[The Great Sue Hunt]

'Cune let out a bit of a squeak at the feeling of her pants being sliced, (couldn't have all the confidence in one place y'know) and she nodded to Kelk's question, performing the asked duty by thoroughly deepening and dominating the kiss between her and Myr.

She shifted herself, tossing the pants away completely, and then just to finish the job she tossed away her shirt as well, her rather 'plain' undergarments the only things covering her body. She smirked down at Myr, an almost feral twinge to her grin. Were those fangs? Nah, it wasn't night yet.

"Nice trick." She says to her friend, a hand idly stroking on the gypsy's arm. "Never thought we'd learn how to kill people from sex..." she paused, reconsidering. "Okay, maybe I did think that would happen someday." She shrugged, and went back to kissing Myr, who responded just as eagerly and maybe a might 'impatient' with her friend's usual rambling.

Despite her excitement and overall distraction with the feeling of being naked and engaging in questionable acts in public, 'Cune couldn't seem to ignore a certain...'nagging' feeling she had. Just a massive sense of 'wrongness' only a short ways away from them.

hewasmynightinshiningarmor,willliveforeverandeverinhappynessandhe'llonlyloveme everyonewantstobemeI'mperfectIhavesomanypowerswhowouldn'twannabeme Ican'tbebeatennevereverever I'llbetheonetomarryedwardcullen!memeME!

It was giving her a headache. I BIG headache. She cringed in some amount of pain, giving Myr an apologetic look. "Sorry...someone's got some shitty idea's for inspiration..." She answered, annoyed at her alter ego's abilities to thoroughly ruin the mood.

[The Great Sue Hunt]

'Cune had been doing rather well at ignoring the steamy going's on just feet behind her she admitted to herself. At least until said going's on reduced a whole group of blonde bimbo's into quivering, moaning piles of...erm...ink again. She really needed to get used to that.

Still, even then she'd been pretty good at focusing her attention (and her aim...faulty as that was. What did the goddess say? So long as it was plausible, it could happen? Or was that...and anyway, what the hell was an Author? Well...aside form the obvious.) on one particular 'Tzu' scowling in disgust and heading in their direction through the crowd until the dragon's sudden words cut through her, wavering, concentration.

"Why don't you come on over here and join us?"

Oh fuck. 'Cune really did NOT just hear that, did she? She shuddered a little at the tone in the dragon's voice, granted, 'Cune had always been far more attracted to males then females, but still...something about a strong, kick ass girl did the trick for her. (especially if they were in uniform) She just couldn't explain it past the fact that she, herself, wasn't exactly the most assertive or aggressive person, so she had a tendency to find others who were like that to be very....VERY...attractive.

Still, she really didn't KNOW these people, aside from Myr, and no matter how close the two of them had gotten (certainly not THAT close) they'd never...eh hem...experimented before. So needless to say, as hot as the situation was, it still seemed a bit awkward for 'Cune to fathom.

That was until the spike of Myr's magic hit her, and the sudden, intoxicating impression of a hot, twitching cock inside her and an orgasm of a magnitude she still had yet to experience herself racked through her body and caused her to fall to her knees on the ground.

"Oh fucking hell..." She moaned, arms crossing herself under her breasts in an urgent attempt to resist touching them. She shivered, looking up and giving a small glare right to her friend, whom she knew was fully and completely responsible for the entire sensation.

Of course she also got to view the smirk on Myr's face as she glanced at Bronx. "Thanks for that tip." she said.

'Cune whined a little, under her breath, still shivering from the magic induced orgasm. However, as every woman knew, the first one really was just a precursor to becoming even more horny then when she started. There was no way she would be able to focus now.

She growled, frustrated and turned on and sick of staying on the sidelines just because of her stupid self esteem and confidence issues. So she wasn't as pretty as some of these other girls? Fuck it. She could perform just as well, and maybe even better, then some of them. She wanted to be as bad ass as Bronx, as free spirited as Myr, and fuck if she wasn't going to try as hard as she could for once in her freakin' life.

She stood up, hooking the crossbow to the pocket of her jeans (not certain if it'd be wise to unload it as she could still sense that damn cobbled wrongness of the Tzu fast approaching them) and moved with determined steps to her friend. Myr looked up at her, her gaze challenging and encouraging 'Cune only growled and narrowed her eyes in response and, after taking a quick breath to finally, finally subdue the clenching of her chest, she assertively (but as gently as she could) grabbed her friend's pretty silvery hair, tilted her head back, and kissed her firmly on the mouth.

It was...interesting, to say the least. 'Cune had had experience, sure, but she'd not exactly been the most 'wild' lover on the market...and all of her previous kisses had been with men of course. She wasn't certain if she 'minded' it, though she'd be lying if she ever denied that she thought her friend was beautiful...it was the hair, really. And the eyes. And the fact that she was a Gypsy, with magic and all that.

Fuck it. 'Cune liked it, 'nough said. She nipped at Myr's lips, a surprisingly assertive action from the normally shy and unobtrusive girl. 'Cune was breaking her filters, those damn blocks she normally kept up to protect herself in a society that she'd never quite learned how to live in by herself. She was letting her inner wild streak go, and it was simply feral.

She growled, reaching down to quickly undo her pants with one hand while the other braced herself against the floor as she leaned further against Myr, her mind completely forgetting about Kelk beneath her and the Tzu approaching them, likely even more disgusted with the scene then she'd been before.

[The Great Sue Hunt]

'Cune shook her head in awe, still processing all of the new info the apparent Goddess beside her had just imparted. To think, only a couple of years ago she'd considered her life boring and not really worth mentioning, doomed to marry some average joe with the picket fence and two kids plus pet included, all wrapped up in a squeaky clean plastic contained package.

Of course that was about as likely to happen as a heart attack; more then likely she'd end up getting a devorce or some other equally tragic but mundane detail. Needless to say, 'Cune had expected her life to be average, normal, and boring.

Then, of course, Myr had come into her life. And then there was the Muse. Especially the Muse. 'Cune frowned at the reminder of her little 'gift' and fiddled around with the phone in her pocket, quickly checking the time to see if she needed to 'vanish' for a bit so people wouldn't freak when her other persona took form. Fortunately there were still a few hours until sundown so she figiured she was safe. She really didn't want to piss these people off...though they seemed less intimidating and more intriguing with every moment she spent with them. Still, leaving them, especially during the middle of what looked like an important battle, seemed wrong.

'Cune was just loyal like that.

She quickly checked the small handcrossbow and gazed out on the crowd, attempting to ignore the rather...distracting events going on behind her. Honestly, after everything with Myr and her 'alter ego' 'Cune had thought she'd been done with crazy and supernatural in her life. Sure, she'd longed for some excitement, begged for it back when she'd been young and curious and spoiled by the soft life her parents had painstakingly given to her, but now that she had it...

She swallowed, her eyes watering up as her heart clenched painfully. She tilted her head down slightly, so her hair shadowed her face and hid her sudden weakness from Apollo. She'd been so, so selfish...damnit.

'Cune breathed in and returned to focusing on the crowd, those strange girls felt funny. Even after all the time with Myr and experiancing real magic, magic from freakin' stories for christ sake! 'Cune had a tendency to be more of a 'feeler' then a 'see-er' when it came to energies and things like that. Of course, if it hadn't been for being smacked around by the Gypsie's magic constantly, 'Cune would've never learned exactly how to distinguish the differences between the 'senses' that she got from people. The odd intuition that told her when she could casually walk up to a stranger and start a random conversation with no fear or ridicule, or when it was better to leave them alone, or when they needed someone to just be there to listen...

Or when they were in the midst of some great new idea. That little intuition was possibly the strangest, and she felt the Myr's 'teaching' had less to do with that then Muse.

She had a pretty good feeling that Muse was the one responsible for what she was feeling off these girls. Each perfect little blond...erm...'cheerleader' felt, uh, fake. There really was no better way to put it. They felt fake, fake and copied, if that made any sense. She didn't understand it beyond the fact that it seemed to her like they weren't...well...they weren't individual. Almost like someone had cobbled together a person and soul from some bits and pieces from other people and soul, with a dark, lonely center tying it all together. Like a patchwork of a person.

'Cune shivered, they were, to put it simply, wrong. Everything about them. She kept an eye on one in particular, who was taking a bit too much of an interest in them, her shoulders hunching deeper into the strange cloak the Dragon had given her.

A pwifwafi and a Handcrossbow. Right from her favourite Forgotten Realms books. She felt like a regular drow with all these added trappings, not that she'd want to actually use the weapon on anyone, but they didn't look like they could kill, and if the dragon was telling the truth, they'd work more like tranqu's then actual arrows. It made her feel better.

Still, she huffed irritably to herself, still, even after her fears of a boring life took hold, this was just a bit much. Foe was hot, sure, but there was just enough to that story to make her a bit wary of the man. And Kelk was even more of a mystery! Her stomach clenched in worry, she didn't know what she should do in this kind of situation...she'd never been very good at thinking on her feet, prefering to keep to the sidelines and carefully planning out her actions before making a move. That was just who she was.

And she REALLY wished she wasn't getting so damn turned on by the sounds of Myr getting some action from both Kelk AND the dragon. She liked the dragon, she seemed like an awesome person, she kind of liked Apollo too, though it was too soon for 'cune to really trust either of them, but still. STILL. Myr's 'issue's or not, it wasn't fair. 'Cune let out a near inaudible growl at a particular sound from her Gypsy friend, her cheeks flushing despite her determination to focus on the 'Tsu' trying to flank them. It wasn't that 'Cune wanted to be in Myr's place, but it had been a long, long while since she'd been...close physically with someone. She missed it, but was too shy to really initiate it.

Oh, and Myr was having a threesome, one of 'Cune's greatest sexual fantasies. It really, really wasn't fair.

She huffed again, training the bow on the closest blond bimbo. "So, I have no idea what I'm doing. "She added in a side comment to the goddess beside her. "And the dragon lady over there is preoccupied, so you'll have to tell me what to do 'cause I don't wanna fuck it up for y'all."

[The Great Sue Hunt]

'Cune hadn't gotten more then a moment to stew (and possibly be entertained by the massive amounts of confusing chaos happening around her) when she found herself being approuched by one of the...apparent...'Tsu's.

"And it just gets better and better. Foe wants to talk to you, and I'm going to assume he'd prefer you breathing for that, so you're in luck." Oh, and the dragon was talking to her now, as if her body didn't need anymore encuragement to shoot adrenaline through her system. 'Cune gulped and tried very hard to shift unnoticably, uncomfortable with the sudden attention.

She shouldn't have even bothered. "Oh, you poor dear! Let me dispatch this evil... person, and I can tell you all about the wonders of our great Mistress and the joys of self-insertion." The Tsu was close enough to converse now, and apparently she DID want to converse...in order to recrute 'cune to her side. What was with her sudden popularity today?

"Self..insertion?" Wait, wait, wait...was she talking about writing? As in, SI in fanfics? Were these 'Sue's possibly Mary Sues? Like, for real? As in, living embodyments of the worst form of literary fan creation this side of the web?

Were they freaking serious???

"I'm sorry, but did you just refer to me as a person?" The dragon was looking a bit annoyed at the moment. 'Cune braced herself for yet another gory mess.

"Well, yes, I did, you evil... person." Honestly, did the dumb broad even know what a thesauris was?

"Let me guess. Teen rating, right?" Teen...rating? 'cune wasn't certain what the dragon was getting at, but a brief memory reminded her of the maturity ratings on one of her favorite fanfiction sites, and she surpressed the urge to roll her eyes. Wait, these girls had ratings on them? Seriously?

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I do specialize in Teen fiction for the greater glory of our beloved Mistress. I bring the joys of inserting one's own self into fiction to hordes of impressionable young girls everywhere," Apparently so. 'Cune screwed up her face in distaste, not liking the sound of this 'mistress' already. Hell, it all sounded uncomfortably familiar to some of the old 'programs' she'd been brought up with, things made to give a 'good example' to kids so they behaved in the manner the adults set them too, compleatly belittling any sense of indivituality said child could possibly have. It was discusting.

"I see, and you called me evil?" Cune had a vague feeling that she really, really should've just gone to the dealer's room and hung out over there instead like she'd been planning to. There had even been a nice set of steampunk glasses she'd been debating buying, at a good price too. Blast her lazyness!

"Well yes!" The Tsu went on. "Look at you! That outfit is practically painted on, and those heels just scream loosey goosey." ...Actually 'Cune liked the dragon's outfit. She'd never felt like she could pull off such a look herself, but she'd always wanted to try...

Of course, the massive amount of foul language and utter erotic vernacular was nothing short of inspiring. 'Cune found herself stunned by the Dragon's tactic, and amused (as well as disturbed) by the Tsu's reaction to it. Honestly, there was no point in censoring language when both were adults. No point in hiding from it, like such things didn't exist. To obscure and twist such things in order to fit the common bonds of societies social stigma's...well...few things pissed 'Cune off more, being a firm believer in one's own free will and all that.

That and she was jelouse. She wanted a threesome too!

Ahem...'Cune squirmed and tried not to gag as she witnessed the most gory and gross way for anyone to die while the Tsu effectively wreached her blood out of her stomach...well, supposedly SOME people just weren't able to handle a language unfettered. She felt some pity for the child. Some.

"Do you think I'm too focused on slash? Do you think I should give dickgirls a try?" The dragon grinned in what was possibly a manic way as the Tsu straight up vanished in front of them.

She looked back at 'Cune, who gulped nervously. "That one will need a good debriefing before she's ready to come back. But these Tzus... they're not nearly as tough as the first batch we encountered. I'm not so sure I'm happy about that, either. If they're not buffing the Tzus, who are they planning on throwing at us?" Not too certain if she was talking to 'Cune or not, 'Cune felt it best not to respond. Especially, since, she had no idea who 'they' were or even where the hell these 'Tsu's came from.

The dragon went back to looking at her knife. "I wonder what you'll be able to tell us?" She asked casually.

Now that 'cune could answer, though...likely not the was the dragon was expecting. "Ah..." She cleared her throat, as her voice came out a bit higher pitched then she would have liked. "Well, personally I think you should go with the Dickgirls. I'd read it..." She was so going to die.

[The Great Sue Hunt]

'Cune was having a really bad day.

"Right, I’m going to need myr for this.” The man pinning 'Cune to the wall said. 'Cune automatically glanced to her friend, who was currently getting a bit of 'special attention' via the other guy in the starwars getup.

"Huh?" Myr naturally responded, though how she was able to focus in her state 'Cune didn't really know.

“I’m going to need reinforcements,” The man holding her replied, letting go of 'Cune with one hand, months of being around Myr alerting her to the feel of magic being focused.

"But what does that have to do with me?” Myr gasped, apparently that man pinning her felt that a battle was a good place to start to get friendly...then again 'Cune supposed it was either Myr going ballistic on a few of the crowd (or the guys currently holding them) or Myr fucking the man silly...it was just a good thing the man seemed just as willing.

"Nothing." and suddenly the magic was unleashed and 'Cune was witness to the second most gory visage she'd had to see that day. So apparently she could assume that 'myr' were the metal things prying themselves out of these 'Sues' (whatever the freak they were) and really did have nothing to do with the Gypsy Witch.

Oh, and these 'Sues' bled black blood. Charming. 'Cune was starting to feel like a fish with the amount of gaping she was doing at the moment.

First she got felt up, then Myr goes mental on the girl who'd been feeling her up, then they get cornered by these guys, one of which was a dragon, and the other of which was apparently some kind of magic user like Myr ('Cune wondered briefly if he had the same 'problems' as Myr, a shiver of desire shooting through her that she promptly shoved back to the recesses of her mind) and now Myr was getting lucky while she was being restrained as some battle for life and death was being peformed by some sort of supernatural beings bleeding shit with the coloration of tar right in front of her!

Well at least the guy holding her was hot...

Her train of thought was promptly disrupted as she was hauled up by said guy and pinned to the wall via his spear. There was only one response for such a situation.

"Oh fuck me."

[The Great Sue Hunt]

'Cune gaped when she witnessed Myr loose her cool on Shilo, her heart jumping painfully for the loss of life, even if the woman hadn't been the best specimen of humanity. Evie squealed in fear, and instantly the crowd shook the daze off and blinked in utter confusion and bafflement at the scene, still too addled to take in the fact that a women was bleeding dead in front of them.

'Cune was dazed too, and didn't protest too much when Myr led her away. However, the fact that 'Cune had seen Myr loose it before helped her to not freak.

Speaking of which...

"Hey, Myr, calm down, why are we-" Suddenly her friend conversed quietly with her, 'Cune gulped, it was always a risk relying on the Gypsy's intuition, especially while she was in this state, but if that was the only way for them to get out of this mess, then so be it.

"It's okay," She muttered quietly, resting a hand on Myr's arm. "Thanks for saving me back there, I doubt I could've gotten out of that one." She smiled tiredly. "I honestly wish I could've known someone would be after Muse's power, or whatever the freak they wanted with me. I could've grabbed the pepper spray." She chuckled at her bad joke before suddenly finding herself grabbed and pinned by some random man she'd never seen before in her life.

Okay 'Cune...keep it cool...keep your head low and the scary powerful people won't see a reason to off you several years too soon...

Oh, and one of them was a dragon. A fire breathign dragon.

Heh, she recalled reading up on those, Red dragons. Awesome.

"You're smoking..." She mumbled as a half assed and not very well thought out joke.

The dragon barely glanced at her. "I don't smoke, I smoulder. And if you piss me off, I do a lot more than that. Now, if I've made my point, I'm going to shift back to a more appropriate form for Earth." 'Cune gulped, deciding that the best thing for her to do was to stay quiet at the moment.

However due to the state Myr was in...it didn't seem to be an option. 'Cune quickly reached for her friend's hand, knowing how unstable she'd be in her current state. She took a deep breath to keep calm even as the familiar burn of Myr's magic swirled around them, every word the Gypsy uttered causing 'Cune's heart to ache more. If only she could help her friend...if only she were better in these situations!

She gave a half wry smirk as Myr asked for the men to back off a little, recalling that perhaps the Gypsy got a little hot for 'other' reasons then just rage when she let the magic take hold. She coughed awkwardly, deciding to step in before things got even more heated.

She grasped every ounce of her curage. "Hey, it wasn't her fault!" She cried out, over the building tension, hoping to get the eyes (and threats) off of Myr. "She was just trying to protect me from these creeps. They wanted something I have, and I..." She swallowed, her throat dry in bitterness at the helplessness she felt. "I can't really do much in a fight as I am."

[The Great Sue Hunt]

It took 'Cune by surprise when she felt a firm but steady hand on her arm, the one NOT in Shilo's grasp, and she looked around in panic only to feel deep relief as the kind face of Myr met her gaze. Good, with Myr's 'abilities' things would be okay. 'Cune sighed, then frowned as she realised Evie was still clutching onto her, nimble fingers fumbling around with her worn jeans.

"These pants are just SO outdated." She huffed, annoying voice not nearly as high pitched, but mindless babble still annoying. "Like, don't you ever shop for any DECENT clothes?" She kept trying, and failing, to get the pants undone, with 'Cune fumbling to grab her wrists to try and stop her, only to be stopped herself by Shilo's sharp grip tightening once again as she clung posessively to her bicep.

Shilo gave a bitter glare to Myr, her golden eyes narrowed. "What do you want, HAG? We're giving her an offer. Go back to the dusty hole you crawled out of." She pulled harder on 'Cune's arm, making the woman visibly flinch.

'cune looked back to her friend, the hand attached to the arm in Myr's grasp reaching into her pocket to finger the small knife she kept on her person for occasions such as these. The churning in her gut gave a lurch as a quick glance noted the men around them making an even tighter circle, a literal cage of bodies surrounding them. She knew she could barrel through, and Myr could use some magic, but she didn't want to make too much of a public scene.

Another glance directed by her hormones confirmed another fact. Yup, the men were still hard and ready to go, and now some of them were even proving the supicion by pressing their firm 'bulges' against them. Were Shilo and Evie really comfortable with this? The crowd was getting tighter, closing in on them with their dazed and glorifying expressions.

'Cune gave a small wimper and whispered to Myr. "These people aren't normal Myr...they did something strange to the crowd. I don't think goin' full throttle on 'em would be the best decision though..."

Myr glared at Shilo, just noticing teh petite pinkette keeping hold on her friend's arm. "Excuse me, Hag?" She glared and gave a quick glance around the crowd, noting teh same things 'Cune had, mind quickly forming a quick, but subtle plan of escape. "Let go of her and you won't get hurt." She said, glarring back at Shilo.

Shilo laughed and snapped her fingers, signaling the men around them to close the two into a tighter cirlcle, hands grasping at the two, causing them both to struggle and to cry out, unfortunately with the mass of the crowd they were out of sight of security, and the mass of voices of the con kept all but the closest form hearing them.

Evie squeeled, finnally managing to undo 'Cune's pants, the button on her jeans popping free. "Oh goodie! Orgy!" She sang.

[The Great Sue Hunt]

Meanwhile in a dark, dusty corner of the artists alley, a young caucasian woman sporting grey ears in her hair and a plump grey tail on her rump was lounging against the wall participating in her favorite con hobby, that being; people watching and conversing with other con-goers who just so happened to rest in that same corner. It was always amusing, watching others fan out and show off their well worked for (or well paid for) costumes, much to the pleasure of those around them.

Though it seemed some had more fans then others.

"Good gods, it's like she's got her own personal mob." 'cune griped to herself, face screwed up in bewilderment at what was a rather impressive gathering of bodies surrounding a petite pink (wigged?) girl with bronze skin and golden (contacts?) in her eyes. The girl was obviously soaking up the attention, and making some rather obscene gestures towards a few of the men in the mob, gestures that were rather...explicit and uncalled for really, as this con tended to attract the company of children along with the usual crowd.

"Okay, this is just getting rediculous." 'Cune huffed and stood, being careful that her stuffed tail didn't bop anyone in the head as she began to move away from the steadily building mob. She prided her tail, best purchase she'd ever made, with straps on the end to secure it firmly to her belt. No childish tugs would be breaking this tail! No sir!

Ahem...well, 'Cune mentally shook herself and resumed walking away from the mob, when she was promptly talked by yet another pink haired girl, this one a bit taller, a bit paler, and WAY bustier.

"Omigoshomigoshomigosh your ears are just SO. KYUTE!" She squealed at highly inhumane decibles as she clung tightly to 'cune's arm, her big watery blue eyes wide with a slightly dazed, manic look.

'Cune blinked and attempted to pry her arm out of the woman's iron grip, but the girl held firm. She cleared her throat awkwardly. "Uh...thanks." She muttered. "They keep slipping out of my hair though. Bobby pins and everything." She looked away and noticed that the small girl in the middle of the crowd was looking at her calculatingly, her gold eyes narrowed even as she ran a hand along a rather well built kid's noticible buldge.

"Well, like, maybe if you put braids in your hair or something, do you ever put your hair up? Maybe I could do your hair for you, OMIGOSH we could give you a makeover! Like, tonight!" The girl bounced up and down, clinging to 'cune's arm tighter, cutting off it's circulation adn thoroughly making 'cune uncomfortable. Seriously, she hadn't gotten attention like this in...wait, she'd never gotten attention like this. Ever. What the hell?

The other girl, apparently bored with her boytoy of the moment, made her way through the slobering mob towards them, a small, vicious little smile on her face. Dumb pinkie on her arm barely paid any mind as she continiued to cling and nuzzle and spazz and generally make a compleat nuscance of herself. She halted right in front of them, previous male trailing behind her, with several others to match (and even a few slobering woman added in), as she gave 'cune a long, searching look, her smile growing into a smirk as her eyes rested on 'Cune's bust, faintly plump but covered and unflattered beneath her frumpy, unflattering grey shirt. 'Cune gulped, unused to being so thoroughly examined by an apparent female rival, more used to being unabtrusive and in the backround, never a threat to anyone if se could help it.

"Um...yeah, I guess we can do that." She replied to the bimbo on her arm, not really focusing on what she was saying and keeping her eyes on the petite she-devil in front of her. "Not too sure...do you need something?" She asked the bronze girl, albiet more rudely than she'd meant to. The girl's smirk became more eager, her gold eyes glinting eagerly.

"Hi." she started, her voice deeper and more sultry than would be expected with her size. "My names Shilo, the pretty lady on your arm is called Evie. I think we may have a certain...proposition that you'd be interested in." She circled around them, Evie squealing in delight, one of her eager hands grabbing at 'Cune's plump tail.

"Hay!" 'cune protested, trying in vein to get her treasured appendage away from the spazzy pinkie. "Careful with that! It was expensive!" She swirled her head to try and glimpse at Shilo, who's predetory circling set her on edge. "And what do you mean 'proposition'? You're not...like...part of some gang or something, are you?"

Shilo grinned as Evie nuzzled the false tail, "Ooo, so soft!" She squealed, giggling like an idiot. Shilo circled back to 'cune's front, moving close enough so that they were chest to chest, Shi's hight making it a tad akward as 'Cune was a rather tall woman, so her breasts were in the petite girl's face, but this didn't seem to deter her in the least as she seemed to enjoy the view, unflattering as it was with the poor choice in clothes.

"Not really a 'gang' persay, though I guess around here that would be an underplayed term for it." Shilo chuckled darkly, one hand moving to lightly brush against 'Cune's shoulder. "Let's just say you've got some qualities that our group might be...looking for. You look like someone who want's to be more then what you are, yes?" Her eyes peered back up to 'Cune's wide ones, dark with promise.

'Cune swallowed uncomfortably again, hands still attempting to gain back her precious tail, stomach churning with unease at the promise in those golden eyes, all of her senses telling her she was in rather dangerous company. "What-" Her voice squeaked awkwardly, and she cleared her throat to steady it. "What kind of qualities do you mean?" She asked, her voice shaking embarrassdly. She looked around, noticing herself and the two girls surrounded by Shilo's mob, who seemed to all have the same dazed, mindlessly adoring look in their eyes. A few of the finer built men gathered in the inner circle, closer to the three girls then 'Cune would have liked, a brief glance controlled by her hormones showing all of them to be standing at attention, their blank gazes darkened with lust as well as mindless worship.

Needless to say, she was trapped. Her friends always did say her loner nature would get her in trouble.

Shilo's smile turned predetory as she noticed 'Cune's gaze, her small hand, taloned with sharp pointy nails, dug firmly into her arm, making 'Cune flinch in a bit of pain. "Qualities, like...oh...that unlocked potential you have inside you." She leaned closer to 'cune's cleavage, which likely would've been more threatening or sexy but for the fact that she was leaning into her boobs not her face. "You have...a power inside you. We can help you unlock it."

'Cune shrank back, the sinking feeling in her stomach growing. There was no way they knew about Muse. If they did, they wouldn't be actively trying to use her, would they? Maybe they didn't have the full story? Muse couldn't be controlled, and really wasn't good for what she was inteded for. They had to know that, right? These girls weren't...they weren't normal. They didn't know everything, right?

How the hell did they...what did they know? Who told them about Muse? Why the fuck was Evie trying to get into her PANTS?!"

"Hey, get the hell off me!" She screamed, likely gaining the attention of a few con-goers OUTSIDE of the mob, who closed further into them.

[Post your character description here!]

Witnesses have reported the Subject to have been infiltrating various locales and causing rampant chaos on a whim. For this reason the data collected on said subject has been recorded below. Please be aware and use caution when in close proximity.

Subject's name; the Subject has been known to refer to itself as Suicune (oftentimes with the title of 'Aunty' included) However, some witnesses have been known to call it the 'Muse' when Subject's suspected 'alter ego' comes to light. However, as this detective has yet to see said 'alter ego' this name can only be a theory for now.

Subject's age; Subject looks to be in the early 20's

Subject's gender; Subject is appeared to be a young, healthy, adult female, however when in the 'alter ego' it's phisiology changes compleatly so wheather the gender stays the same is a mystery.

Subject's appearance; Subject seems to have an athletic build, with a pale complexion. Subject's hair appears to be a light brownish color, cut off at the shoulders. Eye color is a dark grey-blue. Subject is roughly 5'8 and around 150 lbs.

Subject's personality; Subject appears to have a mild, laid back nature. Naturally nurturing, it takes to calling itself an 'Aunt' to those it takes under it's 'wing' so to speak. Subject is also known to be rather insecure around strangers, however, it will fake a confidence as a ruse in order to keep others at a distance as a form of self defence.

Subject's abilities; Subject appears to have no impressive abilities beyond some basic knife fighting. Subject seems to get by keeping her head low and observing her surroundings to best use them to her advantage. She keeps an 'innocent' face on in order for others to not percieve her as a 'threat'. It is unown how much of this 'innocent' face is genuen. Other than that, and a few bouts of 'luck' subject doesn't seem to have any outstanding abilities at all.

There have been some reports from witnesses stating that the fabled 'alter ego' Muse, is a different matter. It is reported that this 'Muse' appears only at night, and witnesses report 'it' to have teh appearance similar to a bipedal lupine-like creature not unlike the legendary 'werewolves' mentioned in folk tales. Witnesses have reported this creature to have a silver-gray like coloration to it's fur, and some have even reported the color of it's eyes to match the same as the subject 'Suicune'. However, these reports are untrustworthy as all who've reported such a thing seem to have simaler symptons of a particular sort of psycosis brought on from contact with the 'Muse' creature. These symptons include; obsessive behavior, an influx in inspiration, loss of focus on anything other than the afflicted's obsession, and delusionary mentions of 'plot bunnies'.

Said 'bunnies' have also been reported to be seen around the 'Muse' creature, apperance similar to actual rabbits but with neon colored fur said to change according to their mood. They are reported to have very energetic personalities, and the 'Muse' has been said to spend most of it's time hounding down and keeping track of these creatures. It appears as though this task is the main focus of 'Muse,' with the rabbits being a full time chore and source of great stress for it.

It's noted that the 'Finicky Plot Bunnies' as witnesses have taken to calling them, do not appear around the normal subject Suicune. They only appear around the 'Muse'. The reason for this is unown.

HACK; Muse has all the physical abilities of a normal wolf, but stands on two legs instead of four. She's not a werewolf, so the weaknesses (and streangths) of such a being is beyond her. Were's are stronger and likely faster than her, being different from an anthro wolf. She doesn't use her knives when in this form, but most of her time is spent rounding up the stupid rabbits instead of fighting anyways. The 'affliction of inspiration' is given via the bunnies, not her. Prolonged contact with them in any way exposes you to the risk of the madness. (Make a will save DC35. XD)

I am human...in a way. But I am also a muse. There are many of us, hidden among you...some more 'experianced' then others. Simply put, I am the muse of 'sparks'. The small idea that lights in your head, the wisp of music that plays in the back of your thoughts. I can inspire anything, but you must grow it yourself. My 'helpers' feed me, hunt idea's for me from 'normal' mortals like you, for you see, the Muse must gain fuel from somewhere. Inspiring people feeds my own inspiration...though I wish they were less 'enthusiastic' on the matter. I am sorry for this. This....job, this calling, I am new to it. I am still so very mortal, and I'm not used to my power yet...there's so, so much to inspire...

Security has been compromised. This report will self destruct...in five....four...three....two...

BEEP.

[New? Introduce Yourself!]

Hello~ It's your Aunty Muse (better known as Aunty 'cune on FF) This is my...erm...more 'pervy' account. And my attempt to be social. (HAH)

Anyway, I'm just some collage age chick moseying along in the world. eh, I enjoy character studies 'cause I love getting into character's heads and Emotion is a fascinating fascinating subject to me. I've been writing romance because the tension between couples is so much fun to write, but my original love is for Adventure Fantasy. (Someday, when I can get my stupid finicky rabbits to work I'll write one.) Currently I'm hoping to focus on just one kind of fandom, 'cause my ADD makes it hard for me to not spazz all over the place. (I'm a fandom whore) XD

I dislike cliche love scenes with all the flowers and soft light and choco's and stuff, 'cause I'm jaded like that. Therefore, while I don't always like to fill my stories with nothing but ANGST and DRAMA it's not gonna be all sweet and sappy either.

I have problems with details of my surroundings. >.< I focus too much on introspection, any help with detailing the surrounding area without halting the story completely would be greatly appreciated. Also, I has no beta. Sad Aunty Muse.

(I'm also an actual Aunt, yay me~ *drowns y'all with pictures of her nephew like Maes Hughs in FMA)

[What You Don't Know]

Author: Muse

Title: What You Don't Know

Summary: Sometimes the truth stares you right in the face and you don't even realise it. Practice for smut.

Feedback: Tell me what y'all think? It starts out pretty rocky but I'm happy with how it's helped me discover my own style.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia

Pairing: Zelos Sheena (SHEELOS)

Warnings: M/F, Fingering, possible oral in the future, tension (OH GOD THE TENSION)

URL: http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600086835

This is my debut story, and I'm hoping to finish it before moving on to others. It's...ah, evolved far past what I'd thought it'd be at first. Basically this is Zelos and Sheena in an alternate sort of state during the events of the game. By 'alternate' I mean, Sheena's far more willing to bang him then she'd be cannonly. XD Despite that, I'm trying to keep them IC as much as possibly with this situation. I warn ya, it is a little strange at the start. Oh, and Zelos is Emo. (Oh my god is he Emo)