart out." Ularn says.
"Looked familiar. Check the body." Khorvis says, glancing to the left, then back to the floor.
"Bitch wanted a fight. She got it." He says shortly. He's apparently still pissed at her.
"Uh... Eyewitnesses say there was a succubus, seemingly drunk, who kept yanking on his shoulder and trying to get him to fight her fair and square. Happened a few times before he turns and just... Rams his hand right through her chest and rips her heart out." Ularn says.
"Looked familiar. Check the body." Khorvis says, glancing to the left, then back to the floor.