#shes sweet and kind throws axes like a motherfucker

[lapisfucker]

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#welp guess its time to bring back my least favorite posts ive ever made and talk about feelings ill never act on 🙃 #her #shes a friend of my roommates and shes just so fucking adorable #shes sweet and kind throws axes like a motherfucker #and she throws them in heels!! like bitch!!! what a power move honestly #she loves her friends so much and the cat loves her a lot even if he doesnt cuddle with her as much as she wants him to #she has great fashion sense and we have matching hoodies of Iroh in tales of ba sing se #fuck dude #and shes leaving in a month for a year and a half #why did she have to be the first girl i meet here #she set the bar way too fucking high #shes also like 5'11" so i guess thats why she set it up there #anyways catch me slowly dying since shes my roommates best friend and hangs out at my place all the time #and imma just be here with unreciprocated feelings and constant yearning to be with someone absolutely unattainable #anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk have a good day

[ill-skillsgard]

Sweet Demons, Part 5 - Zeitgeist/Axel Cluney

Title: Sweet Demons

Description: It's the weekend of Friday the Thirteenth, the biggest motorcycle rally and festival in the Western Hemisphere but nothing is more enticingly chaotic to her than the mysterious new member of the famous Motor City Sweet Demons.

Warning: 18+ Mentions of drugs/alcohol/violence, eventual smut/various kinks

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

We sat on the pier drinking cheap beer from cans. The sun had gone down an hour ago but we stayed right where we were, gazing out over the shimmering lake. The smell of water and algae was strong but I would lean my head on Axel's shoulder and his scent would make me forget everything else. The majority of the day we had spent riding around on his bike and even ventured past the farmland and went into the next town just because we could. There was a little pub advertising half-price appetizers and pitchers of sangria so we went in and got ourselves a little booth at the back where nobody besides the server would bother us. Axel had on the tattered rag of a shirt that I had washed for him earlier that day so anybody at any time could see his white ribs and contentious tattoos and though we drew some stares, I kind of enjoyed the attention. The heavy feeling in my chest grew as the hours passed by because I knew he was going to be leaving in the morning. I tried not to let it get to me but I couldn't distract myself long enough to put it completely from my mind. He noticed it too, somehow. He knew that I didn't want him to go even if I said nothing to allude to it. He grasped my bare thigh just below the leg of my shorts and shook me from a reverie after we had received our pitcher of blood orange sangria. "Why are you suddenly so quiet, huh?" He asked, poking me in the rib. I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. Just thinking, I guess." He poured me and himself a glass, slid mine over and then took a sip of his own, the sweet wine clinging to the stubble over his top lip until he licked it off. "'Bout what?" "About stupid shit." "Like?" With a huff, I downed half my glass in one go, set it on the dark wood table and turned to face him directly. "I don't know, I'm thinking about you and it's stupid. I don't like it." Laughingly, he replied, "what do you mean? What are you thinking of?" "Kinda just about how like... I don't want you to go." "Ah," he observed. "I knew that's what you were going to say." "No, you didn't!" "Yes, I did." "Whatever," I sighed. "I'm sorry I have to go. Well I mean, I'm not sorry but I'm sorry that you feel that way. You should be thankful that I'll be leaving tomorrow. You guys get your house back and you won't have to deal with any more greasy bikers for a little while." It was true that I had been bitching all weekend about all of the company we had had but the more time I spent with Axel the more I wanted to figure him out. Our time together was running out and as much as I hated it, I was starting to feel a sense of attachment to him. Everything from his slicked-back brown hair to his ridiculous shirts, the rings on his fingers and the way his green eyes shot through me made me long for more of him. "Yeah, I guess so," I said, dismissing the topic. The more we drank the more we started talking and once our food came out we were already deep in conversation, so much so that we didn't give the server much acknowledgment. Axel asked me questions about what it was like to grow up with Big Al as a father and I asked him about his own origin story. He was vague with his details but had no qualms with telling me that he had literally been on the road since he was of legal age to drive. He had no home and the nights he didn't spend on people's couches he would spend on his bike, ripping up and down the entire country, riding from place to place with no real end goal in mind. "Why don't you like riding?" He asked me through a mouthful of food. "I don't know. Just not my thing," I said. "Bullshit," he called out. "I don't believe that for a second! I see how excited you get when you ride with me. You fucking love it. So what's your beef with being on a bike?" The alcohol making its way into my bloodstream activated and all of a sudden I felt cocksure enough to really let loose and give him the gory details of my life. I think I secretly hoped that if I opened up to him he would do the same to me so I took in a deep breath and prepared myself to tell him a story that only a handful of people knew about. "The honest truth is... I don't ride because of my mom." "Oh?" "Yeah... One year when I was about twelve and we had everybody over for a Thirteenth party. Everybody. It was always the tradition. Always has been. Anyway, I don't really know the actual specifics but basically... My mom was a rider too and I guess she met someone that weekend and they just fuckin' took off together and she never ever came back. She left me and my dad without saying a word. We thought something bad had happened to her. Filed a missing person and everything." Axel had stopped chewing and sat there looking at me with his big green eyes completely locked on me. "Well, shit." "Yeah. So I don't know, I guess I just built up this hatred inside of me. Mostly because I watched it totally destroy my dad inside and out. He blamed himself for her taking off and the more time went by the worse it got for him. I don't know if you noticed but... He's not in the greatest health and I really do think its because his heart broke. It made me hate everything to watch him turn from this bright, excited guy to this fucking... This husk of a man. I swore I would never have anything to do with bikers after that." "Yet, here you are." "Well, you never fucking know what's going to happen. One day we were a happy family and the next I'm consoling my dad; the biggest, scariest motherfucker there is." "Shit... So did you ever find out where she went?" I chugged back the rest of my drink before answering, "No. Not really. My dad had some guys out on the road trying to find her but the bitch didn't want to be found." "That's rough. I'm sorry that happened to you guys." "It's okay. I'm over it, clearly." "Are you though?" "I think so. I don't think about her much. I know my dad does but I sure as hell don't. Fuck her." Axel opened his mouth to say something but instead caught himself, reached for the pitcher and poured the rest of what was left into my glass. I thanked him and started sipping away immediately, turning hot in the cheeks after realizing I had just spilled a truckload of personal information on him. "What about you? What's your swan song?" I asked, eager to shift the attention off of me. He let out a puff of air, leaned back against the cushions and stretched out his arms so they practically wrapped around the entire booth. "Nothing really. I've just been riding the world, looking for answers." "Answers to what?" "That I don't know." "Hmph," I said, raising my eyebrows and peering into the glass of crimson liquid. "Really that's all? You don't have any shitty backstory to tell me?" "Nope. I'm just some low-life trying to figure out my own shit." "Well? What exactly is your shit?" It was at that moment Axel flagged the server over. She approached with a gleaming smile and asked us if we wanted anything else to which he replied no, nothing but the bill. He smiled at me and brought his arm down to wrap around my shoulders. Squeezing me, he pressed a quick kiss to my temple. "Come on, kid. Drink up. We have to ride back." When we got back into town we decided to pick up some beer before the store closed and took it to the pier to continue the night. Once the breeze grew cold and the cops started roaming the beach on their quads we packed up, drained whatever beer we had left and chucked the cans back into the plastic bag we had brought them in. Axel's steps were much longer than mine and when he looked back at me he held out his hand for me to grab onto. It took a skip for me to catch up with him but once I slid my hand over his he locked our fingers together as though that were just a casual thing to do. Thankful that it was dark, I blushed profusely and tried not to let him catch me smiling. I nuzzled my face into his back as I wrapped my arms around his waist once I was on the back of his bike. He grasped the handles, turned the front wheel straight and we kicked off quickly. The ride back to my house was only two minutes but I wished it was longer. From behind him, he couldn't hear me sigh. The garage door was open and light poured out as we pulled up onto the driveway. My dad, Braun and Max were all standing inside it, beers in hand, chatting about whatever until they noticed the acid-green bike pull up. Axel parked at the end of the line right beside Janet's pitch black Harley. He got off first and offered me his hand to help me climb off. Allowing me to walk in front of him, he gently tapped me on the ass with his palm as we ascended the shallow slope of the driveway and jogged away before I had a chance to react. "There's the kids!" Max yelled at us. As I approached, I saw nothing but smiles and one dour sneer belonging to Braun. I could feel the awkwardness unlike anybody else, especially once we stopped in front of them, Axel seemingly brushing off the tension since he kept his hand on the small of my back. Braun's eyes landed on me and he shook his head when he noticed how close Axel and I stood beside each other. "Axe, you better not be plottin' to take my kid with you," dad warned. He looked at me with a warm smile and scrunched up his nose, "Nah, she stinks. Plus she won't fit in my throw-over." "Better start saying your goodbyes now. We leave at the crack of dawn," Max reminded him. "Yeah, yeah." Axel affronted playfully, gesturing for Max to be done with his Presidential duties. Braun tipped the beer bottle he had all the way up, sucked the rest of the liquid down to the foam and turned around quickly, throwing the bottle into a box of empties with noticeable force, shattering it loudly. My dad blinked his shock at Braun but he had already turned away and headed out the back door toward the backyard. "I know one person who's going to be happy to see yous gone," Dad said with a shake of his head. "That dude has it out for me," Axel laughed. "Ah, don't mind him. He's had his heart set on Angel since they were kids. He'll move on eventually." "Yeah, he better," I scoffed. "Well Big Al, I hate to say it but I think it's time I turn in. Got a long road ahead of us tomorrow." "No, no, no ya don't. Not yet, kid. We're going to the clubhouse for one more round," Dad claimed, clapping Max on the back with a leathery smack. Nobody would argue much with my dad but before we headed off I held onto Axel's hand, keeping him tethered to me for just a moment as they made their way out of the back door of the garage. He spun around and smirked at me, getting really close and bringing his hands up to frame my face. "What is it now, ya bug? What do you want from me?" "Where are you sleeping tonight?" I asked him, uncaring whether I sounded clingy or not. Axel stuck out his bottom lip and the way the light cast over his face drew my attention and made me want to kiss him even though I knew he didn't like it. There were so many things about him that I hated yet I couldn't keep myself from wanting him by me at every possible second. I knew I was breaking my own heart by indulging my lust for him but the way he leered at me with his eyes always burning gave me the impression that maybe, just maybe he was feeling the same. He looked over his shoulder to make sure everyone had left the garage before tipping my chin up and leaning in close. "Honey... If you think I'm not spending my last night balls deep in that pussy then you don't know me at all. Now come on, let's go have a drink with your dad and then we'll go have a little farewell party of our own, sound good?" We spent another hour up in the clubhouse bar making toasts and drinking more than we probably should have with every member of the Motor City Sweet Demons and company. By the time midnight rolled around, I was feeling a little bit more than tipsy. It had been a long time since I had felt the heady rush of being sloppy and I nearly lost my footing once I hopped off the bar stool I had been perched on, much to Axel's amusement. "Hey! I don't need to have the talk with you kids, do I?" Dad asked as we readied ourselves to leave the clubhouse. "Dad... Please don't." "I'll have her home by midnight, sir!" Axel snickered. "Ah, shut it. Careful on those stairs ya fuckin' drunks." "Love you, Dad!" I called out to him. Once we made it out of the clubhouse, through the yard, into the house, and up the stairs to my bedroom, Axel had his shirt off and was already working on getting mine off as well. I tried to pull him down with my hand on the back of his neck to kiss him but he pulled away. I frowned at him and tried my luck again but he was strong and if he didn't want to be moved he wouldn't be. "Not this shit again," I complained. "I've had a lot to drink," he said. "So what?" "So... I don't feel like kissing." His dismissal was enough to set off the very sensitive alarm in my head and I pushed him away from me, scowling and angered with my shirt off and my shorts partially undone. "Fine! Get away from me then." "Come on! Let's just get into bed and cuddle a bit before I slide my cock into that warm little-" "No! I don't want to sleep with you if you're not going to kiss me or... Or anything! What's your fucking problem?" Axel rolled his eyes and tried to approach me again but I took a step away from him, bumping into my dresser as my recollection of space was veiled beneath intoxication. He giggled at me but it only served to make me angrier. "I already told you what my problem is. You don't seem to get it." "But, you've kissed me before." "I wasn't nearly so drunk," Axel pointed out. "What does it matter? Drunk or sober... You're like a rollercoaster. It's always up and down and shit." "Yet... You still wanna ride me, don't you?" I cracked the slightest smile and he laughed at me, grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into him so he could wrap his arms around me. I sighed as we began to sway, dancing to music that wasn't on. He ran his hands up and down my bare back and then pulled away so he could run his hands over my breasts, bottom lip tucked between his teeth mischievously. "Come on. I'm leaving tomorrow. Don't be mad at me." "I hate you." "I know. I hate me too." Grasping the waist of his jeans, I popped open the button, pulled down the zipper and shoved the material down until I could see the hilt of his cock. He was already moaning by the time I pulled him out of his jeans completely and when I dropped to my knees I watched his mouth fall open. He pulled in air through his teeth as soon as my tongue made contact with the tip of his cock. I made a spectacle of teasing him and licking him gently until he was so hard that I didn't even have to hold his shaft in my grip. "Fuck," he drawled when I took him in my mouth, running my flattened tongue along the underside of his entire length from head to balls. "You like that, Daddy? Feels good having your cock in my mouth doesn't it?" Axel chewed his bottom lip again and ran his thumb over my cheek in preparation for a light, encouraging slap. "You know I like that dirty mouth on my dick." Humming around him, I took him deeper and watched with wide eyes at the way his expressions changed from his usual snarky grin to absolutely entranced by the way I was able to encase his entire length with my throat. His hips started to shift forward and once drool started to drip down from the corners of my mouth, he pulled away, bent down and lifted me up so he could toss me on the bed. "Take off those shorts...Turn around," He commanded. I did what I was told and once I was completely exposed to him he groaned and got up on the bed behind me. The head of his cock grazed my opening and I was already so slick with arousal that there was hardly any friction to stop him from gliding in and filling me up so perfectly that the both of us suspired from the feeling. After a few short thrusts to establish a rhythm, Axel leaned over, worked his long fingers through my hair and pulled my head up so he could whisper in my ear, "you have no idea how much I'm going to miss this pussy." What I wanted to say was somewhere along the lines of please don't leave me and take me with you but I knew I couldn't say either of those things to him so instead I started pushing my hips back, taking him in as deep as possible. "Oh, yeah," he groaned. "fuck me. Bounce on my fucking cock." He erupted with pleasured laughs and gentle hisses, slapping my ass, gripping my hips and guiding me back onto him. When I looked over my shoulder at him he melted, ran his hands up and down my back and made it known how much enjoyment he was getting out of fucking me. I never wanted the night to end. Not when he was looking at me like he had never had sex so good in his life. He treated it like a delicacy, making sure to reach beneath me to toy with my clit as he let out whimpers of pure ecstasy. Axel had this terrible way of making me feel special and worthless at the same time. He had told me that he hadn't felt the need to sleep with anyone in months yet when I tried to kiss him he was standoffish and borderline rude about it. I couldn't tell if the man had feelings for me or not but I did know one thing and that was that when I watched him watching me, I could feel my heart get heavy in my chest. Our goodbye fuck ended in the shower with my leg propped up on the faucet and his cock buried deep inside of me from behind. I could tell he was close but before he released he leaned in close to me, kissed my cheek and asked, "can I come inside you?" "Yes, Daddy. Fill me up with your cum." "Yeah?" He confirmed. "You want me to?" I nodded eagerly and watched as his eyes rolled and he gave me a few more pumps. The water from the shower head sprayed down over us and I lifted my face to it as his hand came up around my neck to squeeze it lightly. "Oh fuck baby... I'm gonna come. Nothing feels as good as your pussy does. Fuck yes. Oh, God." "Do it, Daddy. Come inside me." A shiver rolled through Axel's entire body and he bit down on my shoulder to stifle the moan tearing from his throat. I felt the way his cock throbbed inside of me, spilling everything he had to offer all at once. When he pulled out of me he turned me around and got on his knees, slinging my leg over his shoulder and bringing two fingers up to rub over my clit. His big eyes stared at me as he leaned in closer and gave me a gentle kiss, letting his tongue loll out to drag up my folds even though his cum was beginning to leak out of me. "Stop... Axel, you don't have to." "I want to make you come too. I can do it." With my back against the cold tiles, I looked down at him with his face buried between my legs and thought that it could have been the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed in my life. I knew what it meant for him to use his tongue to lick me and his lips to suck on me and I tried my hardest not to take too long. He made it easy though with how he moaned against me, sending tremors through me with his voice. He inserted his middle finger inside of me too and as soon as he began working it in and out of me I knew I was done for. "Come for me. Come on baby, right now. Come all the fuck over me," He whispered between slow licks and gentle, undulating sucking. It was easy to let go with his voice telling me to do so and when I did I felt my whole body shudder and my knees get weak. Once I reached that beautiful moment of total physical bliss he stood up and made sure to keep circling my clit with his fingers until I couldn't take any more of his stimulation. Axel grabbed my face and kissed me hard and when he pulled back I was in such a cloud of euphoria that I almost couldn't open my eyes. "See, I knew you could kiss me," I said, voice shaky. "I know. It's just... Fuck it. It doesn't matter now." "Why?" "It just doesn't matter." We finished up in the shower, taking our time to wash each other and once in a while Axel would pause and kiss me slowly, relishing each time our tongues brushed. For somebody who didn't like kissing he sure did act like it was the best thing in the world because every time our lips touched he sighed or moaned or purred with delight. I didn't understand it but I didn't care because it felt so good to have him so close. His lips were so lush and the taste of him was so sweet. I couldn't believe the paradox that he was. After drying off and putting our underwear back on, we climbed into bed and got close enough to taste each other's breath. "I'm going to miss you," I whispered to him in the dark. "Nah. You won't." "Yes, I will." "I know." "Are you going to miss me?" I inquired. "Definitely." I couldn't be sure if it was really me or if it was the remnants of my intoxication but I could feel the heat of sadness building up behind my eyes like stormy rain clouds, threatening to spill tears. It was so silly and I felt like a prepubescent girl by the way my emotions were playing with me. I hadn't known Axel for more than a couple of days and the fact that he was leaving was striking me hard with dread. It didn't take long before he was passed out and gently snoring. My thoughts were racing because I wanted to wake him up. I wanted to beg him to stay with me. I had never felt so strongly for anybody before and I hated myself because of it. Then I thought maybe for just one moment I could understand my mother's motives for just taking off all those years ago. Shaking my head, I pushed that thought back into the little black box of tragic memories I kept stowed away in the forbidden closet of my mind. I was stupid for thinking it and I was stupider for falling for Axel. Alas, no matter how hard I berated myself for allowing a man like him to infiltrate my walls, I knew it wasn't all my fault. The uncouth, lewd, acid-green and oil-stained biker beside me in my bed had gouged himself a nice little spot in my heart by way of effortless charm and sugary words. My emotions were flying and I couldn't get to sleep. There were so many thoughts floating around in my brain, nagging at me to stand up and do something. They told me not to let him leave. They cried at me to go with him. I knew it was craziness to even entertain the idea of doing so but an hour passed and I was still wide awake, fretting. Slowly and as quietly as I possibly could, I slid out of bed, padded across the room and went downstairs to the kitchen. I took a glass from the cupboard and poured myself some water to drink and as I drained the cup, I looked through the cupboards to find something to snack on that would hopefully aid in sobering me up a little. There wasn't much there that I could readily eat but when I opened the cupboard containing all of the baking supplies like flour, baking soda, and sugar my mind really started to kick and scream.

~*~

The next morning was a surreal collection of the best and worst goodbyes. Each and every one of the Sweet Demons approached me and my dad to thank us profusely before setting off, starting with Max Sweet. The blond-haired, blue-eyed man came up to us and hugged us both at the same time, earning simultaneous grunts of sarcastic disgust. "Al... Angel... Thanks a million. You guys are the greatest. Thanks for letting us rip up your property. I really do appreciate all the hospitality as usual." "No problem kid. Pour one out for your father whenever you have the chance. He would be proud to see you like this." "Thanks, Al," Max extended his arm for their farewell shake. Bradley and Jimmy both went on and on about how grateful they were that we had allowed them to stay the weekend as though they had never spent a Thirteenth with us before. Dad told them both to shove it. They too clapped my dad on the back and kissed the back of my palm. Braun came out from the garage just as Janet came to shake our hands. The rest of them had already packed their things into their leather saddlebags and were nearly ready to head off. "It was nice seeing you guys," said Braun, giving a salute and receiving several in return. The last person to say goodbye was Axel and I felt my chest practically cave in as he approached us, looking slightly sullen but still excited to get back on his bike for a long ride. He had on the leather vest with the word Zeitgeist embroidered onto it and I grimaced. "Thanks a lot for having us, Al. It's been a slice," Axel said, shaking my dad's hand firmly. "Looks like it's been a slice and a half for you," dad said, looking at me and then back at Axel who couldn't help the smile that cracked over his lips. "It was great to meet you, sir. You are a true fucking legend on and off the road." "You think I don't know that already? Now get outta here, kid. Next time you come back you better not be the recruit." Axel laughed nervously, "I hope not." Once they let go of each other's forearms my dad raised his hand to the rest of them. He then turned to Braun and grunted, "fuck, I need a beer already." Then it came time for Axel to say goodbye to me and I wasn't sure how to start it without sounding too soft. All of their goodbyes had been so hearty and casual but once he drew near I could feel many pairs of eyes on us. He didn't seem to care though and tipped my face up to look straight at him. An eruption of hoots and hollers sounded from all of the Sweet Demons and Axel flipped them the finger without glancing back at them. He whispered so nobody else could hear him but me. "I'm coming back for that pussy, okay? Every Thirteenth." "No you won't," I said under my breath. "You're going to find somebody else." "Believe me or not, I don't care." "I don't." "Good girl. Take good care of your dad for us." "Okay." "M'gonna miss you, Angel." "I know," I simpered. Axel took my hand and rose it to his lips. He gave me a kiss and winked before backing away, eyes glued to me before he turned on the balls of his green boots. I watched with my heart pounding hard in my chest as he walked down the driveway between the rows of bikes and swung one long leg over the seat of the Widow Maker after kicking up the stand. A sinfonietta of roaring engines flared and I watched it all with terror and regret. The morning sun glinted off of chrome and helmets but something was amiss. Most of them were ready to be off but Axel was staring down at the ignition in confusion. He looked up and I could see the panic in his eyes from the end of the driveway. "Hey!" He yelled over the bombastical growls of engines. "What the fuck! Max!" Nobody on their bikes could hear Axel but when Max looked over to see why he hadn't started moving yet it became obvious that something was wrong. Max took off his sunglasses and nodded towards Axel inquisitively. "My fucking engine! Fuck!" Axel yelled, tearing off his helmet and throwing it on the ground with a loud crack. Max signaled to everybody else to cut their engines and once they did Axel's cries of anger could be heard down the block. "What's going on?" Braun asked me and I simply shrugged. "Somethings seriously fucking wrong here!" Axel yelled. The lack of procession drew my dad back out of the garage, asking what the hold up was. "Looks like somethings wrong with Axel's bike," Braun said to him. "Woah! Hold on, what's the problem?" Dad asked as he went down the driveway as fast as his limp would allow him. "Fuck!" Axel yelled, punching the fuel tank and kicking the green crash bar on the back. "Hey! Hey! Don't fucking treat her that way man, relax!" Max admonished as he approached the scene. Axel yelled and circled the bike, checking everything that he possibly could before trying the ignition again. The engine gave a weak, whiny cry and sputtered out. I felt the blood in my veins turn white hot as his anger level rose and he began looking around. When I thought his eyes landed on me I nearly choked on my own tongue but I soon realized he was looking past me. "You!" Axel yelled, pointing his ringed finger. I whipped around and saw Braun behind me going paper white, eyes bugging out of his head as Axel approached. "You motherfucker! What the fuck did you do to my bike?" "What? Nothing! I didn't touch your fucking bike!" Braun yelled but he had no time to explain himself before Axel was at his throat. "You thrashed my fucking bike, didn't you! You gawky little piece of shit!" Axel screamed. Braun tried to rip Axel's hand from his throat but only managed to claw at it until Axel pushed him back. "Why the fuck would I touch your bike!?" "Why!? Oh, I don't know, maybe because you've been a cocky little shit since the moment I got here, that's why!" "Get fucked, buddy! I have no reason to sabotage your fucking bike. I want you the fuck out of here! Why the fuck would I touch it? Not my fault you rode in on a heaping pile of fucking garbage." Braun instantly regretted what he said once Axel wound back and punched him in the face. He staggered and clutched at his cheek for only a moment before launching towards Axel, blood running down from a deep cut made my one of Axel's rings. "Stop!" I yelled but by the time I could force the word from my mouth, Max was already trying to pull Axel away from Braun. "Axe! Stop!" Max bellowed. They were going at each other like a pair of angry, starved dogs. Bradley jumped off his bike and intervened as well, yelling at Braun to back away. The whole scene was writhing and suddenly Axel began to choke and gag, his cheeks inflating as he coughed. He dropped to his knees with his hands planted on the cement and lurched almost as though he were trying to cough up a hairball. "Get back! Everybody... Get the fuck back!" Max cried out. Braun staggered a few steps back, still holding his hand over his cheek where Axel had landed a devastating hit. Blood was dripping down his neck and was soon soaking into the collar of his white tank top. "Angel, get back," dad hooked his arm around my chest and pulled me away from Axel who was trying not to vomit on the ground. "Motherfucker! I'll kill you!" Braun yelled but when Max squared up and glared him down, he went quiet. Everybody surrounded Axel as he heaved violently. Black tar spilled from his mouth onto the driveway like engine oil but with a worse smell that stung my nostrils. I couldn't look away, especially when steam started to rise up in clouds from the dark puddle of bile. I gasped when the puddle started to bubble and fizz. "What the fuck?" Braun said lowly. "Get the fuck out of here Braun, now!" Dad yelled at Braun. "Go get that shit cleaned up. You too, Angel. Go in the house." "No!" I exclaimed. "Axel! Are you okay? What's going on?" He turned his head and looked up at me with sweat beading on his forehead, murky liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth and his eyes glowering like two pools of lava. "Listen to your dad and get the fuck away from me."

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[elkian]

whats up you memeloving fucks it’s time for more TLP

ch 20: Battle in Blaine

I feel I should point out that in Blastinus’ LP, this is one of the few -if not only- chapters where they had to do separate Plot and Gameplay posts.

I’d also like to mention that Writing is not Blazer’s strongest point.

This is legit part of the first opening lines:

“I assure you the information I have to tell you is important for you to know.” “Although I've already heard this, I feel I should be here to discuss it. This discussion affects all of us, after all.”

riveting

The first segment has, as I roughly estimated, around 1,000 words of dialogue. Then there’s a scene change to the antagonists. Then like four more scene changes. Keep in mind that this is all across dialogue boxes that can hold roughly two lines of 10 total words at a time.

tldr (can’t blame you): I skip the shit out of this part and go straight to play

The map is largely Wyvern Riders, Cavaliers, and Knights, with a few Wyvern Lords and Generals and a Physic Bishop too far removed from the meat of the map to really contribute.

Also, this. The Bloody Rifle is an upgrade to Blazer’s Rifle Bow, basically a Killer Longbow I guess? The problem is that, if you recall, no one in my army has any fucking Skill.

Blastinus’ helpful map. We left a word slog for a literal slog.

Here’s something neat: Halberdiers were introduced officially in FE9, meaning someone took the time to make this exceptionally nice class portrait. Their sprites are pretty obvious, especially in combat, but not bad - just not quite Intsys-like.

Hey, I just realized it skipped over 19x even though I have Rex in my party. Is my game just bugged?

The map is not kind to sword units, and I almost bring Shuuda, but there’s a buttload of Vuleraries and Elixirs for the stealin’

Our ultimate team. Remember Levion’s Dragon Axe way back in our first Kelik chapter? Yeah, it’s Mark’s now.

It says a lot that my Knight is more useful on this godawful slog that a Wyvern Rider is. Karina’s here to decide her benching or not.

this is Yue, almost certainly a Cardcaptor Sakura reference and also responsible for like a third of the 6,000-something words in the pre-chapter. He decides he needs to not only introduce himself fully but also explain why he is introducing himself. Not a great way to enter my good grace, bucko.

Howard, who we (barely) kicked the shit out of two chapters ago, only has two lines of dialogue before finally letting us fight. Also, considering how shitty my cavaliers not named Eduardo are, he’s probably gonna be a staple for a bit.

At the very least, I get a hyper-strong Paladin and an okay Shaman on a long, Wyvern-heavy map. They can make themselves useful, unlike, say, a level 1 shaman and an incredibly shitty Valkyrie on a desert map

Also this dude was in the starting village. (he has 7 Def and 4 Res, pretty okay for a level 8 Fighter.) He comes with a Dragon Axe (and C Support with Mark), too.

Zach hops into the Ballista

also here’s Yue’s stats

Lastly, he has this Amulet, which gives the holder +10 Hit/Avoid. Blastinus doesn’t think it’s worth taking up 20% of a unit’s inventory, but Blastinus isn’t completely Skill-screwed. Seriously, the Shaman has better Skill than like four or five of the units I’m fielding.

please note that if not for the Weapon Triangle, Ed would being doing as much damage with a Sword as these fools are with Lances (and have like +30 on their hit). I love Ed.

not entirely sure about that lime green lining on the bottom, but Yue’s sprite is pretty decent

So. Uh. If that second Wyvern had hit, Ed would be dead. -_-’’’’

this is the start of turn 2, and we’ve killed like two wyverns. You CANNOT rush this chapter - the Wyverns are just strong enough to overwhelm a unit if they pile on.

Kevin: Still awesome.

While everyone else is getting like 15-20 EXP from a kill, Rex is in the 40s. Not bad.

Mark gets our first level of the map, and it’s gorgeous.

does skill even matter when Ed can hit on a 68 but i have consistent misses on 80+?

I don’t think I really looked at Howard’s battle sprite before. It’s not bad, though part of the recolor on the horse’s tail is done wrong and looks off.

I piled like 3 units on this damn Paladin who kept dodging at 1 HP, but Yue, of all people, brings us home. (this is especially surprising because I stupidly sacrificed him trying to make a Nosferatu hit on the guy one loadstate ago)

Emma patches Karina up for a totally acceptable level.

good thing that was the last enemy in range

Anakin Motivates Zach to disappoint me.

Mark revisits his old friend Effective Damage.

So here is a fucking quandry. No one in range of this Wyvern Rider can OHKO them. Karina might be able to with the Killer lance, on a 75% hit chance, but if she fails she dies.

After some agonizing, she trades Zach for his Elixir (and to equip him with the Short Bow) and doesn’t attack. Everyone else in range can take a hit and most can counterattack, so worst case, they’ll go for Althares, who’s sitting at full HP on a fort (and wielding a Lancereaver).

I so want to do this but she would be murdered by all the upcoming enemies.

Howard is a great Panic Button for this mission - he’s not indestructible, but he can be alone for a turn or two without dying.

Oh Fuck(TM) 

fortunately, between Zach’s lightning Speed and the weight of a Steel Lance, he doubles in return, but this was an unpleasant surprise. I’m glad the Wyvern Rider I was worrying about flew off to heal before this.

Zach and Karina double-team the Wyvern Lord (who Zach can double even with a Steel Bow). Karina apparently fears the bench.

So here’s something fun:

Emma, at technically the same level, has more Defense than Howard., Hell, aside from HP/Con/Attack Stat (and, for some reason, luck), She’s better than him in every way. What the hell.

I was gonna Motivate Zach to retreat towards heals before remembering that Anakin could do that. His Magic is so high that just a Heal staff is enough, too.

This rude-ass motherfucker whacks Mark, so Mark procs a goddamn 26 (before True Hit!) to nearly murder him in response.

FUCK

We make this happen again.

but not this :(

rude

Acceptable

I know Ace is on Forest, but look at that hit rate! It’s hilarious!

A GOOD LEVEL

I was trying to soften the Cav up for Lirin but Mark decided to proc both hits for an okay level. He’s getting a lot of mileage on this map - and I have an Animate Seal (basically Master Seal for non-Lord-likes) but I know there’s an Ocean Seal coming up.

I wasn’t expecting Lirin to dodge, so this is already going better than my pre-loadstate (>>)

I’d complain, but Defense. On a Peg Knight.

We put Sai to the test, and he works out rather nicely, landing both adn dodging the counter. I’m ambivalent about his spritework.

I had to reload several times trying to push this segment before finally going the patient route.

Sweet Jesus, that was close.

Sai apparently lives to impress.

So glad i put her on Forest. Cia’s Speed is nearly as hilarious as Ace’s, so she’s a great dodge tank if you place her right.

Even moreso now. What a great level.

That’s adorable

Sadly Sai is not strong enough to one-shot a Wyvern, but give him time.

We all pile on to the Wyvern Rider, with Zach surprisingly hitting on the first Rifle shot to finish it.

We’ve been taking potshots at this Physic Bishop for a while - to the point that he ran off to drink vulneraries instead of use Physic for like three turns - and Inanna finally puts him out of his misery.

I’m glad later FE games thought that Falcoknights should get Staves and Wyvern Rides->Lords Axes->Axes and Lances, cause the whole Sword thing just seems silly to me.

Goddammit Zach

Emma patches Keving up for a nice level. Aside from her frankly terrible luck, Emma is basically untouchable.

hey hey! Ace and Ed can support again! Since Eduardo is only second to Kevin in my physical-units heart, this is fine.

Like so. Ace’s Avoid should only be 45 ((17x2)+11) with the weight of the Javelin, Eduardo’s ((11x2) +12) 34, so both of them are gett +15% Avoid at B-rank. Not to mention Hit, crit, and Dodge

Ow.

Why is this random Knight so fucking strong

I feed Yue the kill for an acceptable level.

Not bad! Love to see some speed, but I’ll take this.

...speaking of strong randos, this cav- which is one of the weakest enemy types in this map - is meeting Sai’s damage despite WTD

Lirin chips at ‘em for a pretty great level, though that Speed is scaring me.

also there was a Secret Shop right above the village, so Inanna’s going shopping

except we can’t afford the one thing I wanted. oh well.

Anakin throws some Motivation at Althares for a pretty great level. Keep on truckin up that Avoid, bro.

lol

oh.

Sai unexpectedly procs a crit for his first level. Not bad for a Fighter, especially since he hasn’t doubled anything on this map.

Karina pokes this (weirdly healthy) Soldier, careful to stay out of Bloody Rifle range.

So Sai can Support with Mark but Mark can’t do the same - I’m guessing that Talk options fall under this menu.

considering my options. That bow weighs in at a whopping 12, so the Sniper can’t actually double Kevin. They can, however, crit him exactly to death.

Ed’s faster but has lower Con and Def, but higher HP and Luck. But that Defense difference means a crit will also kill him.

My best bet is probably luring over the other nearby enemies, then swooping in with high-Move and Motivated units and trying to one-round the bastard.

A Cav was pestering Sai, so I tried to chip em down only for Zach to crit on the first Rifle shot. And apparently he’s realized his precarious position.

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So I went though.... a LOT of reloads before deciding that maybe I should actually act on that plan to draw out the Sniper’s buddies. They’re surrounded by Wyvern Lords with high-class gear, and I just kept losing Althares and Lirin to focus fire.

It’s kind of funny, because the object of my caution - the sniper with the Bloody Rifle - was NEVER the actual source of a game over.

It may be due to the support with Mark I just grabbed, but I like that Sai has a better hit chance despite the weapon types and WTD. He also dodges.

You know, I totally forgot about his Dragon Axe?

The fucker doubles Lirin with her Javelin disadvantage and misses twice. This particular Wyvern Lord was the source of at least four resets because they kept double-killing Lirin with that fucking sword. I don’t know whether to be pleased or pissed here.

Karina FINALLY proccing a Killer Lance crit almost soothes the pain of her getting no level.

oh, and also this. She has this now.

How did you MISS

Inanna cleans up for a- sigh.

Yue joins the miss club.

A big theme of this map is piling multiple units onto one enemy in order to kill them in one turn, lest they murder a weaker unit. Having such low Skill all around is part of the problem.

Lirin finishes this fucker off for a good level. Maybe now not everything on the map will double her.

So here’s Anakin’s base Avoid stats.

And here he is with the Amulet, in range of Ace, on Forest terrain.

In range of the Bloody Rifle Sniper.

This is the funniest fucking thing

How’s that 21-Damage 12-Crit working for ya

Ed didn’t ACTUALLY need to crit that Wyvern Lord, but he did anyways, because he’s awesome. I love you, Eduardo.

Ace finishes the Sniper for a pretty excellent level

Anakin gets hit on some amazingly low odds and decides it shouldn’t happen again.

can you imagine how sadlarious it would have been if that had hit

And now that it’s our turn again...

Aw yisssss. Look at those stat gains! 3 con! He can use Javelins without his ridiculous Speed going down.

A refreshed Sai brings down a Cav for a mediocre level. I’d like some Skill or Speed in the future, buddy.

good thing we fed Cia all those Robes way back when

you know, this is the second thing we’ve stolen with Althares all map? There’s just too many enemies and too little space to work him.

Zach somehow hits twice and finishes an enemy Halberdier. I wish I could show off the animations; they’re pretty good.

sure

Karina definitely fears the bench.

Sai gets what would be his second Hand Axe crit for... you know, I’m okay with this. He’s actually doubling people now.

Lirin chips at an enemy halberdier for this phenomenal level

Rex does the same, but better. Also, he has more Speed than the Peg Knight, at a lower level. We also grab his and Kevin’s C Rank Support.

Anakin Motivates Yue to actually do something useful, like get a good level. Goddamn.

Also, he still has more Skill than Ace

We’re finally down to the last enemies and the boss. The General has a Spear, and this Bishop actually has a tome, so we’re treading lightly STILL.

Sai borrows Mark’s Hammer.

aw sick

Sai is actually in the Bishop’s range, but not to worry - I park Lirin two spaces above him, blocking him off. Hilariously, Lirin (and Inanna) will only take 1 damage from that Bishop.

Said Bishop couldn’t even double Sai before this level. This Bishop is clearly a healbot.

Zach finishes the job for a decidedly defensive level. Not bad, but look at that fucking Skill! He has more Defense than Skill!

btw, here’s Lirin and Inanna’s stats.

If Lirin promoted right now, she would outdo her sister in everything except Speed and HP, and remember that we gave Inanna like 10 points in HP with stat boosters.

On the other hand, Lirin’s Speed and Con are so abysmal that I’m not sure I should be using her...

the boss, of course, hits like a fucking truck and has a unique 1-2 range weapon.

....and then Sai fucking OHKOs him with a Dragon Axe crit

I... yeah, okay.

Thank you, Sai, for putting this chapter to rest finally.

#elk text #4th #May #2017 #May 4th 2017 #Elk plays TLP #Elkian plays The Last Promise #fire emblem: the last promise

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Sylla Itrasium

Full Name: Sylla Nemita Xalenor Anvira Galatea Iridian Itrasium (Sil-ah Nem-eat-a Zall-e-nore Gala-taya Itr-as-e-yum)

Nick name(s): Sylla, My Lady, Princess Sylla, Goddesses Revenge 

Age: 20

Race: Demigod/ Sprite 

Height: 5′2″

Eye Color: Sparkling pink

Hair: Pale green, shoulder length, curly (like big perfect curls. Like a mix between Claudia in Interview With The Vampire and Shirley Temple) 

Abilities/Powers: Healing magic (somewhat limited: She can heal say a gash in your abdomen but she can’t put your arm back on if it’s cut off. She can fix a broken bone but not if it’s pulverized into dust.), expert in healing herbs and medicine, mild levitation (can’t fly but she can hover a couple feet off the ground and glide around like that)

Weapons:Throwing weapons (knives, daggers, throwing stars, hand axes, forks, if she can throw it she’ll probably use it), her own hand-to-hand skills

Job: Healer/Herbalist/Apothecary 

Personality: She’s a giggly and kinda goofy person, really hyper most of the time, kinda flighty and often forgets things, loves to fight, loves money and jewels and basically anything shiny, she is a truly terrifying force when in battle and is rarely defeated (having a goddess of war and battle for a mother will do that to ya), is insanely fun to party with and always brings the fun, fully embraces her femininity and will fight anyone who suggests that you can’t be feminine and a badass (will kick your ass wearing a frilly dress and pink armor), loves to dance (she dances places way more often then walks), is really easily annoyed by those she dislikes or considers to be fake or liars or just general boring douchebags, hates being treated like she is a delicate breakable flower made of glass or something (”I may have been born in satin and pearls motherfucker but I have no qualms going out in blood and armor, or better yet taking you out in blood and armor if you don’t back the fuck off.” for instance is something she yelled at a guy in  bar who said something like “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a dangerous place like this sweet heart? Come here, I’ll protect you.” before grabbing her around the waist, she also pulled a knife on him while she threatened him.), gets really lonely sometimes and misses her family and home even though she ran away and hated most of her life there, loves and hates her mom at the same time for many reasons (ditto for her father), if she cares about you she’ll do anything to protect you and keep you safe and happy, when she’s sad it’s awful and all-consuming and often it means she’ll just lay on her floor and cry alone for a while, loves to make people smile, obsessively polishes her bladed weapons until they shine because she says they look better that way, fidgets a lot (like constantly), eats so much food for such a tiny person (”Food is my one true love and nobody will ever keep us apart.”), really doesn’t care about religion in any way (”I’m half goddess guys...I’ve met gods and goddesses...honestly they’re just like normal people but somehow more annoying and petty. At this point I can never see gods as almighty badasses...not after the stupidity I’ve seen.”) but will respect yours as long as you don’t try to force it on her. 

Physical Description: Small with chubby little legs and big hips and a round face with a cute nose but not chubby tummy or arms, freckles everywhere, super long dark lashes and eyes that shine and twinkle and just make you happy to look into them (unless she’s mad at you or in battle in which case her eyes look like they’re full of fire and death and looking into them will strike fear into your heart), full lips usually painted pink and smiling, bouncy curly hair that she wears in two pony tails (or one high pony) when she needs to get things done or when she’s working or fighting but leaves down whenever she’s just chilling out or having fun (Her bedhead is the stuff of legends it’s so wild and crazy and she hates brushing through it so she usually gets another crew member to do it for her) and she usually has ribbons twisted and twined with the curls (pretty sure she keeps them in with some kind of magic), likes flowy frilly and feminine clothes in pastel colors usually (really likes pastel blue and purple a lot) and is also fond of short skirts and pants with pretty embroidery (especially of flowers or stars) all over them, wears a lot of capes and coats that flare out or sway and swirl when she moves,  has a whole flower garden in bright colors tattooed on her right arm (it’s an entire sleeve from shoulder blade to hand, it ends in big pale blue Gerber daisy in bloom on her palm. It’s full of weird and beautiful flowers and leaves and vines and it’s enchanted so certain flowers only open at certain times. The night-blooming flowers which are usually silver and gold and white are enchanted to glow faintly. There’s bees and lady bugs and one little butterfly that move and fly around the flowers.), has her armor all enchanted to be pretty colors (Nix is exhausted with weaving color magic into all her armor but she likes it when Sylla smiles and laughs and gets all joyful about it so she keeps doing it for her), always wears at least a thigh sheath with 4-6 throwing knives on her person (yes even when she sleeps), some of her weapons are even enchanted to be pretty colors (again Nix does it because it makes Sylla happy), paints her toenails and fingernails sparkly gold and silver most of the time, has scars on her thighs (she used to self-harm but she’s four years clean thanks to the help and support and love of the crew), dainty hands and feet, likes lace-up boots with little heels, likes corsets a lot, wear so much jewelry everywhere (fingers, toes, wrists, ankles, neck, ears, nose, lip, tongue, navel) and it’s a mix of silver and gold and gems and changes all the time (healing magic means she can pierce and heal over and over again and leave no scars)

Backstory: 

Sylla was born to King Aymon Arakian Itrasium of Silkhill and the goddess Mytia (Sprite Goddess of War, Wealth, Royalty, Healing, and Battle. She’s a force to be reckoned with and has very few children, god or demigod, due to her very high standards and dislike of my most people/gods. The children she does have are usually fierce warriors with excellent healing abilities, both in the medicinal/herbal/practical knowledge kind of way and the magical kind of way. Her children are also fond of shiny objects like gems or precious metals due to her being a goddess of wealth. Though she is a goddess of royalty her children are not always royal and she bears no favoritism to royals over non-royals in those she chooses as consorts or in general really. Her children are also born with sparkling eyes in strange colors which mirror her ever-changing gem-toned eyes.) How in the hell the King managed to seduce her nobody knows, he won’t speak of it and obviously nobody is asking the war goddess how the king got her into bed out of fear of her killing them. The King has quite a few children, about 13 in fact and Sylla was the eldest of them all and the only one to be born from a goddess, her siblings (four sets of twins, one set of triplets, and one single birth) were all born to the current Queen Vasica Klaimin-Itrasium of Puresummit whom the King married when Sylla was 4. Queen Vasica was not overly fond of Sylla, mainly because she wanted a child born of her to be the first in line for the throne, but unfortunately for her it’s a really bad idea to be rude or abusive to the child of a notoriously temperamental war goddess so the Queen was forced to be at least polite to Sylla or face the wrath of a pissed off Mytia. The Queen’s children on the other hand were not so smart nor so fearful and had no problem fucking with Sylla and making every day hell for her because they decided that they hated her for some unknown reason (it’s speculated that the Queen encouraged her children to torment Sylla in hopes of driving her mad or some other such problem but nobody can prove it). Though Sylla was a strong and resilient person and fought back often it’s rather hard to win against so many people attacking you at once, especially when every time she stood up for herself or fought back when they physically attacked her they would run and tell their parents that she had started it and so Sylla would be punished and reprimanded constantly. Her father didn’t believe her when she told him what her half-sibling were doing to her because honestly Sylla was pretty sure he hated her in a way because she reminded him of the fact that her mother ignored him and never visited with him after Sylla was born, and the fact that Mytia still visited Sylla didn’t help either. Of course Mytia was unable to help her daughter because she was bound by the rules set in place by the entire sprite god pantheon saying that a god cannot directly help their demigod children with their lives, they can provide advice or lessons or even gifts to help them along the way but they cannot directly influence their lives. So Mytia taught Sylla to fight, to use her healing magic, she taught her how to use herbs and the like to heal, she taught her how to be resilient, she taught her battle strategy and ways to sway almost every fight in her favor, she reminded her daughter that strength comes in many forms and that nobody was fit to judge her worth based on how she looked or who she was born to, and she bestowed many weapons upon Sylla and taught her how to use each one in the hopes of helping her daughter to be strong and happy. Even with her mothers support though Sylla fell into a dark depression and eventually began hurting herself and having panic attacks and not sleeping because her horrid siblings had even attacked her in her sleep on occasion. Sylla loved her father for the man he’d been before he’d met Vasica when he’d been supportive and affectionate, and she loved her mother for trying to help her when nobody else would, but she also hated them both for not being there for her as much as they should have been and for not protecting her as parents are supposed to. Sylla, though hated by her half-siblings and stepmother, was loved by her people and was hailed as the perfect Princess in many ways. Sylla was an expert in all thing etiquette and refined by the time she was 10, she was the perfect example of a highborn lady and she hated every second of it, she hated being trotted around like a prize pony for everyone to gawk at and judge as if she meant nothing beyond how pretty she looked in a dress, it’s not that she hated the fancy dresses and such (she actually quite liked frilly dresses), it was that she hated being judged solely on her appearance and not on her intelligence and strenght. So in her free time Sylla trained in fighting and she trained with her healing magic and she read and researched and trained with her medicine making and she enjoyed any time she could spend alone in blessed silence without anyone bothering her. For years Sylla dreamed of escaping her life and running off to anywhere else and being anybody else, and then that dream turned into a plan and finally that plan became a reality. At 16 she escaped the palace with a bag full of gold and jewels and a change of clothes and her weapons and armor from her mother and headed for the docks where she bartered passage on a foreign vessel to anywhere but Silkhill. Unfortunately the vessel was attacked by the pirates of the Dragon Song and Sylla was taken aboard their vessel because when they saw how much wealth she was holding the figured they could hold her for ransom. While sitting tied to a chair in the captains quarters Sylla was asked who she was and why she had so much damn treasure with her and why her armor and weapons were so exquisite and Sylla defiantly told them that she was the crown princess of Silkhill and of all Sprites...and after that she begged them to not return her to her father, she ended up having a panic attack in Glory’s office at the idea of going back to her home and after she explained why she ran Glory couldn’t just send this abused young girl back to where she was treated so deplorably, and in fact she offered her a position on her crew and voila! Sylla joined the crew of the Dragon Song, became a pirate, began to learn to love herself and to trust others, picked up the name Goddesses Revenge after people learned that she was a demigod, and with the help and support of her newfound family found the strength to fight against the urge to hurt herself (and she knows when the urge flares up that she can always go to one of her friends and they’ll support her and help her through it), and eventually she found that she was a bubbly and happy person once she was free to be herself. Mytia still visits her sometimes and gives her new weapons and sometimes interesting jewelry or armor. 

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