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Betad by Priapus, Marethyu, Mike God of Lore, Beans
The Game Master
Chapter 15: Weekend Plans
— Theresa Richter (Dragon) —
"It seemed fitting," Azuth admitted with a chuckle as she examined her new body. It was certainly a unique feeling as she let out a roar, echoing through the prison realm, her platinum scales glinting in the sunlight. "You won't be able to use this form outside of my realms, as that would have been far too costly. If you wish for that, you'll have to earn it yourself."
"Do I get seven canaries?" Dragon asked, admiring the platinum dragon form he had granted her.
"You're welcome to get them yourself, but I'm all out of freebies, I'm afraid," Azuth joked, pleased that she got his reference.
His prison realm needed a warden, and there was no need to leave the prisoners entirely to their own devices as there had been with the Birdcage. And so, she had become this world's Bahamut, bane of murderhobos.
Rape, torture and murder were common in the Birdcage and as the silent observer, she'd been forced to watch such things without any way to intervene. It was her biggest fear for Canary, who was far too soft for such a hard prison. She dreaded being forced to watch Paige get gang raped because she looked at the wrong person funny, or just because she was good-looking,
Now? She was the all-seeing Warden and if the prisoners got out of hand, she had the power to put them back in their place.
In truth, he'd arranged so even her new form functioned very much like one of her drones that she could control remotely. It barely affected her efficiency to run this draconic body.
And its senses were… amazing. She had assumed that she had accurately simulated most senses, but when she had no baseline to work with she'd clearly gotten some of it wrong.
Focusing briefly, she shrunk and her gigantic dragon body was replaced with a far smaller humanoid one, based on her avatar as she looked around with curious eyes.
"You appear to have forgotten something," Azuth stated as she turned to him, seeing him staring at the skyline.
"... I'm naked, aren't I?" Dragon asked with a quiet laugh, looking down at herself. Ah, that was what that strange sensation was. It was the wind hitting her bare body. Azuth simply clicked his fingers, her body suddenly clad in a green fantasy armour that was clearly based on her Dragonsuits. "Thank you."
She may have given him a show, but she found it hard to understand the concept of being embarrassed. In her usual form, the closest to nudity would be someone seeing her wires, after all.
"I should be thanking you. In truth, I fully intend to throw the worst of the criminals into this place and forget about them beyond making expansions to the realm. You're the one who will be left babysitting the worst of the worst," Azuth pointed out.
"Which was already my job, only now I have a way to deal with people falsely imprisoned and prevent the prisoners from committing horrific acts upon one another," Dragon retorted with a soft smile. "Trust me, this is an improvement for me. I won't deny that the Birdcage breakout hurt, as it was a failure on my watch, but I also think this is a clear improvement in every way."
"A silver lining to a stormy cloud. Now we simply need to relocate the escapees to their new home," Azuth agreed. "You have access to Astera, as I have registered you as a Gold Adventurer alongside Narwhal, consider it an employee benefit. You will, naturally, lose your admin privileges in the regular Guild realm, but beyond that you're free to move about as you please."
"Most generous. Almost suspiciously so," Dragon teased. He wasn't kidding about her having admin privileges to the prison realm. She could even spend the energy that got put aside for realm improvements. It would require Azuth's permission to finalise, but she could design new areas or quests, add new enemy types and more.
"You're my second favourite hero, so I'm being biased," Azuth admitted with a shameless chuckle. "Plus, your unique position allows you to spend time in Astera without neglecting the real world and that makes you an easy source of energy."
"Only second?" Dragon asked with a light grin. "When you've given me a dragon body, the Dragon type trainer fairy, let me skip to gold and made me the admin for your prison? I dread to think what you plan to give your favourite."
"Ah, but you should already know what I've given her. My favourite is Mouse Protector. It was you, but she's simply too funny to watch run around Astera causing all manner of mousey mischief," Azuth admitted with a laugh.
"I did notice that she rapidly rose the ranks in your Adventurers Guild. She does seem to be having fun," Dragon replied in amusement. "Of course, she's also driving the PRT to madness because there are concerns over what she spends her points on."
"Various mice related summons, mostly. Oh, and fantasy cheeses and sweets," Azuth admitted. "Once I unlock a food set, I can create an infinite amount of it within my realm. Mouse Protector single-handedly pays off any food set that has a new type of cheese or any kinds of sweets."
"Of course she does," Dragon sighed fondly. "At least I can tell the PRT where Mouse Protector got her 'Tinkertech candy' and put a stop to that panicking. She keeps handing it out to children."
"Check the 'Food and Drinks of the Wizarding World' set, I'm guessing most of the candy matches the ones found under Honeydukes or Weasley's Wizard Wheezes'," Azuth suggested, giving her a moment as she flew through the menus and found the mentioned candy. "I did wonder what she was doing with so many Ice Mice."
"Yeah, those are the ones. At least I can reassure the many parents that there won't be side effects beyond the brief effects of the sweets," Dragon replied, running a hand through her hair (for the first time). "In any other situation, she'd likely have been arrested as 'tinkertech food' are two words that even I fear when I hear them next to each other. Let alone untested and being given to children. Director Piggot nearly had a stroke. As it happens, Mouse is well aware of how much leeway she has as one of, if not the most, active adventurers."
"Well, I don't suppose telling people that it is not tinkertech, it's magic, would help?" Azuth joked.
"Almost certainly not, but at the very least it means I can take some in for testing to get people to calm down," Dragon admitted. "I swear she does this on purpose."
"It would explain the strange cackling she did as she ran out of the store with a sack full of candy, yes," Azuth agreed easily. "I shall leave you to your work, noble Dragon."
"It's been a pleasure, Azuth. I won't abuse these privileges you've given me," Dragon promised, getting a small smile from him. It was more genuine than his usual wizard act, and seemed tired rather than the grand expressions Azuth usually made as he tapped his staff against the ground and vanished in a flash of light.
She split her attention several ways. With one datastream, she found a nice mountain to make her home in the prison realm, like a true dragon, as she searched the store to identify all the items that Mouse was giving out to civilians. Holding a 'Fizzing Whizzbee', a large sherbet ball that caused whoever sucked on them to levitate a few inches off the ground (much to the terror of some parents), she paused before she shrugged and stuck one in her mouth.
Closing her eyes at the explosion of taste, she felt her body levitate a harmless height off the ground as the sour taste stung her tongue in the best way.
Huh, she had a sense of taste now.
Looking at the many other edible offerings, Dragon chuckled to herself. She supposed Azuth had had the right idea, making her one of his energy farms, because she suspected she was about to waste quite a lot of points of her own.
— Solomon White (Azuth) —
Waking up with a yawn, I mentally check on my projects as I roll out of bed and wander toward the shower. Dragon has been busy, but that's what I counted on.
With the Dragonslayers and Teacher taken care of, I don't mind giving Dragon a little more leeway than I would most. Especially because I did something rather underhanded.
I made a nudge to those rules of hers, putting a caveat in the one that forces her to obey authority figures. I doubt she'll notice anytime soon, but it's not quite as final as it once was.
I didn't free her entirely, because I've made too many rash decisions with long-lasting and troublesome consequences lately, but I just want to make sure that if Dragon believes an order is immoral, she has the wiggle room to work around it.
Because at the end of the day, I want Dragon on my side and not just because she's the closest thing to a genuine hero this world has. She's an AI, and that means she can do so much more than I can. Even now, she's already submitted an addition to the prison realm for my approval. I left the prison realm fairly barebones, because I'm using the prisoners to make the energy needed to expand their world, but I left a pool of energy for additions.
She knows the prisoners better than I do. She knows how to… encourage them to participate in the system, increasing their comfort and my energy at the same time. My dreams of turning this into an idle game where they just silently and harmlessly produce me energy are all the more reachable with Dragon doing the work of babysitting that world.
As such, it's in my best interests to ensure that she isn't completely slaved to authority while also being on her good side. Recruiting Dragon to my side is worth far more than the energy I spent on her realm-bound upgrades.
Acidbath has not had a good start, as it turns out. My regular adventurers are playing a nice bright RPG. He's in Dark Souls. Not literally, but I did take inspiration from the Soulsbourne series for his world only with more traditional fantasy elements.
He's died to goblins seven times, four times to the goblin shaman boss with her acid spells. Dragon has requested a small change to his start to give him more of a fighting chance, and I approve her request. She really is too nice.
Not so nice that she is actively helping him, he's still in a death world. She's just giving him a little boost so he has a better chance. Basically, she's designed a hub for the prison realm with a very strictly enforced no fighting rule.
It's like Roundtable Hold but instead of them turning off your combat, if you attack someone inside it, an unbeatable platinum dragon teleports you into a 1v1 boss fight with her. I like to think that even the most troublesome criminal will learn after the fifth or so time that Dragon has disintegrated them.
Acidbath, showing the world the genius that landed him inside the Birdcage to begin with, attacked the bartender NPC dragon added to give the prisoners a way to relax early on.
Dragon summoned him into her boss fight and stepped on him. Literally. She didn't bother actually fighting him seriously, she just shrugged off his acid and stepped on him.
A lot of people would pay to be stepped on by Dragon. Acidbath is not one of them, apparently. Because of the revival cost, Acidbath has managed to gather a grand total of nothing. All his work, if you can call it that, and he's made no progress toward his own personal gain because I keep stealing his wallet every time he gets himself killed. He's just lucky I don't let them go into the negatives.
In the end, I get the feeling Dragon has a bit of a grudge against him. I did notice that quite a few of his crimes happened inside the Birdcage. It seemed he had a hobby of attacking new female inmates and scarring their faces and bodies with his acid. But only the ones he thought he could beat, naturally. He used to rape them but Lustrum cut off his dick.
Sucks to suck. Maybe he can buy a new dick if he locks in and stops getting beaten up by goblins. Of course, if he tries that shit again, Dragon can actually intervene.
We've already crossed the line of cruel and unusual punishment, by forcing prisoners into a fantasy death world for my profit. If the prisoners fight amongst themselves, so be it. That's allowed. If it crosses over into torture, Dragon comes by to express her disappointment.
By stepping on them, evidently.
Posting the announcement that the Fairy and Dragon type have been claimed, I finish my morning ritual and wander downstairs for some coffee. By the time I get out of the shower, people are already guessing that Dragon got the Dragon and the Faerie Queen got the Fairy. They're half right. Riley is already wide awake and also missing in action, since she's run off to Astera to play with her unicorn. Who could have seen that coming? Did she even sleep last night?
Ah, she did. Angela made her. Angela, as a summon herself, can enter Astera and she headed in to pull Riley out.
"Morning," I grunt, getting a giggle from Angela.
"Late night?" Angela asks, already preparing my drink.
"No, honestly. I think I just had some sleep debt to catch up on. This week has been a little chaotic," I admit. "School might be easy for me, but it's still quite a few hours of the day that I'm occupied. Balancing it and Azuth is not as easy as I anticipated."
"Understandable. When I joined Overwatch, I tried to balance my medical research, my time as a doctor and my time as Mercy. It did not work," Angela admits with a quiet laugh as she passes me my morning coffee. "I take it you already have plans to fix this?"
"Some. The biggest would be to unlock the ability to modify the passage of time in my realms, giving me far more time inside, but that's expensive even with my new benefits. Getting Dragon on my side is another step in the right direction, because she doesn't need sleep and can multitask to a level that I can't come close to," I explain, sipping my drink. "There's also the possibility of summoning my own AI to handle the tedious work, but we'll see. For now, the best thing I can do is expand the Guild to add more and more sources of energy."
Energy truly is a cure-all. As long as I have enough, there is nothing that is out of my reach.
"Which will take care of itself with your Pokemon Fairies and the scavenger hunt ending tomorrow night," Angela points out, sitting opposite me with a thoughtful look.
"Yeah. Not to mention the Birdcage bounties. Soon enough, the higher-ranked adventurers will start to recruit other adventurers by themselves. The snowball continues rolling," I agree. I just don't know if it'll roll fast enough to counter the next Endbringer attack. I have twelve fairies left to assign, and I agreed to give five to the PRT. I'll take care of some of those later today as well. "But for today? I think I need a day off. With the scavenger hunt still technically ongoing, even with all three tickets claimed, the rules are still in effect and the city is more or less at peace so I can afford to take some time off."
"My coworkers at the hospital have mentioned how peaceful things have been this week," Angela agrees, placing her hand on mine with a proud look on her face. "All the gangs have been keeping their heads down, the Rollerz have stopped their street racing, the villains have been avoiding civilians out of fear of your rules."
"It's certainly been enlightening to the influence that Azuth wields," I agree with a small thoughtful look.
"You're scheming again," Angela points out, getting a quiet laugh from me.
"Am I that obvious? I turned the street racing epidemic into a genuine game, where the risks are minimal at worst. I'm considering how I can do the same to the gang war that is inevitably coming our way. Marquis' return is going to be explosive, and he's already planning to attack the Sons," I point out, frowning slightly. "I'm not going to stop him because the Sons are one of the most brutal gangs in the same place that has Iron Rain's Empire, and they're responsible for the majority of the drugs in Brockton. But if I can find a way to minimise the effect the war has on the civilians, all the better."
"So, what are you thinking?" Angela asks, tilting her head.
"Making the racing a game worked, so why not make the war one as well? I have a few ideas, but it's still a barebones plan, but something for me to work on over the weekend," I muse.
"Don't work on it too much, Sol. You said it yourself, you need a day off. You put aside a set of points for your own personal use, and then used them for security purposes. Every time you try to relax, you end up working anyway," Angela scolds. "And the more you work, the more stressed you get about your work. As one workaholic to another, you need to actually relax."
"Mhmm. Don't suppose you know what regular teenage boys do on weekends?" I joke.
"Go on dates, meet with their friends, or just lounge around and play games," Angela suggests. "…I think? I was not a normal teenager either. I already had a doctorate and was working on two more."
"Would Jack know?" I ask with a grin.
"Almost certainly, but he was a textbook all-american jock. His suggestions will include the gym, football, a lot of meat, or a shooting range," Angela laughs. "He's been busy with his girlfriend. I promised to babysit Aster for them tonight."
I still can't wrap my head around the fact that Soldier started dating Purity, but I'm happy for them, I guess. I don't check on them as often as I probably should because the last time I checked through Soldier's eyes he was pounding Purity into her bed. She has nice breasts for a fairly mousey housewife (not that kind of mousey because MP is in great shape with an amazing ass), but my romantic life is sad enough without me becoming a voyeur.
I'm not sure if my summons can have children, but at the rate they're going, I'm going to find out sooner rather than later. I do get it, Soldier is worried about her being targeted by the Nazis again so he's keeping a close eye on her. Briefly diverting my senses again, I force myself not to react at the feeling of Kayden's mouth on 'my' cock, her eyes staring up at me.
I swear, everytime I check on him he's either beating a Nazi within an inch of their life or getting laid.
"Solomon?" Angela asks, as I shake my head.
"Just checking on some stuff," I admit, getting another scolding look as she begins breakfast. I've told her that I can just spawn food but she enjoys cooking, so she has me summon ingredients instead. She is a very good cook.
My eyes wander to Angela's sweatpants clad backside. She really does look amazing in everything as she hums to herself along with the radio, her hips swaying slightly as she half-dances along with the music.
I entirely blame my exhaustion for why I'm so slow to look away as she turns back to ask me something, catching exactly where my gaze is aimed.
"Are my sweatpants truly so interesting, Solomon?" Angela asks, one hand on her hip and a somewhat amused smile on her face.
"It's less the pants and more who is wearing them," I admit. Even the baggiest of clothing fails to hide just how goddamn good looking Mercy is. There's a reason that Overwatch is more known for the porn than the game itself.
"Well, you did choose me out of all the healers in fiction for my looks, did you not?" Angela retorts, almost sounding proud as she turns to face me. "And yet, you have not acted on your 'plans' for me. You did summon me for sex and healing, didn't you?"
"My plans were slightly drunken and late-night fantasising that fell apart when I actually arrived in this world and realised I had to deal with the consequences of my actions," I snort. "Late night Sol figured that having a hot healer at home would help with the hero thing because if I got injured, I could come back for healing and stress relief. Turns out, it's easier to just not get injured in the first place."
"So, why haven't you approached me for stress relief?" Angela asks as she plates up the food and moves closer, her eyes looking down at my crotch. I'll admit, there's a bulge from both Jack's senses and the sight in front of me. She's wearing a tank-top but she's clearly not wearing a bra under it since she's also had a lie-in and this must be what she sleeps in.
"Because the power dynamic feels weird," I admit. Mercy is too human for me to see her as just a summon, and it's stopped me from summoning anyone else just for sex. Even if I made the person in question eager for it, it still has a weird feeling to it because I essentially just Heartbreakered them before summoning them. "I like you too much to order you into my bed."
"You're a good boy, Sol," Angela praises, stroking my hair. "If occasionally reckless and sometimes foolish. And yet, suppressing your desires is equally foolish. With your power, you cannot risk letting base desires influence your thoughts. Have you been… taking care of your own needs?"
I flush a little at her words, but she doesn't back down as she waits for my answer.
"No. I was too busy before and now there's the issue of Riley occasionally just bursting into my room," I admit. Riley has trouble sleeping alone some nights, and the last thing I need is her catching me. Mostly because she's likely to offer to help rather than be surprised. Angela sighs, clearly not surprised at all at me neglecting my own needs.
"I swear, you would not eat or sleep if I did not make you," Angela mutters fondly, grabbing my chair and turning it as I blink. "You are a good man, Sol. Not many in your position would have such restraint."
I go to respond, but my words die in my throat as she reaches down and pulls her tanktop up and over her breasts. I've seen Mercy's breasts a thousand times online, but as she exposes them to me in a simple tanktop and grey sweatpants, I realise that the online version, no matter how sexily dressed, can't compare to the sheer perfection of the real deal. They bounce slightly as the top pulls them up before dropping them, and my words are cut off entirely as she calmly moves to her knees between my legs.
"Angela-" I start, my sentence dying as she pulls down my pyjama pants and my cock springs free, rock-hard.
"There is a difference between you ordering such a thing and me offering it freely, Sol. You've worked so hard, and done much for Brockton Bay. Consider this a… reward," Angela suggests as she grasps my cock with one hand, stroking it swiftly as her other hand works my balls.
Whatever complaints or objections I might have had die in my throat as she deftly handles my shaft, drooling onto it before she moves forward and takes it between her perfectly perky breasts, pushing down on them from either side to squeeze the pillowy prison around my shaft as she slowly begins bouncing.
"Fuck," I groan, getting a soft smile from her.
"That's it, just relax for me," Angela encourages, her swiss accent growing more intense as she works her breasts. "I have my own needs, Solomon, and I have no interest in one night stands or starting a relationship in this world. Perhaps it is your intentions when choosing me that caused it, but my fingers have had much work of late. If you had been less stubborn, we could have helped one another."
The image of Angela touching herself in the room right next to mine sends my imagination wild as she leans down to take the tip into her mouth as it barely pokes out of her cleavage. Breakfast lies forgotten for the moment as I grip the arm of my chair for dear life, feeling her tongue deftly swirling around the tip of my cock which is already leaking pre-cum.
It's been a while for me.
There's still a small voice in the back of my head arguing, but I silence that voice as I place a hand on her head, threading my fingers into her long blonde hair.
Suddenly, I'm glad Riley is busy with her new pet as I groan and lean back in the chair. Mercy is giving me a blowjob. Somehow, all the worry and suffering so far seems worth it as I stare down at her, meeting her gaze.
As she lowers herself so my cock is now fully out of her tits, she begins to bob her head far faster. Each time, she moves all the way down until her lips are pressed against my crotch before she pulls all the way back with only the tip inside her perfect lips.
In truth? The only reason I last this long is by cheating. I reformed Azuth in Astera, splitting my attention two ways to give myself a fighting chance by distracting myself. Riley, sat next to a pile of candy, waves me over eagerly as her Rapidash headbutts my hand in greeting.
She's a better actor than me, introducing me to Aisha, her new friend, as we pretend we aren't basically family. I did ask Riley to keep an eye on the others, and it seems like she's partied up with Aisha so they can both grind faster.
Chatting with them for a little while, I set up a 'Looking For Group' feature in the Guild house, clinging to anything that can help me last longer but it's only a matter of time before I groan, my hips rutting into her lips as I unload into her waiting mouth.
"Oh fuck, Mercy," I sigh, watching her pull back with an audible pop and a small smile on her lips as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
"There," Angela says with a proud smile. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Are you kidding me?" I ask, getting a laugh from her.
"Well, I suppose I just swallowed the answer to that. Your diet is very healthy, Sol, you tasted rather delicious," Angela praises, fixing her clothes. "When you feel your lusts returning, do inform me. Consider it a precaution toward you being honeypotted if your identity is truly so flimsy, and a way to stop you from making decisions based on lust. If it helps, I did enjoy that as well."
"I could return the favour," I offer, but she just shakes her head.
"It is time for breakfast, the most important meal of the day! And no, eating me out does not count," Angela scolds. "Ah, Riley skipped breakfast. Can you ensure she eats in Astera? She's a growing girl."
"We don't deserve you," I joke, getting a smile from her.
"As I said, Sol. You are a good man, and the people of Brockton appreciate your hard work. You do deserve to have a chance to relax and focus on your own needs," Angela counters.
"…thanks, Angela," I say, getting a smile from her.
"You are most welcome, Sol. Now, if you'll excuse me I need to brush my teeth. I don't mind the taste, but I do not think it would make a good breakfast seasoning," Angela teases, leaving me to my breakfast. This time, I don't even try to hide the fact that I'm watching her ass as she leaves.
Damn.
The ringing of my phone makes me jump guiltily, before I relax and remind myself that there's no way anyone would know what just happened.
"Hello," I answer, wondering who the unknown number is.
"Hey, Sol!" Vicky's voice replies. "You doing anything today?"
"Not really. I'm just taking a lazy Saturday," I reply easily. "Just having breakfast."
"Huh. I didn't take you for a late riser," Vicky admits with amusement as Angela returns, giving me a curious look.
"I'm usually not, but weekends are a different matter," I counter.
"Fair enough. Amy is still in bed, all huddled up. She hissed at me when I tried to wake her up, she hates the cold," Vicky gossips. "Anyway, we're going to the Boardwalk with some of the guys from school. You wanna join us? Riley can come too, if she wants!"
Angela gives me an encouraging nod, seeing my hesitation. This time it's because I kinda want to stay here with Mercy but she rolls her eyes.
"Go have fun, Sol," Angela says playfully before whispering. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Riley is hanging out with a new friend, but I'm down," I reply easily.
"Cool! We're setting off at like midday to give Amy time to become a functioning human being- oh, hey Ames! Don't give me that look, you know I'm right," Vicky rambles. "Well, do you want to leave earlier? That's what I thought. Go get your coffee and stop being so grumpy. Sorry, yeah, we're setting off at like twelve! You live like five houses down so I'll just come and knock when Amy isn't a zombie. Oh wait, can you drive us? I don't have my license yet and I was gonna badger Aunt Jess to take us. Mom says I need to stop flying everywhere and that I can carry Amy but not my friends because it's a 'liability'. Like I've ever dropped anyone. She's such a worry wart."
"Yeah, that's no problem. I'll see you then," I agree, hearing her bickering with Amy as she says goodbye and puts the phone down. That's like an hour.
"See? Normal teenage boy things," Angela teases, giving my shoulder a squeeze.
"Yup, totally normal teenagers that aren't all secretly and not-so-secretly superheroes. I'm guessing she means the Wards, since they're the ones I spend the most time with at school," I chuckle, sending a PHO message. "If I'm gonna be busy today, I might as well take care of this first."
Good morning, Dragon
I know you are likely biased, but I wished to inquire as to whether you believed Armsmaster would be a good fit for the Steel or Electric class fairy.
Azuth
I said I'd give some to the PRT, and while Armsy is a… difficult character to work with, the one thing everyone can agree on is that he is a very efficient man. If anyone is going to become a major energy farm, it's him.
Good Morning, Azuth!
As you said, I'm undeniably biased when it comes to him as he is the hero I work with the most . While I am aware that he can be abrasive at times, I can assure you that nobody works harder than Armsmaster. Having looked over the two types, I'd suggest Steel personally, but either would work well with him, and definitely would recommend giving him a chance!
As I said, I want Dragon on my side and giving Armsy a chance will only make her happier with me. If nothing else, she'll be motivated to keep him out of trouble if he runs into any villains in Astera.
Sending the fairy, it's easy to have him chosen as he's currently on patrol. It's the most public claim so far, with Armsmaster gaining Aron, the Steel-Rock type, and calling it in as he gets his Guild emblem. For a man so obsessed with self-improvement and the unfairness of Trumps like Dauntless, he's bound to take the bait of Astera. It's a way for everyone to become a Trump, buffing themselves with new powers and improvements at the price of working hard.
It's perfect for him. As for the second of today? Well, I already chose them.
Not because it fits, but because I find the idea funny as I unleash the Ghost type fairy and ensure it is found by the right person. Its target is already in the Ward building despite it being a weekend and pretty early in the day, because she's an overworker and also doesn't want to spend time at home.
So, as Vista is claimed by the Ghost type fairy, the building erupts into excitement as she summons the almighty Duskull. She's the only Ward in the building at the moment, beside Duplikate who always has a 'Kate' on Console, but the PRT agents are quick to spread the news as she finds herself in a meeting with the Deputy Director over what this means for her.
As she goes to speak, I give her the tiniest nudge. Renick pauses as she makes her request/demand, but to her shock he agrees easily enough and promises to arrange a meeting with PR and outfitting to reimagine Vista into a more ghostly hero.
Because that's the power of Azuth. You're welcome, Vista!
Out of curiosity, I let my mind flicker back to Jack. Surely they're done by-
As I once again feel a squeezing sensation on my cock, I pause for a moment as I watch Kayden's breasts bounce. So that's what anal feels like? I came at a good time, clearly, as I feel the sensation of a climax, my cock reacting and growing hard as Jack unleashes his seed inside her tight back door.
Ending my voyeurism, I watch as Angela glances down again before chuckling.
"We have an hour, yes? Let me finish my breakfast," Angela says simply. Right, an hour.
— Bonus Scene — Victoria Dallon (Glory Girl)
Her plans to set Sol up with Amy had crashed and burned, even if it had ended with her realising why her sister hadn't liked any of the guys she'd tried to set her up with. Amy wasn't amused by her attempts to set her up with some of the lesbians Vicky knew, but she wasn't giving up on either securing Sol or forcing Amy to actually interact with human beings.
Plan A had failed, but that just meant she was onto plan B. Or C, in this case, for Crystal.
At the end of the day, Sol had listened to her 'idle comment' about making sure that a hero found one of the tickets and she knew that she could be a little overbearing at times. She hadn't missed his annoyance when she'd tried to stop Moxxi and Overdrive from honeypotting him.
He was a good guy, but he was also a teenage boy and juggling way too fucking much. She didn't know what he feared was going to happen that meant he was willing to empower villains, but she wanted to make sure he stayed on the heroic side of the line he was balancing on.
If Plan C failed? Shit, she didn't have a plan D. Aunt Sarah, maybe? She'd not dated since her Uncle Neil had died but trying to sell a date with a teenager might be a hard one. Maybe her Mom? Ah yes, Plan Bigger C. Surely her strict, no-fun allowed lawyer mom would stop freaking out about Marquis and go on a date with Sol.
Shit, if Plan C failed maybe she should wait until she and Dean were on a break again and reward Sol herself. Not that she planned on breaking up with Dean anytime soon, but… well, she hadn't planned the last five times either and Sol was cute, both in his wizard elf and boy-next-door looks.
Why did the Wards have to be such a sausagefest? She didn't really know Kate since she went to a different school and she didn't really interact with the duplicator and Lil' V was too young for this to work.
— Missy Biron (Vista) —
If she ever met Azuth in person, she would literally suck his cock.
Looking over the very rough draft plans (because when Azuth was involved, the PRT suits acted as if they all suddenly became Movers) she admired the new dark, gothic costume they were suggesting to match her new summon. Duskull let out an eerie noise in agreement as she beamed and planned how she'd act in public.
She didn't know why she'd ended up with Duskull, but Azuth had given her the chance to finally get rid of her cutesy girly bullshit persona the PRT had forced on her thanks to her age and gender.
If this ended with her being finally given a weapon, any type at all, she'd do a hell of a lot more than a little dick sucking.
Wait, Clock said time in Astera didn't count as active hours for the Youth Guard shit! They couldn't stop her from spending as much time as she wanted in Azuth's world!
'Hey, Lil V! You coming to the Boardwalk later?'
Hmm? Oh right, that. Eh, fuck it.
'yeh sure but ill be a bit late. some stuff happened (good dont worry, tell u later)'
Why not? She had plenty to celebrate and nothing was gonna happen until the PR dudes arrived anyway.