human
Shania Young
16th October, 2018
Brooklyn, New York
Exact Location: Medgar Evers College
15:28 PM EST
"I'm very disappointed in a lot of you. This exam was by far one of the easier ones. We went over each and every single answer to these. Particularly which king not only sponsored, butencouraged, the British to sail off and eventually land in what is now known as Jamestown. King. James. The. First!"
A frustrated hand slammed down hard on the wooden desk beside him. The figure in question was nineteen-year-old Shania Young's Advanced American History teacher. As much as she enjoyed him and his classes ... gestures like that were ones she could do without. Granted, she knew and understood it wasn't directed ather. Unfortunately, it had succeeded in making the young woman jump slightly.
"Thankfully," the instructor stated, "Thereweresome of you who proved you have been paying attention."
Even though he had omitted names, almost every head turned and looked back at Shania, who promptly covered her paper. They weren't wrong, and a few noted the red "100" in the upper right corner of her test.
"Of fucking course," one of the students sneered, "Go figure the fucking red skin would know that kind of shit."
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't youdareforget you're inmyclass! I'm not tolerating you to speak to anyone in such a manner!"
"Of course you'd protect Lil Miss Shania. She's your perfect pet, after all."
Crimson began to paint her face as she lowered her head, biting firmly on her lower lip to restrain herself. By now, the instructor's face was already beginning to turn red also; but instead of being fueled by embarrassment, it was rage. "If you wanna be able to successfully pull off the 'high and mighty' kind of mindset with me, step one would be not half-assing your exams like most of you have been doing. Now .... really. Last I checked, I was supposed to be teaching eighteen to nineteen year old young adults, not brats ten years younger. Act your damn ages."
Right as three thirty rolled around, the bell rang, but not before the teacher quickly rose a hand.
"Nu-uh.Idismiss you all, not the bell. Sit down .... all of you. The sooner you write your homework down, the quicker you can leave for the day." To help prove his point, he stayed silent. Anyone who attempted to move to the lone door leading out of the classroom would have it blocked by their own professor. Finally, the rebellious attempts and attitudes ceased after a good minute and a half of protesting.
"There. Now ...everyonewill have to do this, regardless of how well or poorly they did. So you can debunk that foolish theory that I have 'favorites' here. I expect an essay onwhythe founding of Jamestown was so significant. It must be a minimum of five pages."
A chorus of groans rang out, but the instructor refused to change his mind.
"Considering Ishouldmake it ten with how many of you failed this exam, be glad I'm offeringsomelenience. These essays are due next on Monday the twenty-second. No excuses. That's almost a whole week to get this done.Nowyou all are dismissed."
Everyone practically ran out, looking and acting as if they'd just gotten a physical beating rather than being assigned something relatively simple like a paper. Shania was, as almost always, one of the last pupils to leave. Before she exited, a hand gently fell atop her shoulders.
"I'm sorry for their behavior. Pay them no heed, though. It's not your fault you actually care. In fact ... I respect and appreciate that you come here and give me your complete and undivided attention."
A weak smile crossed Shania's face as she bowed her head politely, "Oh, it's ... no problem. Really, it isn't. History's always been one of my favorite classes. We often forget our roots. It's a bit of a shame."
"Indeed, it is. And that's why I take the 'tough love' approach with everyone. Try to, anyway. What's the point of me teaching any of this if no one's going to take this seriously? At least I have you and a few others giving me hope. Anyway ... enjoy the rest of your Tuesday. Know that no matter what they try to say, you'll have my support."
"Thank you, Mister Thompson. That really does mean a lot to me."
Offering her teacher one final bow of her head, she turned and exited the doors of Medgar Evers College, beginning the slow and steady walk back to her efficiency. Thankfully, no one had been waiting for her like Shania half-expected. Good. She didn't want trouble, for one. But more importantly - point number two - she actually had a decent idea on how to begin with her history assignment. And even if it wasn't due for six days, she wanted to get a head start on it. This way, she could focus and knock out her other tasks that needed to be done.
16th October, 2018
Brooklyn, New York
Exact Location: A small efficiency on Church Ave.
18:02 PM EST
The walk had taken twenty minutes, mainly due to traffic. It was always hell, and that - sadly - applied to just about every part of New York. But as someone who had been born and raised in Brooklyn, she couldn't help but notice it seemed to especially beworsehere than any other area.
Whatever the case, she had managed to get three of the five pages typed up. She was stuck, but not because she didn't know the answers. Rather, Shania was at the point where she was close to almost sounding as if she would repeat herself. So, she was backtracking, seeing if there had been any pieces that she may have missed and could expand upon. Light-brown orbs scanned her laptop screen, hoping to find something .... anything.
Maybe this is where you take a break?
The abrupt ringing from her cell phone seemed to agree. Once again, the poor Iroquois jumped, shaking her head at herself and taking a slight breath. Then ... she rose her eyebrow. That ... was an unfamiliar number. Well ... she could tell them they got the wrong number, if push came to shove.
"Hello?"
"Yes, is this Shania Young?"
"It is. May I ask who this is?"
"Of course, though it won't bring me any pleasure to tell you. This is the Brooklyn Police. We're calling because your brother is in our custody."
Her head fell against the back of her seat, a defeated sigh passing her lips. Her left hand rose, lightly rubbing her forehead. "W-What'd he do? It's nothing serious ... is it?"
"Not to the degrees you may be worrying about, but in their own rights, yes. A DUI and Disorderly Conduct."
Shania slowly nodded, weakly groaning. And then .... a thought dawned on her. "Wait .... did he call me already and I just missed it somehow?"
"No, no. He has been ... less than cooperative since we arrested him. We only just got to a point where he's been somewhat civil with us, so we're making the call on his behalf."
"How much? Thereisa price to bail him out, right?"
"Afraid so, yes. Five-hundred."
Shania groaned again, face palming as the amount echoed in her ears. For a bit, it seemed like she was going to hang up and refuse to get her own brother out. But after at least a minute or two of silence, she spoke up, "Okay ... okay. It's gonna be a bit, but I can come up with the money. A bit as in several hours, give or take."
"Alright, Miss Young. Again, I truly am sorry. Have a good rest of the day."
Her eyes rolled as she hit the "End" button, crossing her arms in frustration over her chest. "Damnit, Emrie .... " Shania muttered, exhaling deeply as another breath passed her lips. "That's basically all of my rent money, you bastard!"
Still, there was one saving grace, and it was in the fact he was safe. He hadn't gotten killed or otherwise hurt. Despite his most recent choices being horrible ones, Emrie and Shania had been pretty close.
Another reason this had upset her; she'd hoped thatmaybethis year could be the one where he could get away from his ... less-than-pleasant 'friends'. But going off that call, it was fair to assume he hadn't yet done that much.
Well .... you're not gonna get the money by just sitting around.
A slight grimace appeared as she picked her phone back up again.
"Oh, Shania! Hey girl, it's been a while!"
"Heh, yeah. I suppose it has. Umm .... listen. Is there ... ??"
"Say no more! Even if we were busy as all hell, there'salwaysroom for you to come over and work for the evening."
"Great. It's kinda a family emergency, so I really need it tonight."
"I can hear it in your voice. Don't worry, sweetie; just come on over and work your magic like you always did. I'll see about giving a good word so you can get more generous tips."
"Thanks, Jessica. I appreciate this."
Now that her plans for the night had been adjusted, Shania was quickly working on adapting to them. She hastily grabbed her wallet, car keys, and looked over herself. Thankfully, her 'side job' had more than enough outfits, so she could go in what she was wearing now and change upon arriving.
Am I missing anything?
Her eyes found the cell phone still in her hands and pocketed it away. After double, triple, and even quadruple checking to ensure she had everything, Shania briskly left her small efficiency. Were anyone else around, they would have heard the door slam. To say Shania was upset would be an understatement; truthfully, she was a bitpissed. Just as she'd hoped for positive changes to come to her brother, there were certain things she'd wanted to avoid for the rest of her own life. Doingthiswas one.
But for one evening, she could tolerate breaking her own promise. Shewouldmake it worth the time, effort, and energy that would be put in. And she would have no qualms relaying how much work she'd put in for her only sibling once Emrie got picked up.
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Emrie Young15th October, 2018
Brooklyn, New York
Exact Location: Owl's head Park
23:45 PM EST
at this point Emrie had lost track of exactly how many drinks, shots, cans, and bottles he had consumed, he was pretty sure it was around the amount of too much, but for some odd reason he didn't exactly have a care. The night had started out pretty standard for his usual monday, going to a job he hated, and working his shift, but after his shift he had gotten a text from one of his mates that the crew was getting together. From there it had been a bunch of bad decisions one after another. From hitting up every bar in Brooklyn that they could find till they got kicked out of it, too driving around town on their bikes, and now through a public park.
The rev of the motor engine still sent a thrill through Emrie's body as he felt the Yamaha surge under him. The wheel kicked up a trail of dirt and mud, smoke rose from the rubber as he burned the grass, drawing in the dirt doing a semie circle that finished of his 'masterpiece' his half signed name. It would take a gardener a few weeks to put it right.
It was around that point that he heard the siren of a cop car, he turned to his friends, and one word was spoken between them. Drive. The six of them had each burst into a different direction, and Emirie had been the unlucky one, spikes had been laid down closest to the exit he had run for, and before he knew what was going on, his tires were shredded.
He was dragged into the cop car, all the while telling the police to go fuck themselves, among other things. The line 'get off my property you fucks' may have been screamed a few times. As he had been cuffed, his head smacked against the hood of the police car, he screamed about how this was against his rights.
The cops reminded him gently that he had the right to remain silent.
"I'll wave that right in your face like I waved my dick in front of your wife. Yah fucking pigs can't get it up!"
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18th October, 2018
Brooklyn, New York
Exact Location: Drunk Tank
13:08 PM EST
Sleep had been rough, but easy, the bed was a touch itchy, and there had been no sheets, when he had finally woken up he had found a toilet in his room, which was very useful. He had no real memory of what had happened the night before, but he certainly knew what he had ate, and drank. Green mush apparently if the toilet was anything to be believed. His stomach contents emptied, and then emptied further.
He heaved and vomited until he had nothing left in his stomach contents, and that had been the early morning. When he had finally started his interrogation he had the record read back to him, all the things he had said after the meranda rights had been read. Considering his case was more about a DUI, and disorderly conduct, and his raving headache he hadn't really needed a public defender to come all the way down here.
This was not his first time in this situation.
The lack of any and all coffee, had however not helped him. He had eventually gotten some water after asking, and now he was thinking over his options.
If he had them call his mates they would get taken in on the same offenses that he was, calling mom or dad was strictly forbidden, he refused on principal to go crawling to them for help.
He had left home because he had wanted to be a free spirit, a decision he had regretted almost as soon as he had slammed the door with a backpack of his things.
He had stayed in contact with his sister, but over the last year he had fallen in further with his gang of friends. He had done things that were far more directly illegal than just a dui, and he was glad that he wasn't on trial for any of that. Theft, and breaking and entering into a few really old buildings, tresspassing, the usual teenage delinquency.
Still the ticking of the clock was making his skull scream in agony, every second felt like agony.
This was a wake up call, he couldn't keep at this, he needed to make a change. He needed to get help.
But mom and dad were forbidden, he would not go crawling back to them.
His sister than was the only option. He wrote out her number, handed it to the cops. "Shania Young, she's my emergency contact, call her, she will post my bail."
and I will be in her debt for a long time. She was his younger sister but between the two of them, it was clear who the responsible one was.
human
Shania Young
16th October, 2018
Brooklyn, New York
Exact Location: Brooklyn Police Precinct, Drunk Tank Area
23:47 PM EST
As Shania parked herFord Expeditionoutside the address she'd gotten prior to leaving the strip club, the Iroquois had to think what was more unbelievable; that she found herself atthisplace, or where she'd just left. Neither were locations that she had really envisioned herself being. And although it was true that she wasn't here becauseshehad fucked up, knowing why didn't make it completely better for herself.
Her fingers tapped against the steering wheel; for the briefest of moments, she seriously contemplated pulling out of the parking lot and leaving. Giving Emrie a silent but powerful message; get yourself sobered up and out of this goddamn mess yourself.
No. In the end, she opened her door and went inside. Not just because it was for her brother, but it'd make all the effort she'd put over the past five hours go to waste. Shania was definitelynotgoing to be so foolish as to pretend those five hours hadn't actually happened. Granted, there was no evidence on her body in any form or fashion to give away what she'd done. The most of a clue would be the lingering scent of cigarettes; but anyone who knew her would also know it just meant she'd been around people who indulged in cancer sticks, not came from herself.
As such, she was clad in the same clothes she'd worn before entering the strip club, a comfortablejeans and top combination, with boots replacing her usual choice of sneakers. Her heels clicked as she stepped down swiftly on the concrete, not bothering to hide her annoyance at being here, nor forgettingwhyshe'd come at such an ungodly hour.
Well, maybe not ungodly. But definitely unorthodox.
Thankfully, the fact it was approaching near midnight helped Shania out a bit. There weren't nearly as many cops, and the ones that were still around seemed ... professional. Thereweresome perverted ones, of course. But just like the traffic, this seemed worse in Brooklyn than any other area of New York; but then again, maybe that was a really weird, biased opinion Shania had formed over the years.
"Evening, ma'am. What can I do for you?"
Wordlessly, Shania reached back and pulled the money out, slapping it gently down on the desk. Only afterwards did she speak up, "Emrie Young ... this is for his bail so he can come home. I'mprayinghe hasn't had access nor asked anyone to smuggle any liquor to him?"
"Your assumption would be correct. He's only had water around. Whether he's asked or requested any is another story." The officer thumbed through, nodding in satisfaction as he counted exactly five-hundred in a combination of twenties, tens, a few fives, some fifties, and even one Benjamin.
"Very well. Do you want to wait here, Miss Young? It's recommended; however, since you're family, exceptions can be made. I will need to make one quick search before letting you in." As Shania rolled her eyes, he quickly added, "Standard procedure, miss. I'm sorry."
"No, no .... you're right. It's just .... been a long night and ... I kinda feel like I got that search done already, but .... "
Shania nodded, slowly taking a deep breath whilst closing her eyes.
"Go on. Because ... I do wanna come back with you."
"Very well. Either lean against the wall or desk and stay put, please."
Shania silently planted her hands firmly down on the front desk, leaning forward and parting her legs far enough to allow the cop a decent enough pat search. It was ... just enough, though she felt fairly certain there were a few very close gropes snuck in. Maybe that was from allowing people to freely touch her over the past five hours. Either way, Shania didn't expect to immediately get rid of feeling really sleazy, not even with the most thorough shower. It'd definitely take time to get rid of all the 'dirty' still lingering on her.
"Okay. You're good. You can take your possessions and come with me."
Naturally, he'd only found her car keys, wallet, and cell phone. Some spare money inside the wallet, her license, the usual stuff. Nothing to warrant that Shania was somehow attempting anything shady, though.
The click-clacking of her heels resumed once again, this time loudly echoing in the halls. And from the way they were impacting the floor, it was pretty easy to tell she was making that type of noise on purpose.
If you haven't sobered up yet, too fucking bad. I'm gonna make you, Emrie!
She was remaining mostly civil for now. But if anyone took a moment to peek at the expression on her face, they would note a very sour look adorning Shania's face. No efforts to hide her disappointment or anger were being made, and likely weren't gonna happen anytime soon.
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Emrie Young
16th October, 2018
Brooklyn, New York
Exact Location: Brooklyn Police Precinct, Drunk Tank Area
23:47 PM EST
Emrie had spent the last few hours sleeping, throwing up, drinking water, and rethinking all of his life choices. Questions like where did he go wrong? Why were his friends all complete assholes, and of course what came next? He had no cellphone, he smelled awful, no shower in the tank. No sheets or matress either, his back was sore he was sleeping on a raised slab. He felt better, the water had helped with the headache, but he had gone almost a full day at this point without eating. He was half wondering if she would even come get him.
"Emrie Young Your bail has been posted, please stand up, and proceed to the front of your cell." His headache had abated, but even so he winced when he heard the door unlocking. He stood up dusted himself as best he could, and walked out into the hallway. "Upfront." The guard called, having Emrie and Shania walk ahead of him.
Emrie looked to his sister, and gave her a bit of a sheepish look, he didn't really have much to say at this point. He kinda wished she hadn't come to see him get out of the tank, the fact that he hadn't showered yet meant he stank to high hell, and didn't want to get close to her to spare the details, however he did catch the smell of cigurette smoke on her. "Thank you."
Emrie didn't know what else to say about that, walking out to the front his items were handed back to him. "In addition to your bail being posted, do you remember the terms of your plea bargan?"
"yes, but you have to remind anyway." Emrie said with a roll of his eyes.
"Emrie Young, this is your second alcohol related offense, the first time you were let off with a warning, this time you caused damage to public property under the cost of 10,000 dollars." Emrie rubbed his arm and looked at the ground, feeling like a child as his notes were read off in front of his sister. "Further more during your arrest you resisted an officer. In order to avoid jail time you have agreed to six months probation, during which you will attend weekly sponsored AA meetings, and 600 hours of community service which you will perform by cleaning state parks. Your liscence has been suspended, and your bike is impounded, If you comply with your probation these items will be returned to you, do you understand?"
Emrie rolled his eyes, he did not have a drinking problem, it was only a problem if he ran out. He scratched the back of his neck feeling bad, but knowing once they got out of this building it was gonna get so much worse as he looked to Shania. "Yes." His voice was more embarrassed than anything else when it came down to it.
finally with his effects returned to him, he got out into the cold night air, and looked towards his sister. He didn't really know what to say to her at the moment. "I'm sorry." He said softly, he could smell the smoke on her, he knew she had quit that club a while back, after all he had been a frequent costumer of the place, it being the best tit club in brooklyn.
Still, he knew she had disliked the place, and quit, so the smoke smell meant she had to pick out a shift to bail his ass out of the fire. "I'll pay you back." He said softly, not sure how he was gonna do that, his phone had a text on it from his boss, well as of that text ex boss. Apparently he had been locked in the tank during a work day, and this was his 8th missed shift in the past 2 months.
"Once I find a job." He said softly under his breath. Rock... bottom. "Um... I'm currently a touch homeless as well." He had been crashing at a friends place, and with all that just happened he did not want to go back there.
"Can I impose on you for a bit more?"
human
Shania Young
16th October, 2018
Brooklyn, New York
Exact Location: Brooklyn Police Precinct, Drunk Tank Area
23:54 PM EST
It wasn't that Shania ignored Emrie when she finally found herself standing across from her brother. The better wording, rather, was ... whatcouldshe say? Right at that moment, nothing came to her. No greeting, most definitely. No curse words - not yet, at least. Not at the risk of getting her own self in trouble somehow. All she knew was he looked horrible ... and smelled as bad.
"You're getting in a shower when we return."
The words were snippy, if not a tad bit hasty. But they were spoken very clearly, implying she wasn't leaving room for him to argue with her about that. Overall, Shania wasn't usually a demanding woman, nor student. Right now though? She figured it was a more than fair enough exception to make.
"Sir, can that ... ??"
But Shania stopped, already having a feeling that - unfortunately - the reading of Emrie's terms couldnotwait. So ... she forced herself to patiently hear the cop out. Try to, anyway. The truth was, Shania was exhausted and actually very hungry. She hadn't had a full meal since lunch. Snacks had been earned and gotten during her breaks, but they were very ... small, all things considered. Not because the staff was mean or anything; Shania had just been on a huge adrenaline rush in order to come up with the money and focused more on, as Jess had said, 'working her magic' than her own appetite.
However, even Emrie would note her eyebrows raising upon hearing the words '600 hours of community service'.
Maybe a few hundred, sure. But six?
She'd definitely see about contacting someone to see if that could be lowered. But not now. Later .... like a few days or so later.
Right as the cop completed his reading, Shania turned on her boots and exited. Her right arm rose, pushing down on the unlock button, and causing the headlights of her Expedition to flash a few times to signal the SUV was able to be entered.
"Yes, actually you can. Not because of pity or some other petty reason."
Shania turned, looking sternly into Emrie's eyes.
"I thought youpromisedyou were done with those fuckers! Do you notcareabout me?! Or mom and dad, even? You could havedied! Even though - for some unholy reason - drunk drivers tend to survive over the sober ones they hit, theycandie. Does that matter to you? Did it never fucking cross your mind?!"
Tears quickly streamed down Shania's face, her hands gripping tightly onto the steering wheel.
"You're coming back with me for one major reason. Okay ... two. It'll be one way to know for sure those assholes can't find or bother you. But two ... you're still family. And luckily for you, as furious as I am, I'm hungry. Wanna ... grab McDonald's or something before getting home? I don't feel like cooking. I'm serious though; get in a shower when we get to my place. I don't care if it's before or after you eat ... but you are doing that. Is that clear?!"
Finally, Shania felt confident enough to turn the keys in the ignition and start the car up. She drove away, at the very least. Not yet to any specific place, but definitely to ensure the cops couldn't try to accuse her of loitering or doing something stupid in an attempt to getherin legal trouble.
" ... Ireallyhope this will be the last time in a while we see each other on less-than-pleasant terms. Putting that aside .... I really am glad you're safe, Emrie. Also kinda wish we would speak more than just once a year."
The last line was mumbled, but still audible to her brother. Shania latched lightly onto her lower lip, finally rolling the windows down a bit, allowing some of the October breeze to flow inside and gently blow her raven black locks slightly. It also served another purpose ... one that she didn't need to remind or pester the hell out of her brother about.
Hopefully not, anyway.
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Emrie Young
16th October, 2018
Brooklyn, New York
Exact Location: McDonalds Drive through
24:12 PM EST
Shania made Emrie shrink in his seat if the day could feel any worse it somehow was watching his little sister cry over him was a bit shocking. Mostly cause it was another cold slap on just how bad his actions were, another quick wake up call that was getting him to try and get his act together. He let out a sigh and looked out the window for a moment trying not to look at her while she gave him a talking too about drunk driving.
Of course there was nothing he could really say to her that mattered in that regard he had done it, and he couldn't change the fact. He could thank his stars that he had survived it, especially on a motorbike. He could point out he hadn't really gotten on the street, but that wasn't entirely true, he remembered racing some of the other idiots he had for friends that day.
He rubbed his head for a moment feeling his hand was cold which was refreshing against the pounding of his head. He was starved, but he didn't really want anything greasy, his stomach probably wouldn't be able to handle much heavy food. "I think I'm done drinking." He said softly. He looked back at shania as she started the car and the two started to drive.
"Yes I would like food please."
Stopping at the drivethrue Emrie ordered the McChicken, and a large fries, with a drink. He shrugged his shoulders slightly, wishing that he could have at least paid for the meal, but his wallet was empty, the only thing in it, were his ID, a couple of unchecked lotto tickets, and mothballs. Finances tended to drip through his hands like water with no account of savings. "I've..." He didn't want to make excuses for himself, he had to take full responsibility for what he did.
"Cutting you guys out was wrong of me, but please don't call mom and dad yet, I... I want to try and make things better I really do, but I can't face them yet." He had basically spat in their parents face by leaving, he had been openly hostile, and he knew they would accept him back the moment he went to them, and that was exactly why he felt like he couldn't. He felt like an idiot after all he had done, and some tears did escape his eyes. "Listen... I fucked up, but I'm going to stick to this." He said softly under his breath. "I promise I am going to do better than this." He felt the guilt about not seeing her more often and nodded. "And part of that... means that I'm going to stay closer to you."
"So have you started working at the club again?" He asked curiously though his voice was quiet cause he knew it was a sensitive topic. Partly so he could ask the follow up. "Do you think they need a line cook?"
the place had a grill, and some shit food, he knew for a fact that there were kitchen staff, and he had experience working in a kitchen. He didn't really care that it was a tit bar, he was going to just need a job.
He stared at the floor once they had the food, and sighed, he had rolled down the window to help blow fresh air on him.
10th September, 2018
New York City, New York
Exact Location: Shania's Home
24:32 PM EST
Getting into the place, he had one priority, and he didn't even wait till he was in the bathroom to start taking off his clothing, his shirt was ripped off with abandon the moment he got into the door, the thing reeked and his skin was glad to be rid of it. "Do you mind if I toss my clothing in the washer?"
He didn't actually ask, he knew it would be needed so he did it, stripping himself entirely, and tossing it in the washer, standing in the hall with a towel wrapped him just to keep the illusion of decency, that was if she was looking at him at all.
Sweat glistened from his body, he was sickly, his eyes slightly hollowed, and he had shivers and chills running down his spine, that caused him pain. Drunk Driving may not have been his only cause of death, considering it was more than a full day since his bender he was starting to wonder if he had been close to dying of alcohol poisoning. Stepping into her bathroom, he dropped the towel and started to run a very hot shower.
Instantly as the water started to run over his body he was more comfortable, the water ran over him helping to heat his core, raising his temp, the steam helped to clear his head, of the last of the pain, and after having spent all that time on a hard bench his sore back finally had a chance to stretch out and feel better. Scrubbing himself clean with the same array of flowery scents that his sister used was good too. The herbal scents of flowers she used made his hair at least smell nice, even if his wasn't as long as hers.
His shower, had run a touch long, water dripped from his muscles, and as he looked himself over in the mirror his eyes had more life to them, he wasn't cold anymore, sick maybe, but it would fade when he woke up tomorrow. He checked over his face, no bruises that was good. He looked and felt better than when he had gone in.
Wrapping himself in his sisters bathrobe he walked out of the bathroom turning on the washer so that he would eventually have clothing to wear again.
He could use the last of his savings to buy some stuff, but for right now unless he went back to Tony's all he really had was the clothing on his back. Which meant right now under the bathrobe, he was completely naked.
Walking to the kitchen he sat down to enjoy the meal he had been given.
human
Shania Young
"You better be," Shania bitterly replied. "I'm still a few years too young to drink, so no alcohol of any kind is in my place, anyway. Another reason I'm perfectly fine allowing you to stay with me."
For a bit, she had almost felt like continuing her lecture, but at this point? It'd be mindless - or at least redundant - ranting. From what she'd seen so far, Emrie had seemed to get the hint that she wasveryupset with him. More than that, though, he actually looked like he was truly feeling horrible about his choices.
Not that he'd had a problem lying or anything. But now ... it was like watching someone have an epipheny and realize justhowmuch they'd fucked up. Good. Heneededa wake-up call, and truthfully? If the scolding hadn't done it, resorting to a low blow was really close on Shania's To-Do List.
The drive would remain mostly quiet. Shania only talked to give her order, getting a Big Mac meal and upgraded to large. She didn't typically eat out, but ... shereallyhadn't been kidding when she hinted not being in the mood to cook. Besides, Shania very seldom had 'cheat' days. If she couldn't be overdue for one that had a more positive incentive behind it .... well, Shania would take what she could get, she supposed. It wouldn't be her proudest day, but .... she'd live.
As would Emrie.
"Only for the evening, but --- "
And then ... Shania damn well did a double take. Thankfully, she at least waited to do so at the safest possible place; a red light. "Wait a fucking second ... how do you know aboutthatplace? Are you ... did you watch me and I never saw you?!"
Her head plopped against the rest as she let out a long, very heavy sigh.
" ... It wasn't just because I worked there, was it? Well ... scratch that. I guess ... it kinda doesn't matter huh?"
Finally, a weak smile crossed her face. "Anyway, yes. They are still looking to hire anyone for pretty much any job. Congrats. Now, it seems we each have something we don't want mom and dad to know. So ... I'll trust you to talk to them when you're ready and ... I guess I'll do the same. If and when needed." She shrugged casually. "That's basically a side, and very emergency-heavy job. I only go back when things like tonight come up. I don't otherwise head to the club."
By the time the siblings got to Shania's home, it was well past midnight. Almost one in the morning, in fact. Shania took her food plus any trash that would have been left over inside. The trash was tossed away. Her head turned in time to see Emrie already half-nude, the sight causing a new hue of red to paint her face.
"Nope, go for it. In fact, that was --- h-hey! Emrie, what are you ... ??"
Shania gawked, though only for about ten seconds before quickly turning her head as her brother literally started stripping almost immediately after stepping foot into her residence. Her head shook as she watched her elder brother walk away, being cautious not to have her gaze turn into a full-fledged stare.
After her brother got out of her sight, Shania exited the living room, going and picking her late dinner up. She began to head to her room, though not before placing her shoes near the front door, and even locking it. Though the walk was actually brief, it felt much longer ... likely due to how exhausting her day had been. But finally, she entered her own room, eliciting a sigh of relief as she found the familiar white walls.
If this were a permanent house, the walls would be a different color. Alas, she had avoided painting the place in case she ended up getting something more long-term. Besides, it'd save whomever may or may not move in here the extra trouble ... or so she figured.
To make up for this, however, her walls were littered with posters and art of various Disney princesses. On top of her wardrobe dressers and just about every surface were trinkets of various forms and fashions. From glass figurines to a few pieces of jewelry out in plain sight. There was even aglass roseclearly inspired and 'from' theBeauty and the Beastfilm.
Despite being nineteen, Shania could act a whole decade her age. In some ways, she was a child at heart, and it was easiest to see when it came to Disney. Her love for the franchise had never faded; though ... ithadbecome somewhat bittersweet after certain 'decisions' were made. Like taking over certain shows, particularlyStar Wars. It just ... was one of those things Shania wouldneveragree with.
Her head moved from side to side, dismissing the mental debate that almost started as she instead focused on what was in front of her eyes now; her laptop. More specifically, the essay she'd began to work on before getting the phone call to see about picking her brother up.
An annoyed sigh passed her lips. She couldn't recall for the life of her where she was going. With that revelation, Shania saved what she had and turned her head, hearing the water turn off. The young Iroquois gave a low whistle to indicate where she was, turning so she was facing her bedroom door, and dug her hand inside. She took the burger out, opened it, and carefully began to eat.
Just like she wasn't in the mood to eat, the same applied to heeding most her usual rules. Including eating at the more typical place, the dining room. After finishing up and having a brief talk .... there was a very, very high crash that poor Shania was gong to quickly pass out. And truthfully? She figured - hoped, anyway - the same would apply to Emrie.
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Emrie Young
"Yep entirely because my little sister worked there, and I wanted to watch her shake and dance." Emrie rolled his eyes at the notion that he had only known about the club because she worked there. "I'm older than you by five years, I'd been going to that club for three before you started working there."
That said it wasn't like he had averted his eyes when she had taken the stage. He had been shocked of course. Who wouldn't have been if their little sister was suddenly on stage doing a dance and taking off their clothing, but it had confirmed one major thing. Both of them were adults, capable of making their own life choices. He had never really judged her, it was a job after all.
And the assurance that they were hiring for anything and everything made him relax. Working behind the kitchen of a bar was at least something. Fixing up burgers and shit wings was far far better than staying on the street doing nothing, and working evenings meant that it wouldn't interfere with his Paroll stuff, as that was usually mornings and afternoons.
She explained that it was more just an emergency thing that she kept her foot in the door so that if things like this came up she would be okay. Turns out his sister was a lot smarter than he was. "I've never kept up a savings account, another thing i need to change." All of his money had flowed through his hands and usually left him with nothing to keep for himself.
when they got home silence had fallen around the time Emrie had started stripping, to be honest he just didn't want to be in clothing that smelled like complete shit anymore.
and after his shower, the only thing that protected any semblence of decency, if Emrie had that at all, was his bathrobe. With the washer starting up, it looked like he wasn't going to be getting any kind of clothing that would fit him for a while.
after he had finished clothing he looked at Shania. "Do you have like an Ex's shirt or anything that would fit me? maybe some shorts?"
The amount of clothing he had left at his ex's over the years could probably equate to an entire persons wardrobe. He also assumed Shania was single because there were no signs of a male living here at all, there had only been one towel on the rack (hers,) one toothbrush at the sink, anywhere a person would have expected to find a second item for a couple he had found only one.
The exception was a guest bed, which was properly made, and clearly hadn't been used for a long time. "Thank you again, for letting me stay." He said softly.
Tomorrow he was gonna have to try and either get some of his shit back from the guys, or figure out a way to afford new clothing.
Either that or he could borrow his sisters stuff, but something told him that if her jeans looked tight on her they wouldn't exactly fit him.
"I know you don't really have a reason to trust me at this point, that I've depended on you, and probably broken more promises than i've kept, but... I want to do better than this. I don't want to make you cry again, so I'm gonna try and do better." He moved in and kissed his sisters forehead before waving her good night, and retreating to the guest bed. Looking around the room for a moment.
He pulled out the cellphone, looking it over, and swiped a quick text to a contact. 'Hey asshole, just got out of prison, thx no thx, I'm dropping by tomorrow and getting my shit.'
He then turned off his cellphone and put it on the desk. letting out a heavy sigh. some part of him wanted to call those assholes up, and even go out with them again, he knew they would be up, probably out partying without him. It was pointless to want to be with them, he would only end up making worse choices with them around.
He needed to cut them out of his life.
But gods he wanted a drink.
Did he have a drinking problem?
He let the robe fall of him, his toned body reflecting in the full length mirror on the back of the door, he looked himself over for a moment. He had a few bruises, a cuts and scars, but all in all his tanned brown body, didn't seem in so bad shape. he watched his muscles flex for a moment or two, before stepping towards the bed and falling onto it. The soft sheets were so much more welcoming than the hard slat he had slept on the night before.
It was times like this he really wished he had his PS2, he would be grabbing that tomorrow. His small collections of games was one of the things he had managed to keep with him at all times. He eventually grabbed his phone, and just had it play a familiarsongthe melencolic tune played softly as he started to drift off to sleep. Reminding him that things didn't always end up so bad. he could improve this situation.
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" ... An ex?"
Shania quickly covered her mouth, fighting the urge to choke or bust out laughing. A few chuckles, however, did escape. Her head quickly moved from side to side, her right index finger raising. After helping down the Big Mac with some of her Coke, she started explaining, albeit while still laughing softly.
"Who do you think you're talking to, huh? Me? Have an ex? That's a hilarious thought. I ... no. I umm ... haven't found anyone worth dating. And the ones that looked like I could maybe take a chance? They've ended up proving to be racist pricks."
A disappointed expression crossed her lips as Shania's empty hand lightly traced over the tattoos on her face. They had been what she got upon hitting eighteen. It was more or less a modernized version of a rites of passage. Her parents personally ensured she got the tattoos done by another Iroquois who was skilled in using a needle. It'd hurt, of course, but Shania, her parents, and Emrie had watched the process with great pride.
The pain had been very well worth enduring, as were the end results.
"You'd hope after .... ohhh .... several hundred years, that the Caucasians would have learnedsomecommon decency towards us. Guessthatis too much to ask for."
Another sigh passed her lips as she snuck a glance towards the rose. That was another reason she had never let go of her love for the movies; if she couldn't have a happy ending - or at least relationship - it lifted her heart to see other women have better fortune. Granted, she was a bit envious. But there was more joy than jealousy whenever she watched any Disney film. Or, in the rare cases where no one hooked up with one another, a mix of sympathy and sorrow.
"I ummm .... lemme see. I may have at least something, though."
Setting her cheeseburger down in its box, she stood up and knelt beside the lowest dresser. After a bit of rummaging, she tossed over a pair of sweatpants.
"It's not much, but they stretch out, so they should fit and be comfortable. My shorts or ... anything else, really, would be far too tight for you."
Taking a break from the burger, Shania changed her target, now grabbing and devouring some of the fries. Her head tilted curiously as she heard her brother seem confused on why she was helping out. "Didn't I make that obvious?" she asked after swallowing the food. "You're family. You'd do this if roles were reversed ... wouldn't you? You'd help me out, even if it meant bailing me with money earned from a strip club?"
Not that there weren't other reasons. But right at that moment? None of them mattered nearly as much.
When Emrie walked forward and gave her forehead a kiss, she gently wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in a hug. "Your recent choices and actions may have been stupid, but it doesn't change you're my brother. I love you, damnit. And that's exactly why I got so frustrated with you. You can do so much better, too. Way more than those jerks you've been seeing and speaking with. They're toxic ... so I really, truly hope you're dead serious about getting them out of your life. They don't deserve you."
Second chances had been drilled into them both pretty firmly by their parents. Even if Emrie was technically right that she didn't have to trust him, she was at least going to offer him an attempt to redeem himself first.
"I'm gonna finish eating then go to sleep. I hope you have a good rest."
Sure enough, a bit over twelve minutes later, Shania would toss her trash away. She looked down at herself .... and decided to do her own shower and change in the morning. She wastired, even more so with the adrenaline finally dying down. Wordlessly, Shania turned any remaining lights off in the efficiency, finally doing so to her own room last. After deftly but gently pulling a hair tie out, allowing her hair to come undone from its ponytail, Shania took a few minutes to gently brush it out.
And when that was done?
She promptly collapsed on her bed, almost instantaneously lulled into a peaceful sleep.
It would likely be a few hours before a figure would begin to form in front of Emrie's eyes. Maybe it was the soundtrack he'd listened to. Whatever the case, he would very easily recognize theyoung womansoon standing mere paces away from him.
"We need you. You and your sister. Emrie ... please help us."
Yuna kept her staff held firmly in her right hand, stretching her left out.
"Come with me. Someone should be speaking with your sister now while I'm communicating with you."
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Emrie Young
Oddly the thought that She hadn't seen anyone worth dating was kinda relaxing. He found her amusement at the suggestion kinda aleviating. He knew his sister was an adult woman, heck he had watched her 'work' and yet the idea that his sister hadn't been able to find anyone worth her time was a bit sad. She was a beautiful woman, and it was a shame that no one else really seemed to notice that.
Her comment about the white people being indecent made him laugh. While Emrie did have a tattoo of his own marking, and did acknowledge his own membership of the Oneida tribe, he had grown up watching T.V. Playing games, and living outside of the reserve, their parents had made that choice a long time ago. Simply put the time of the haudenosaunee was another era, and one that he was certain he would have found uncomfortable. That didn't mean he didn't enjoy the stories, and history, just that he was a bit more realistic. "White-man gave us electricity so they can't be all bad." He said in a more joking tone.
She tossed him a pair of sweat pants which he folded in his arms he would use them tomorrow. He smiled at her, and when she asked if he would have done the same for her, he nodded. "I would do anything to see you safe and at home." He said softly. He nodded. "I love you too."
He would live better to try and hold up that end of the bargan and protect his little sister.
Sleep did come eventually if a touch uneasily, and when it did he saw a very familiar figure to him. She outstretched her hand towards him, and mentioned his sister, he was immediately more confused.
"I haven't had this dream since I was like...2007? and you usually had a lot less clothing." He said softly thinking to himself. He was looking at her with avid curiosity, moving closer, ignoring the hand, and even reaching out to touch her dress, lifting it slightly, but mostly he was feeling the texture of the silk, for a dream this was exquisitely detailed. He didn't even think he remembered the dress he was holding and the fact that it had flower print. "Huh, the motion in the videos always made me think they were stars."
"Also sister's notusuallyinvolved." Then again she had just baled him out of prison, and worked at a strip club, his mind could wander to that side occasionally. "And this is a very detailed dream... you know I always preferred this look for you, they tried a lot of different costumes in ten-two, but it never worked for me... and neither did Pain that fem-squall reject had enough edges, Rikku was nice looking, but every time I saw her little alarm bells would go off in my head telling me she was jail bait. I guess there is Lulu, but her taste in men was awful. Don't get me started on Wakka."
"You on the other hand, the height of elegance and beauty. A martyr for the people, kind and beautiful... I had a lot of dreams about you. I wanted too do a lot of things to you m'lady." He looked up at Yuna, a soft smile on his face, that was slowly turning red out of embarrassment. "This is a touch too detailed to be a dream isn't it?"
~~~
As Shania slept she would be greeted by afigurenot quite human, and not alltogether dog. It had horns, and fur, a slightly wet nose, familiar in all respects to her, encluding the gallant clothing. He tried to bow, but it was clumsy, unpracticed something he had clearly either not done in a long time.
"Greetings Shania, I don't have long." The beasts voice was gruff, a low snarl to it. "Forces of evil are gathering, that none alone could deal with, but you and your brother are the key to this. Someone he is familiar with will talk to him, as it seems I was the one closest to your heart, which is why we can talk now."
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"Hmph. I guess they did do a few things that helped us out."
Shania quietly mulled on her brother's nods, flashing a knowing smirk as she slowly nodded. "Okay ... yeah. You got me there. I may not use electricity for the exact same things as you, but ... I do need it all the same."
Those had been the very last words that Shania distinctly recalled telling Emrie. And now .... she found herself in the weirdest dream possible. And yet ... it felt so real. In fact, the closer she got to Beast, the more realistic it felt as opposed to fake. But everything he was saying ... that meant thishadto be a dream, right?
There was very likely a look plastered on poor Shania's face. One of shock, awe, confusion, and even bewilderment.
Her head shook ... wondering if that would help her wake up. Nope, but ... it did confirm at least one thing. She was havingsomesort of ... vision? Dream? Something, that was for damn sure.
"I .... o-okay, wait a minute. Let me get this all straight. Forces of evil are gathering ... in your world? No one can handle them; yet me and Emrie could? Why? How? I mean ... look at me. Beast, I'm no fighter like my ancestors probably were. And even if that wasn't true, I have no weapon. No nothing. Are you really sure you found the right person?"
Her teeth briefly gripped onto her lower lip before Shania added, "When you say 'evil forces', do you even know what - or whom exactly - it includes? Are we talking about Gaston? Someone else completely? Or ... is that an unknown factor?"
Shania gently shook her head, "I'm not trying to sound like I distrust you. But just ... thisiskinda hard to believe upon first hearing."
Please believe me. I'm really not trying to bullshit you or anything, she inwardly added, ensuring her eyes remained locked onto the Beast's.
Excuse me?" Yuna replied, clearly taken aback at the rather abrupt answer. Despite not hearing all of the details of his other dreams, the mere implication she hadlessclothes was more than enough for the summoner to get brief enough ideas. They made her own face flush ... before she quickly shook her head.
"I-I'm serious. Listen, I can understand this probably feels really weird to you. But the last thing you're experiencing is a .... ahh!"
Before her dress could be pulled up too high, Yuna's instincts kicked in. Without much of a second thought, she smacked Emrie's hand, blushing a bit more.
"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. But please, I'm imploring for you to stop and pay attention. More to my words than my appearance. Please ... "
Yuna waited for Emrie to heed her, slowly yet patiently pacing back and forth. When the first cue was given - be it a simple nod or hearing a response, she offered him a gentle smile and continued.
"There we go. Now ... I don't have long. But I can say this much; there's far more than simply my world in peril. Midgard, Luca in particular, and many other foreign names. Ones that while I myself don't recognize, many of us have found allies from the other individuals in these places. We've tried banding together ... and in some regards, our efforts have worked. But not permanently. This is where you and Shania come in. I know this is complicated, very much so. But you two have the only powers that can saveanyof us and help set things correctly."
Yuna's head whipped around, as if she heard or sensed something, before glancing back over towards Emrie.
"I'm using a considerable amount of my mana while laying low from Seymour. This will all be much easier to relay to the two of you when you both arrive. Please, hurry!"
This time, Yuna reached over and grabbed onto one of Emrie's arms. When nothing happened, a slight frown appeared on Yuna's face.
"I'm probably using too much," she mused to herself, slowly nodding. "Okay. Then keep focusing, because what I'm about to ask is especially important. The moment you wake up, you and your sister need to stand in front of a mirror. Be sure you're both ready. Just .... concentrate. Whether it's thinking of me, something else that makes you happy ... donotlose your focus. You should arrive, though I can't say where exactly, unfortunately. Teleportation is fickle like that."
A mingled whimper and gasp would be the last thing he'd hear before Yuna disappeared as quickly as she came into view.
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Emrie Young
The slap got his attention, that didn't happen in his dreams, and the reality of everything was sinking in, this was confusing as fuck. Yuna was telling him that there was something he could do that none of the others could? Midgar, and other planes of reality. He rubbed his cheek for a moment. "No, no I deserved that."
He hadn't realized he had been talking to a real woman, and not some fictious summon of his imagination. the instructions were so very awkward, he and his sister needed to get in front of a mirror, and think happy thoughts? this sounded like pixie fairy dust nonsense. Not the usual type of magic in an FF game.
"Wait Seymour is involved in this? What the hell, how many times do you have to kill a guy before he stays dead?" He shook his head disregarding the many, far too many boss fights. "and what exactly am I supposed to do about any of this if you and the others can't handle it?" It seemed there was no time to explain the magic energy used to sustain the dream faded as quickly as it had come, and he found himself waking up.
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"I don't know all the details!" The loud outburst from beast was born of frustration and his short temper. She was asking too many questions. "Listen, I don't know the why or how, you and your brother are important. A power chose you, and it's taken us a long time to find you both anyway!"
"We do know that it has to be you, and Emrie." He said sternly with a huff. "As for if Gaston is involved, no he is only a mortal." He shook his head. "No, I don't know all their names, but among them are a powerful enchantress, one whom commands the very powers of hell, and all aligned under a king of the dead."
"Bell would have been better at explaining this." He muttered then looked around for a moment. His head tilting as if hearing some instructions from another person.
"When you wake up, go to the mirror with your brother, think of happy thoughts, and." He paused for a moment. "That will bring you into our worlds, we aren't sure where, but know that many are out there. The people are in danger, from my castle to neverland. Make sure to hold hands so that you aren't seperated. and... look for the north star? What does that even mean!"
Beast let out a frustrated sigh, before he too vanished back into the dark, leaving Shania to wake up.
~~~
Blinking softly Emrie sat up in bed, and stretched out, his clothing was in the washer last night it would need to be moved to the dryer, than he could go... get his shit.
the dream... it hadn't really been a dream though and he wasn't sure what was going on. He sat up in bed, confused, his hand went over his head for a moment, no headache, and a far more comfortable sleep, he could get used to living here.
He stretched out, looking at himself he glanced over his body, he didn't really feel like he had slept much, he still felt tired, his body hadn't even come with his usual morning wood. instead his cock was flacid, as if he hadn't just touched Yuna.
the thing that sold it was when he blinked for a moment, and felt his face hurt. His hand went to the side of his face where a bruise had formed over night. "What the fuck..."
Clothing could wait, He crossed the house in a handful of strides, and opened the door to Shania's room. "Hey sis, I just had the weirdest fucking dream!"
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Shania hastily nodded, her hands raising and staying beside her head. "Sorry," she sheepishly replied, her palms slowly lowering after at least a good minute or so had went by. Unfortunately, the more Beast spoke, themorebewildered Shania felt as opposed to less. Shetriedto pay attention, though. It sounded important ... no matter how odd or amiss. Beast was many things. Harsh, yeah. Short-tempered? Definitely, as evidenced.
But a liar?
Nope. Never. So ... even if this all sounded incredibly crazy to a degree of insanity ... there was no reason not to believe him.
Buuuut with all due respect, are you sure you're the closest to my heart?
It was true that a lot of her most expensive things were from the film he starred in. But if Shania was going by her very first Disney movie she'd fallen in love with, that would beThe Little Mermaid. Her personal favorite, however, wasPocahontas. Probably a cliche answer ... but she didn't care about that.
We? Wait, who is we?
A slight fear of incurring Beast's full wrath kept her from asking. Still, from what he was describing, Hades was definitely one of the people he was talking of. A powerful sorceress ... Maleficent?
But ... why? What would they all gain? Hell, how had they banded together?
There were more questions coming to her head than answers.
"Huh? Neverland's ... in trouble?"
That made Shania swallow nervously. What about Peter Pan though? God, something reallywaswrong.
"I .... okay, okay. I get it ... your instructions, anyway." Of course, looking for the North Star in a mirror wastechnicallyimpossible. But disregarding that one part, she wasn't simply saying the words to falsely reassure Beast. "Where are you going?!"
As Beast disappeared, Shania woke up with a start, panting quickly. Shivers trailed through her entire body as she held herself, even pulling some of the covers up over her to warm her up. Her head lowered as she dwelled on everything that had been relayed to her.
I'm so scared now .... can I really just do this?
Before she could try to figure that answer out, Emrie walked in. Very much nude, which made Shania shut her eyes. "Gods, brother, do you mind?! I'm sure you're used to not worrying about being barged in on, but --- "
However, when he began to state he had his own dream, her original thoughts moved to the back of the proverbial line.
"You had one too? Beast visited me. So .... whomever visited you ... did they say something about a mirror? I know this is crazy, but I think what we just saw and heard? That's real. So we need to try this. But before that,youneed to get dressed. Even if only partially."
Damn, that was what I forgot before falling asleep; putting the clothes in the dryer. They were likely done by the time you finished eating and whatnot. Shit.
Which meant unless her brother was fine wearing likely semi-wet clothes ... he'd probably go to wherever they'd end up half-nude. But honestly, as long as it was with something on, Shania could handle that.
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Beast? It took him a few moments because that wasn't a name he was directly familiar with until he looked at her desk, and the glass rose. Disney? Yuna had mentioned that there was more than just her worlds at stake, but this seemed kinda weird. Oddly he could believe an RPG world getting out of hand a lot easier than an old fairy tail turned disney original.
He blinked when his sister told him to go get dressed he regarded himself, but didn't show any embarassement. "Sorry I've been living the last few years in a very small house with four other guys, you get used too a lack of privacy at some point." He said with a soft shrug, and left her room. this had to be crazy right?
The fact that he was willing to humor this was odd even to him. But either they would stand in front of a mirror and save a couple of worlds, or they would look like idiots and go back to sleep, no harm no foul really. He grabbed the sweat pants she had handed him last night. "Yuna from final fantasy ten." He rubbed his hand for a moment looking at the slight bruise from when she had slapped him.
"I don't think I made a very good first impression." Attempting to remove someones dress was never a good first impression not to mention the fact that he had talked down about all her guardians. If they found her he would need apologize to her. "But she was as cute as I remember."
Still she had invaded his dream, sure he had very little decency but there was rules, you couldn't just invade someones mind and expect that to be okay.
With pants back on he walked back to Shania's room. "Okay, I'm wearing pants... Should we do this right away or get some coffee first?" Oddly he got the impression that the danger was immediate.
He grabbed his cellphone, and looked at the time. "Hopefully this whole saving the world thing doesn't take too long, I'd hate to end up a wanted criminal because I missed the parole meeting." He sighed and would follow Shania to a mirror. The question of why them? why a drunk, and a history major?
He sighed softly. "I guess I'm with you, this whole thing is kinda goofy, but I'm in."
~~~
Hades & Dr Facilier
Facilier was curled up on the floor, a moment ago, he had been in a much worse, his friends having turned on him had spent what felt like an eternity devising a million little tortures for him, and now he was on a cold stone floor, he looked around for a moment, and unsure what was going on. It was the first time he felt like he could breath in a long time which sent him into a ravenous coughing fit, and he slowly collected himself, his eyes started to work again, his hands had flesh on them, he quickly pat himself down to find that he was fine.
"What is it with you Mortals, you have one little brush with death, and suddenly you're all concerned about with your body parts being in the right place." Facilier looked up towards the voice, and saw a man, grey ashen skin, and blue fire spouting from where hair should have been. Calling him a man was not exactly fair to the creature.
"Who."
"Hades, god of the dead, wealth, and the underworld, oldest of the Olympians." He said extending a hand, Facilier was hesitant to take it. "Course if you would rather go back to dealing with your friends."
That sold the man, and he took Hades hand, whom helped him stand up. "Listen it's a lot of bargening to get to this point, I'm dealing with a lot, right now, whole master plan thing, So I don't really have time to explain everything I got like 12 other meetings today. So I wanna cut you a deal."
"I got you your body back, got you living, and breathing, and if you wanna stay that way I need you to do a couple of jobs for me." Hades moved around to a table in the center of the room showing it off along with the stone pieces. Facilier nodded.
"What's the job friend, I am of course always a servant of the damned." He said with a small bow. Hades waved his attention off and rolled his eyes.
"Listen for now I just need you to help me eleminate a couple people, little shards of light that would get in the way of a plan." He looked at the board for a moment. "See, I'm tired of being down here, when me and my brothers devided up the place, Zues picked the heavens, Poseidon got the oceans, and I got stuck down here, it's not done well for my complection, but there are kingdoms out there, places where my brothers don't have all the power, and I want them. Help me get them, and I'll cut you in on a piece of my kingdoms wealth... I mean god of money I got more of the stuff than i can spend."
As if to prove his point he pulled out some american green, and lit it up turning the stuff to ash. "Like I said it's just burning away with me, but you and your friends, well I can sponsor you to be sure."
Facilier was at the mans full attention. he smiled. "Well, then my friend I say that's a deal, who do you need me to get rid of."
"Oh I think you will enjoy this first one." He held out his hand a stone piece appearing in his hand a small effigy of a frog. "Get rid of her, and this time do it right."
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Fair enough, I suppose, Shania admitted. Not aloud though, mainly because it would just give Emrie an excuse to tease her back. It didn't happen too often, but there had been some nights Shania fell asleep with nothing at all on or simply a bathrobe. Then there were even a smaller handful of days where sheremainedthat way. All because of the same reason. She lived alone. And if anyone ever came to visit, they always gave more than enough of a notice so that Shania could be presentable in time.
When she heard whom had shown up to Emrie, Shania merely smiled.
"Lady Yuna, huh?"
The two siblings had often talked with one another about their particular fandoms they loved. This included bringing up names of characters and even towns in hopes of converting the other so they could both love the other franchise respectively. It only worked to certain extents. Never fully. However, Emrie did succeed in embedding the name of the Summoner perfectly into Shania's head.
Her eyes widened, however, when he hinted he'd actually tried something pretty dumb and perverted with Yuna.
"Geez, what's wrong with you?! You don't just try to randomly strip people either."
Despite shaking her head, a ghost of a smirk formed. And should Emrie think he'd imagined things, he'd hear no doubt one of the most bold statements uttered from his own sister. "But ... I can't blame you too much, I suppose. She is beautiful. I love her eyes especially. Still ... if we ever find her again, none of that. Alright?"
Hmm ... so Final Fantasy is also in trouble?
That was what it was sounding like, anyway. Whatever the case, this also appeared to be not only a legit plea the two had heard, but a very urgent one.
"I have a feeling we'll get quite the wake-up call upon arriving. We won't likely need caffeine much, if at all."
Slowly, Shania stood up, walking with her brother in front of a small mirror adorning her wardrobe closet. She quietly interlaced her fingers with Emrie's, remembering the advice that this was needed.
"To avoid getting split up," she muttered. It was probably - hopefully - obvious. Just in case not, though ... she didn't want to confuse him. They were already going into something that was baffling enough as it was.
"We can't really see the North Star here, so ... I guess just look straight ahead or something?"
One last deep breath would pass her lips before a sudden, very bright light flashed in front of their eyes. Shania lifted her empty arm up to shield her vision, wincing as her eyes briefly stung.
As her arm lowered, she could feel a breeze gently caressing her skin and clothes. Shania's sight adjusted ... and as it did, her mouth fell agape. Her heart leaped and stopped almost simultaneously as they found themselves atop a very familiar cliff. A grin adorned her face as she peeked down and found yet another tell-tale feature that only seemed to strengthen where they were. A very recognizable waterfall pouring into a lake below the cliff.
"No way! Oh .. my ... god. I ... I can't believe it. Emrie, we're .... "
She turned excitedly, looking straight at her brother.
"We're in Jamestown!"
The happy features disappeared, replaced by that same sense of urgency and worry. "And yet ... I can better feel and see what Beast meant. It feels .... off. Pocahontas wasn't already here, which would mean we appeared ... sometime after the beginning of the movie. So ... I'd imagine John and the others have probably landed by now."
Even with the logic Shania was using to reassure herself, it didn't completely work. There was still a nagging sensation that something was wrong. Very much so.
"Come, let's see if we can find John Smith, Nakoma, Grandmother Willow, the Chief, or Pocahontas herself. Anyone who can confirm or deny what we heard for sure."
A sly grin spread over her face as she turned, looking as if she were fine with the idea of walking. After taking three steps away from the ledge though, Shania swiftly pivoted ... and jumped off. Taking the high dive and landing rather gracefully in the cool, crisp water. Her head resurfaced as she waved from below.
"Come on in! The water's really good! Sorry, not sorry!"
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Emrie Young
"Her fault, you don't just invade a young man's dreams okay? that's where we put the actual fantasies." Emrie knew it had been wrong after the fact, but the start of it had just been a very convincing dream after all, it was difficult for him to imagine any situation in which invading someones mind wouldn't lead to learning a bit too much about that person's wanton desires, so it really was Yuna's fault for that.
He sighed this seemed so dumb. She said that if they met Yuna he had to be better behaved and he laughed at that remark. "I know I made a bad first impression, if we find her again I will have to do a better job of limiting myself, I think I may have traumatized the poor girl."
Then again she was a summoner, she had seen far worse things than either of them had ever seen. He walked to the mirror, when his isster grabbed onto him, he nodded. "If this doesn't work I'm going back to bed, and we never speak of this again." Seriously without dropping acid or any other mind altering substance this was too weird. Yet he already had a sinking feeling that this would just work.
Think happy thoughts, well that was easy enough. He was holding Shania's hand and whenever that was the case he felt a lot stronger for some reason. Then the light hit them, it was blinding and he had to block it out with his other arm.
he was blinking for a moment when he saw what was around them, his visions still having spots for a moment as he started to work it out. He heard Shania talk about this being James town, and he paused for a moment.
"Uhm, that doesn't really bode for us does it? I mean don't get me wrong we are immune to the smallpox, but this time frame and movie don't exactly favor the savages from what I remember." He tried to make light of this completely insane situation he was standing in.
He looked down at his cellphone checking it over, no signal, and the internal clock wasn't moving, he couldn't access apps, the thing was basically bricked. "Of course, this is like a hundred years before the first cell tower is invented."
He looked between the two of them. "How can you tell that we are in a movie." He paused to look over the vibrant water color of the world around them, the grass trees, and everything around them being much more lush with life. The world screamed both warm and inviting, and yet unrealistic in just how colorful it all was. "Oh... Okay than, but I don't sing."
He followed his sister, he didn't recognize the landmarks at all, didn't know how to navigate, and was stuck wearing only pants, the ground tickled his feet, and instantly he regretted the choice of not taking the soggy clothing in the washer. Or even getting fully dressed. "We are woefully unequipped for this."
He watched his sister jump off the cliff and into the water, he looked at her for a moment like she was insane, now he really regretted his choice of not getting the wet clothes from the laundry since even these pants would be soaked through, and they barely held back any information as it was. He was too much of a coward to dive, instead taking a step back, and leaping to do a cannon ball.
"And just like that, our clothing is soaked. It feels like there was zero point to getting dressed." He said as he started to tread water. Following after her.
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Shania Young
Shania waited for her brother to splash beside her. His previous questions had been heard ... she just didn't want to keep raising her voice to talk with him. Besides, they weren't supposed to be here. It'd probably be a dangerous thing; to raise her voice and risk allowing anyone else to hear her. As she began to swim towards the shore, her head moved from side to side.
"I don't know for sure if we're in the movie. However ... if - like you said -Final Fantasyworlds are also in trouble, it makes sense we're in the movie."
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "I very highly doubt we time traveled back and are in the real world version, but ... all more the reason to find someone else. It'll help confirm which guess is right."
If only because Shania felt like she knew the movie much better, that was easily her preference.
"Ohhh, don't worry. Everything between the Natives and English came to a halt, remember? Fighting stopped. In the worst case scenario, we need to be cautious on whom we speak to. But this isn't the absolute worst place we could have ended up in. We'll be fine. I promise."
A smile appeared as finally, the two siblings arrived on the shore. Shania grunted slightly as she pulled herself out of the water. While walking, her feet seemingly guided by an invisible guide, she rose her hands and began squeezing any excess water out of her hair.
" ... We both knew that, though. But hey, on the off-chance these dreams we had turn out to be completely accurate? I'm sure we'll figuresomethingout. 'Chosen ones' don't typically get selected then forced to fight with no way to defend themselves, after all."
Wow, don't you sound crazy?
Perhaps. But honestly .... hope was helping her from panicking. And that, in turn, was keeping them from having died mere minutes ago, or even right after appearing in Jamestown.
Emrie and Shania would walk for about ten more minutes. Right before even Shania was considering suggesting taking a break, she recognized the area they were walking towards. Another body of water - likely a pond due to how small it had been compared to the lake - surrounded by numerous vines was nearby.
"Oh thank god! Grandmother Willow! She can shed some light on this!"
Shania ran forward, noting - but simultaneously ignoring - that some of the leaves on the vines looked ... darker in color than they should be. It wouldn't be until she moved the vines aside that her eyes widened and mouth fell agape.
"W-What? No ... "
The massive tree had beenburned. The vines, it seemed, were some of the very few parts of what used to be Grandmother Willow that remained. Otherwise, every other leaf, the roots ... every inch of the two-hundred plus year old tree was completely gone and turned into ash. Shania's head shook slowly from side to side, her body now beginning to tremble and shake. "This ... can't be! This never even happened! Why?! Who?! I just .... "
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Emrie Young
"I don't it's been like eight years since I watched any of these movies." He admitted, but he had to agree there was some logic, if they had been chosen for this task they couldn't exactly be left high and dry. As they dried off, he sighed his track pants now soggy and uncomfortable he would have rather taken them off but decided to to just let them cling to his skin. His shorter hair was easier to brush the water out of, but he was now following Shania.
looking around he had only faint memories of ignoring his sister as she watched this movie time and time again. He had watched it with her the first 3 times, but by viewing six hundred when she could qoute every word of the film he was usually doing anything else. Now however he was kinda wishing that he was more familiar with the movie cause he had to walk the path along with her.
He was too used to the modern world, the ground hurt his feet as he walked, while his sister seemed much less bothered. He shivered feeling cold despite the fact that it was a warm mid afternoon, He was starting to think that this may have been a mistake following the advice of characters from fantasy, even so he followed his sister with nothing really to say on the matter she knew this place, and he already felt hopelessly lost.
When they found the willow tree, he blinked for a moment. The damage that had been done to it, he moved around the base of the tree for a moment. Looking at the burns on the ground. The grass was covered in ash, but under it all was green. He had seen a hand full of fires before, even started one in his kitchen by accident when he had been learning to cook.
This didn't look natural to him. "The trunk, and tree are burned away, but the grass is green right up to the stump." He said softly.
Looking over it moving through it, he gave his hand on his sisters shoulder, trying to comfort her, while at the same time trying to make sense of it. "And this willow was old, it's bark was thick, old trees don't burn easily." He didn't want to focus on the fact that the tree had been living in more than the way a tree normally would be. He could imagine that would give it a lot more... resistance to things like fire.
"I'm pretty sure this fire wasn't natural." He said softly, nothing else was burnt, none of the other trees just this one. It kinda reminded him of Mustangs ability from FMA, or.. "firiga?"
Before his mind could go too far into it, there was the sound of ruffling, and a young man standing over the hill with a musket in hand. The youngred headhad something odd about him, his hands trembled slightly and he drew his weapon towards the pair of siblings. Emrie could kind of recognize the guy, but couldn't put a name to the face. He could however see the immediate danger.
The man didn't speak, raising his gun to level on the two, and Emrie was already grabbing his sister to pull her behind him as the man fired, and the bullet went wide. "Run!"
This time he didn't really have an objective, it was just to hightail it away from this point, to get a move on, and put distance between the two of them, and the white man with a gun. "I thought you said there was a ceasing of hostilities! he seems pretty hostile!"
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
"I just .... "
That was as far as poor Shania could begin to speak, let alone comprehend. She was equally confused and heartbroken. Her head weakly moved from side to side as she nervously gulped.
"O ... Okay. The fact we found where Grandmother Willowshouldbe does mean we're in the movie - or at least that same setting. Still though ... "
Her head continued to shake, with her body following suit.
"This wasn't ... this was never supposed to happen. Who ... ?? There was literally nothing to gain from doing this. I ... "
Shania stopped, her head tilting as she began examining the fire and how it was spread. More specifically, exactly what Emrie was pointing out. Whomever was behind this had made sure toonlyburn the trunk as well as Grandmother Willow herself. "But then ... you'd have to be able to freely manipulate fire in order to do that. Yeah .... yeah, I don't think this was natural either."
In fact, the more Shania examined the remains, the more certain she felt that her sibling was correct.
"The rest of the forest - or a good chunk of it, anyway - would have burned down also. Yet ... this was a very precise, single target fire."
Her eyebrow rose upon hearing the word 'Firaga'.
"You think one of the villains from your games did this?" Her head tilted again as she looked at the tree, "I ... suppose. They would be perfectly capable of that sort of magic. But ... "
That was when Emrie yanked her away. She stumbled forward, looking up in a mix of shock and annoyance. The sound of a musket firing, however, helped her understandwhyhe'd acted that way. Her head turned, but Shania didn't dare stop running.
"Thomas, wait! We're not here to fight you!"
Shania yelped as another bullet whizzed by, barely avoiding nicking her shoulder.
" ... The fighting halted at the end. So .... I would say we're in the middle of the film, but .... I don't know if that's even true. With what we saw regarding Grandmother Willow, we're just ... in the same location as the movie. But someone is preventing certain things from happening, or somehow ruining the canon storyline. That's what it's seeming like, anyway."
Meanwhile, another Native American's head quickly lifted as thebang!echoed throughout her homeland. It was a bit embarrassing to admit, but the truth was Pocahontas had been - to put it bluntly - in a 'funk'. Grandmother Willow wasn't the only person dead. So were her father, Kekata, Nakoma, and even Kocoum.
John Smith, though alive and well, had been almost as hopeless as she had been alone. They had thus been forced to hide.
However ... when another gun shot rang out, she turned and looked over to John, nodding firmly with a determined smile. "I think they're finally here."
The past few nights, she'd seen two shadows. They stayed hard to make out, and thus difficult to determine if they were friend or foe. But now ... something about those visions was making her feel likefinally, they may have found a new source of hope. She highly doubted it was a coincidence ... even less so upon pulling the compass out and holding it in her hands. The small black arrow began to spin quickly. When it finally stopped, it pointed right where the sounds had come from; east.
The princess kept the compass held, allowing John to grab his own gun, helmet, and anything else he needed. Once he was ready though, the two ran off to go investigate whom exactly was being shot at. And, just as importantly, if they were linked to her dreams and could therefore be a solution to the ongoing problem.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
"I don't think he's too interested in talking!" He said quickly staying up right and running away from this situation was the smart thing to do. The man was working to reload his riffle as he chased after the two native adults. Emrie was glad that he had never taken up smoking like a lot of his friends his heart was pounding in his chest, and he was already feeling like his legs were hurting, but he had friends whom would be in ragged coughing fits and easy targets for the bullets that were slowly being shot at them.
Thomas was oddly silent on the matter, they were too far away from the man to see eyes that were devoid of life, milky, and tired, like he had been working for days, his features gaunt with the signs of hunger. The man was more a Zombie than an actual human. And the thing that was keeping the two alive was the fact that he was a terrible shot with the musket.
The third powder shot however struck a target, Emrie cursed as he fell over, it was a grazing wound along his leg, the bullet had drawn some blood, but it was shallow, lacked the impact of a modern bullet, it just hurt. "Fuck!"
He stumbled to get back up, but was otherwise fine, he knew first aid, he could handle a cut and not die. The main thing was that it cost him time.
John heard the gun shots, and nodded, towards Pocahontas, when they had sailed for the new world he had envisioned a lot of things, but jamestown had become a bit more of a nightmare than he had ever wanted it to be. The two had been trying to stay hidden with not much more to do than that. It had been a good chance to get to know her, but at the same time the two were stuck living off the land, with none of the usual British niceties he was accustomed too.
All because of the demon that had joined them before they set sail.
He followed her, hat on, gun in hand towards the sound of gun fire. He saw it was Thomas, chasing after two more Natives, in odd dress, though really no one here had the type of stuff he was used to wearing so he didn't know exactly what was going on.
Still it was Thomas, he couldn't shoot the man. He watched as the third shot rang out and the male dropped down.
He couldn't shoot Thomas, but chose instead to do his best to close the gap. Running into the open revealing himself caught the attention of his once best friend whom turned his gun towards John, but by the time Thomas had reloaded the Musket John was already within the distance to deck the man.
Thomas fell back unconscious for the moment. The hit knocking him down hard. John may have spent the last few days hiding and running, but he had slept and eaten well thanks to Pocahontas's lay of the land with her as his guide. "He's down!" He called out to the others. Taking some rope and working to tie up his old friend.
"Sorry buddy, I'm hoping you feel better after this than i do."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Shania frowned. If this had been almost any other explorer, she could maybe better understand.
But .... Thomas was John's best friend. He was never like this. Goddamnit, nothing's the same!
That made her fists clench in sheer anger. With this entire universe seeming hellbent on killing them here and now, was there any possible way they could help? It was feeling less and less likely. Which made her own shaking increase. She'd promised Emrie not too long ago they'd figure something out. But how could they when she was feeling so very lost?
"Fuck! Emrie!"
Shania stopped dead in her tracks, squatting beside her brother and helping him get back up.
"Sorry. This is probably gonna hurt, but come on ... "
What had started as a run was reduced to a half-jogging session. Shania was fine. Still, she was purposely avoiding running too fast. She didn't want to further agitate her brother's leg, after all.
Slowly but surely, she was getting worn out from the running too. More specifically, the primary issue was both she and Emrie had come here barefoot; a mistake that she solely took the blame for. At the very minimum, she should have encouraged Emrie to get those, as well as grab her own. It'd at least help Shania ignore the urge to stop and make them both easier targets.
"Emrie ... "
When he dropped back down, Shania wrapped her arms tightly around her brother. If this was really going to be the end, so be it. But she wasn't allowing him to die alone. A lot of this had largely been her fault. She'd pushed for them to take Beast's advice and leave home right when they woke up. They'd come in hereveryunprepared. All because she'd been so worried about what seemed like a mere dream being real.
Not only was it very much a real message they'd gotten, the situation was even worse than she imagined. Shania's eyes narrowed as Thomas began to reload the musket, slowly sauntering towards them. Her arms shook as she continued holding onto Emrie. Her eyes gulped as she prepared for the worst to come.
Only to hear a new set of footfalls, which caused Shania's eyes to re-open again.
"John? Please tell me you're ... not hostile."
"You know him?"
And before she could mentally prepare herself for the sight, Pocahontas herself walked out after hearing the immediate threat had been rendered unconscious.
"Yes. I know both of you. I umm .... I'll explain when we get somewhere safe. It's a long story, and it's probably going to sound very strange."
"It can't be weirder than what we've seen and endured." A noticeable smile was on Pocahontas's face as she looked between the siblings. "You're like me?"
"Mhm. Iroquois, to be exact. Ready, Emrie? Three, two .... up!"
Hoping the countdown had helped, she stood with her brother, allowing him to use a shoulder. Or anything that would keep enough pressure off his leg from making the injury worse than it was.
"There's medicine back at .... what's left of my village. I'm no medicine woman, but I learned enough from Kekata. I should be able to help your ... lover out?"
"Oh ... no, no. Not lover. Brother."
"My apologies," Pocahontas quickly apologized, blushing lightly. "This way. With any luck, he," She gave a nod towards the unconscious - and now bound - Thomas, "should stay out long enough to give us time to treat him and learn more about you two."
Shania offered the princess a quick bow of her head, moving steadily forward as they began following after Pocahontas.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
"It's not that deep." Emrie said softly as he was helped up, by his sister he winced. His leg would heal fine, the bullet had missed the bone, he could feel the muscle and flex his ankle it hurt like hell, but it was just a scratch. he walked limping and stayed with Shania as they moved about. He was with her now till the end of this, he couldn't believe that she had thrown herself atop him. He would have rather she had ran and protected herself, and not just stuck around to die. But they had come to this place together, and he was glad to hold onto her now.
When Pocahontas confused them for lovers he blushed, and shook his head. No despite what he had told Lady Yuna dreams about Shania had been few and far between. He was mostly unworthy of the amount of trust, and love she put towards him. Certainly he had never done anything to really earn it before now.
"Thank you." Emrie spoke softly as he was helped to his feet, he gripped his sister and smiled lightly as he stumbled his way with her. The camp seemed like a solid idea, medicine was good, not that he exactly trusted the medicine of her people, but at the moment that seemed to be the best idea that they had. "Please lead the way."
He looked around as they walked. "So to explain us, we are from..." He paused for a moment trying to think about how best to explain this. He couldn't exactly say time travel, he didn't think that the two of them would completely understand that idea. These two were still from a world that had technology hundreds of years older than what he or his sister were used too.
"Well there is no easy way to say this, but we are from another world." He said softly, wincing and breathing heavily. "In our... world, you two are..." he paused again. "Historical figures," he wasn't going to get into the actual story, this was the happy Disney'TM version after all. "From me and my sisters point of view, you two existed almost two hundred years ago, but we know of the story, how it was supposed to go, something in this version is very, very wrong."
Walking to their villiage he groaned in pain as he was sat down in one of the tents as Pocahontas gathered the medicine he would need. "Something doesn't really belong here."
John picked up his old friend Thomas, and walked behind them, his eyes drifting back hoping no one else had heard the gunshot, bringing them out of hiding would be very bad. He listened to the claim that the two were from another world and nodded. In all honesty it wasn't the strangest thing he had heard in the past few days.
"I think I know what doesn't belong, the expedition team changed leadership a little ways back, the new guy called himself a military adviser. When he arrived he was preposterous, but soon Ratcliff started listening to him, and from there he took control of everyone. I tried to warn the tribe, the man had ordered the waters poisoned, and what you see is the result of that choice."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
" .... Here we are."
Pocahontas would guide them to what used to be her village. Now, it was more akin to a ghost town in the most literal sense of the word. There were still some torn down tents. Debris consisting of broken, splintered wood was around the four. A small make shift fire pit hinted the extra wood had been put to good use, and it had allowed Pocahontas to not only ensure John Smith ate, but remained warm. It wasn't winter, mind you. But it was getting close to that time of the year, so it was chillier than usual.
Although there were no physical bodies, droplets of blood could be seen still on the ground. Some more so in certain areas than others.
Pocahontas leaned down, pulling open the flap of a specific tent. Inside were rugs made from skins of various animals. This was likely where Kekata had worked if one had to guess, as there were other numerous items that had a very 'medicine doctor' feel to them.
While Pocahontas grabbed a bowl with some crushed-up herbs, and now taking the form of a thick paste, Shania sat down and began to listen. She would have been fine with Emrie doing all of the talking. However ... when he spoke up and uttered the wrong amount of time, she giggled, her head shaking.
"Two hundred? No, no; double that, my dear brother. Four hundred years. Sixteen hundred and seven was when King James the First sent the British off to sail into the New World."
Pocahontas didn't stop ... but she did blink, her head tilting curiously. She recognized the year, at least, was correct. But .... her eyes briefly met John's. "You ... hinted you had a leader? Is that actually his name? King James the First?"
When it was confirmed, Shania blushed. "I umm .... know a lot. Not that Emrie doesn't, but history is one of my stronger suits. As is ... the movie you're in, and the company who makes them."
"Wait ... we're historical figures that are in .... a what now?"
"A movie. It's something you watch for entertainment. Think of .... " Shania's fingers snapped as a decent enough analogy came to her mind, "A much more advanced version of watching a dance. Any kind, for that matter. It's really a lot more complicated than that, but ... that's the simplest explanation to use. At any rate, movies can be about anything or anyone."
"And ... someone made one about me?"
Shania nodded, "Technically ... the whole journey. So even John was included, as well as Thomas."
Pocahontas couldn't help but smile upon hearing this. After coating her fingers in the cream, she gently lifted Emrie's leg. "Hmm .... looks like it went through. Okay. This may sting a bit, but try to be still." Slowly, she began moving her hand along the wound, making sure to cover every inch which - thankfully - wasn't too big or wide. Itwasjust a musket, after all.
When John brought up some new person, Shania felt her heart flutter. That was it, huh? The source of why everything had gone so horribly wrong. It scared her ... probably because this person was an unknown factor. An even more nerve-wracking thought considering she knew everything else about this universe.
"Who ... was this person? Did they give a name by chance, John?"
A new thought dawned on her as Shania quickly flushed. "Sorry ... I forgot my manners. I'm Shania. My brother's Emrie."
Pocahontas merely flashed an understanding smile, not looking the least bit mad or annoyed Shania seemed to temporarily forget her manners.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
Emrie hissed in pain as Pocahontas looked after his wound he was lucky the shot hadn't taken out that much of his leg, hadn't hit bone, just a very deep scratch, and the bullet was even accounted for, the small ball of metal had been caught inside his pant leg, the fiber of the track pants having caught it on the way out. He picked up the small ball of metal, and looked it over.
"Good to know that while we are in this world we can get hurt." He said softly, it wasn't an ideal lesson but it seemed the gift the two of them were supposed to have was not invulnerability as he would have hoped. Which brings him back to the question why they were chosen. He nodded when his sister corrected his dates.
As Pocahontas started to work on his leg he leaned back for a moment.
John listened to everything that was going on. "Your names are.. odd, young is a British last name, none in Pocahontas's tribe even used them."
"four hundred years, things changed. Europeans colonization efforts were massively successful, and eventually america became it's own unique country, it fought the British Empire, kicked your ass and got control over our own taxation, the bill of rights borrowed a lot of laws from the Haudenosaunee. There were some fumbles along the way, Slavery, a couple world wars, racism isn't exactly behind us, but like the last name implies even we have some white blood in our veins, grandma on our father's side. It's not perfect, but humanity on a whole has achieved some truly grand things by our time." He tried his best to gloss over the tragedies and highlight the good the people had achieved by his time, but he knew that it wasn't perfect by any means. "Course this isn't our exact past, more like another earth entirely." He winced in pain and gave a low hiss.
John nodded slowly he only really kept up with about half of what the two strangers were saying, but it did give him some hope that things would get better. When Shania asked about the person whom came along with them he nodded. "He called himself Kefka, a strange man indeed. He dresses like a harliquin clown, and at first we thought little of him, but from the moment we got onto land he started to take durastic measures. Because of him the Tribe was wiped out almost entirely, he poisoned the water supply, and from there he started working people to death. When he tells you to do something you go about doing it, it's this strange control he has over others."
The name lit a spark in Emrie's mind, and he nodded. "Kefka, Yeah I know that name." He said with a small sigh. "Your world wasn't the only one that reached out to us, there are a hand full of others. He's from another, another earth."
"This story is just getting more confusing." John said with a roll of his eyes.
Emrie turned towards his sister, speaking more to her than the other two. "Kefka's a mad man, a super soldier of sorts, He was infused with magical power, his goals are always nighilistic, and he will do anything to achieve them. If he's set the men of James town to digging something up, you can guarantee that whatever he is digging for is bad news for everyone."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Shania smiled softly as John commented on their names. "A lot has changed over the years. Naming is one of those things, particularly with others who are Native American. Many people have non-Native sounding names. The short version is ... almost everything has changed. Medicine, technology, even exploring. Ships are a lot faster and sturdier ... no offense to you or anything, of course. Alas, our life is by no means perfect, just as Emrie said. There are certainly flaws. Regardless, we have advanced in our way ways."
Pocahontas had her own intrigued look. Now it seemed like she was curious to learn more about the two siblings' world, as well as John's. But was that even doable?
Only time will tell, she decided. For now, her focus remained on Emrie's leg. When she finished dispersing the cream and bandaging the wound, Pocahontas gently laid it back down on the skinned rug.
"You probably should try to use support again. I'm not sure what you should or shouldn't do, truthfully. But if your world is the way Shania hinted, I'll trust you to know what would be the smart and unwise decisions to do with that wound."
When John finally relayed the name of the other person who joined, Shania's eyes widened slightly.
" ... Kefka? Wait ... the same one you've mentioned before?"
There was a reason that name stuck. A very good one, in fact.
"As in ... the same villain that has actually succeeded in any of his plans?ThatKefka?! How ... are we even supposed to deal with someone like him?"
If she hadn't felt uncertain before, now Shaniareallydidn't understand why they had been visited. Surely, therehadto be a mistake.
Fuck the fact we're barefoot. Now even if we had a weapon ... it'd be practically useless.
For the first time since having their weird dreams, Shania felt how Pocahontas had been not too long ago; completely helpless. No matter how hard she tried to think of solutions, none were coming to her.
"How ... have you two been avoiding a monster like him, anyway?"
Pocahontas smiled softly, gently placing a hand on Shania's shoulders. "It definitely hasn't been simple. I'm not going to pretend it's been otherwise. But ... this isn't theonlyplace we run to. We have a few other small camps we use to rest and eat in. This is, however, our primary location. It's also the only one that has medicine hidden away. Usually ... we can hear the soldiers approaching. Since they have metal clothing as well as weaponry, it makes a lot more noise. You saw earlier that if we have to fight .. John can do that pretty well. It's really when Kefka's around that things are more ... difficult to handle."
"Yeah. From the small bit I do know of the man, I believe that."
If he can even be called a man to begin with, Shania internally added.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
"Eyup." Emrie nodded when Shania asked if Kefka had been the one to win. The man had managed to drain all the magic in the world and become a god, able to dispence justice with beams of light that incinerated entire towns, but from the sound of things this was form one Kefka. Before he became a god.
He turned towards Pocahontas, thanking her for the work on his leg. "I remember in the movie your dad had a walking stick that was also usable as a heavy club, do you know where that is, and can i use it to walk with?"
"Kefka has had the men of the town working nonstopped without food or drink for days. Digging holes at various locations, when someone collapses another person just goes in and works for them." He pointed to Thomas. "Almost everyone ends up looking like him, gaunt, sickly, he's working the men having them dig their own literal graves, The majority of men are too busy to search for us, but no one knows what he's trying to dig up. It's not gold, not a single piece of the stuff was found anywhere near the camps he set up."
"Yeah, we are in virginia, most gold exports will be found in the other side of the country like Nevada, but if he's digging than I think I know what he is digging for." Emrie waved his hand for a moment, as he tried to think of exactly what it could be, but the more he thought the more he came to the sole conclusion that it had to be the case.
"He's digging for Magicite." He paused for dramatic effect, but doubted even his sister would know what that meant. "It's the petrified remains of magic, I don't know exactly how it works but Kefka has some of the stuff implanted into him, it's what gives him his supernatural abilities. Normally it's not something you can extract from the earth, but here in your world, the earth is far more alive than in his or our world. You had a talking tree, a sentient raccoon, this stuff doesn't just exist, it comes from magic, and Kefka's obsessed with it."
"He came here to do one thing, to gather up this worlds magic, and he is going to wound the earth it's self if that's what it takes for him to get it, he's a leach, the man will sink his teeth in like a parasite and drain every single drop of magic from world after world, it's what he does." which of course lead him back to the question his sister had posed.
How do we stop something like that from happening?
How did Kefka die?When he had faced the man in the games he had a team decked out with the best equipment and were all level 99, so it wasn't really that big a deal.
but here they had no equipment, a few musckets, and no magic.
'where is yuna when you need her' "We need someone who knows more about magic than he does."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
For a few seconds, Pocahontas looked hesitant to get what Emrie brought up. She looked less offended at the idea and temporarily seemed more afraid that heeding it would lead to somehow insulting her deceased father. Her head turned, however, as a gentle breeze swept through her hair, causing the princess to smile and nod.
"Sure," she replied, looking back towards Emrie and pulling the flap open. "It's not far at all. I'll be back shortly."
"Magicite?" Shania asked. Indeed, that had seemed to escape her. It sounded familiar ... but she couldn't put a name to the term. It wasn't until Emrie went on to elaborate and help her recall what it was.
"Itdoesseem to make sense, but ... are we sure that's it? He didn't have a secondary goal or anything else he was looking for?"
Shania shrugged.
"I'm just making sure we cover all of our bases. There haven't been many villains I've seen or heard of who want more than one thing, but it is been used enough, so .... " Her voice trailed off, allowing Emrie to fill the blanks in. Statistically, it wasn't impossible.
"Besides, Kefka falls under your expertise. So I may know a lot more about where we are and who's who, but you ... you will definitely have a way better idea how to conjure an idea on besting this crazy guy."
It would be here that Pocahontas re-entered the tent, holding the club in her hand. She wordlessly handed it over to Emrie, sitting beside both John and Shania. Her head turned as she and Shania both looked over to Thomas.
"So .... let's assume it is just Magicite he wants and needs. Is there .... a way to undo what he's collected so far somehow? Or ... are we too late, and we just have to figure something else out?"
Fuck sakes; this 'saving a universe' gig is way harder than everyone else makes it look. Kudos to everyone else who can do this and not freak out.
Pocahontas smiled softly, rubbing Shania's shoulder reassuringly. "You'll both figure something out. The spirits told me of your arrival. Not when, nor even whom exactly to look for. But I distinctly was told two of my siblings would arrive to help get rid of the source of pain and despair."
" ... Siblings?" Shania mused, glancing down at herself and finally managing to weakly grin. "I guess we kinda are, if they're referring to use being Natives. I ... truly do appreciate the vote of confidence. But .... lord, this is giving me a headache."
"Well, to start off with ... are any of you hungry? You're going to need energy just to think, let alone act. I'm not saying this will be easy; but I am saying that I do believe you two are the ones I've been told of. Even if you weren't, you're our guests for now. It'd be rude of me not to offer."
"Honestly? Yes, I kinda am. A bit tired too."
Probably from the weird teleporting stunt they ended up succeeding in doing. Whatever the case, the ability to eat then sleep - and hopefully gain some ideas on what to do to help Jamestown, Pocahontas, and John all out - sounded like averygood idea.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
"Getting shot kinda made me hungry." Emrie admitted, he flexed his foot a bit and tested it, there was a slight amount of pain for his leg, but with the support of the staff he was more than able to move about. He was certainly a little hungry, and he was lying if he didn't admit that all the chaos running, and everything had made him a bit tied, it seemed city life was a lot more easy going.
He thought what was being asked of the two of them. Taking down Kefka the mad mage was no easy feat. He was a final boss, but it sounded like he was still mortal. Magicite was probably the most dangerous thing here.
"Magicite is volatile it contains a ton of magical energy inside of it, so if you were to hit it with enough of a strong force, or drop some TNT into the mine you would be able to cause a pretty big boom." He said with a small shrug. "Course we would need some explosives."
John perked up at that. "There are some explosives on the ship. We brought a couple of crates of TNT with us, and I have a few skins of gun powder. The ship was left pretty well unguarded when we arrived, we never bothered gathering up the supplies for a return trip to Europe because of Kefka's war plans, so we just left where it was anchored while we set up the colony. Since all of the men have been used to dig the powder and bombs should still be there."
Emrie did some mental math, he admittedly had never handled real explosives before. The closest he had ever been to the stuff was an old construction job, he had spent a few weeks knocking down walls with a hammer before they brought in a few bars of the stuff to do a controlled demolition.
"I think if we could get our hands on a crate we could probably neutralize what they have currently collected." Emrie didn't know if that would knock out Kefka's current power, he doubted that the explosion would really kill the man even if he was directly at the center. "Why the heck did the spirits choose us, we aren't exactly warriors, I've been in a few bar fights, and a few scraps for sure, but I don't think I've ever been in a fight like this one."
John got to his feet. "We can go for the boat tonight while it's dark. Less chance of being seen that way, but for now it sounds like you two need to rest." He picked up his gun, and looked to Pocahontas.
"We can go gather up food while the siblings rest up a bit." He said extending her a hand and a smile. He wasn't so sure about them being the ones to save the world, but he did like that at least they had some plans, some ability to work out what was going on. John on the other hand felt more confused by all that they were saying.
Stepping out of the tent with the native woman he looked back at the camp, and kept his voice low. "They don't seem to be very combat ready, are you sure these two will really be able to help us?"
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Both women rose their eyebrows, though for very different reasons. While Pocahontas looked uncertain what this 'TNT' was, exactly, Shania had a slightly worried and doubtful look. "Youdoknow we're in 1607 still, right? I mean, thereisgun powder and some forms of it. But just like the bullets ... it's probably gonna be weaker compared to what exists back home. Is that really going to be enough?"
But even if the answer was no?
It was the only thing the two had come up with that made any amount of sense. In a perfect world, Shania would just say they pray and have magical abilities. All that good jazz that tended to come along with bothDisneymovies andFinal Fantasygames. Alas, they were only fighting against - and in - those types of factors. As far as they themselves went? No such luck. They were still their normal - and mortal - selves.
A scary thought, no doubt. Her head slowly shook as Emrie questioned why they were chosen once more.
"There has to be some reason," Shania softly murmured. Whether she was attempting to convince herself or Emrie more was anyone's guess.
Pocahontas offered the two other Natives another smile before taking John's hand and leaving the tent. At her own side was a weapon of her own; Kocoum's hunting knife. She didn't really enjoy resorting to violence. But she could make exceptions when it was absolutely needed. Hunting was one of those times, especially now that the hunters and basically all of her tribe had been murdered. The other? To defend herself.
It probably wouldn't do any good against this Kefka person. It wasn't sounding like that, anyway. But ... she at least wanted to have a chance to save herself.
John couldn't always do that; she'd already seen glimpses of that grim truth at least once before. In the very recent past, at that rate.
Her smile widened as she looked over at John, sounding far more optimistic than concerned in her response.
"I'll admit I'm unsure if they are the same two I saw. But discarding my vision, here's what I can say for certain. Theyarethe first people to have arrived here since that Kefka came. Maybe not in the most traditional ways, no. But they're here all the same. Just as importantly? They have knowledge of this man and how to deal with him. Even if these were the wrong people your compass was pointing towards in my dreams ... they're very likely our best chance at surviving. These ... " She lightly patted the sheathed knife and then nodded towards John's musket, "Can only do so much. They keep wondering why they were chosen. And I can understand their worries. But I do think we'll all get an answer for that eventually. Everythingdoeshappen for a reason, after all."
Luckily, during the time Pocahontas and John were out hunting, neither Shania nor Emrie had any issues from Thomas. In fact ... it seemed like either John had hit himtoohard or he was in such shitty shape that he remained unconscious. Either way, when two to three hours passed - most from hunting, though some was used to cook the meals properly - the night would arrive. And it would be peaceful - as much as one could call it that, anyway.
"Good night, Emrie," Shania would whisper. The two had been led to another tent. One with less blood and more rugs. Shania glanced around, pulling a deer skin over herself as a makeshift blanket and slowly closed her eyes.
Such a goddamned shame; this would have been a fun trip if the world she'd known hadn't been ruined.
There were some saving graces, though; and it came in knowing both Pocahontas and John were safe. At least she and Emrie weren'tcompletelyalone. And she wasverygrateful for that.
The scent of something new cooking would be what would cause Shania to slowly stir. Her hands rose, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes, which soon confirmed ... they were still here. Still in 1607 Jamestown.
Okay. So we can't just hope to go home and it works that way. Noted.
In some regards, she was fine with this. Shania didn't want to leave Pocahontas or John Smith in this type of shitty situation. It just ... revolved to the question both her and her brother had repeatedly asked; how would they be able to handle Kefka?
Even in his mortal form, he was no pushover. No matter how much of one he looked like.
If Emrie was still asleep when she woke up, she'd let him get a bit more rest. After suffering the bullet wound, Shania would understand if he wanted five or more minutes of slumber. He'd need every ounce of strength. If, on the other hand, he'd already left the tent, she would exit and find Pocahontas already cooking. The sight hinted she and John had headed out relatively early in the morning, as she was - from the smell and looks of things - almost done.
"Morning. Did you sleep well?"
"Better than I expected. What I mean is ... I don't usually fall asleep in foreign places so quick. It's nothing against you or your home."
Pocahontas merely gave an understanding smile, nodding as she continued working on breakfast. "I appreciate the clarification, but you didn't have to justify yourself. Thank you, though."
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Emrie Young & John Smith
When moved to the new tent he was more than happy to lay down on thick furs. He relaxed seeing as he had Shania with him. He sighed softly and nodded. He couldn't help but think she was right, that there had to be some reason for the two of them being chosen for this. Still he wished Yuna was here, she seemed to have more of an idea of what was going on, and he had to admit that the thought of a white mage being here with them would have made the pain a lot easier to deal with.
He closed his eyes and wished his sister a good night as well. Their first day here seemed to pass briefly past them. During the night he twitched and rolled in his sleep. Dreams were not something he was used too having, and he couldn't help but feel a touch scared. Part of him still thought that this had all been some weird dream, but compared to being stuck in a disney movie the actual dreams that weaved through his mind were tame by comparison.
Their was no struggle to sleep. Rather it felt more like he was disturbingly trapped inside of his own sleep. faint memories came to mind, as with all things it began with wading through a murky dark water, the ground stuck to his feet as he walked through it, like a thick mire and breathing was tight, the dense fog feeling more like smoke and void against his lungs. Cold, and yet burning hot to the touch.
To the distance he could hear an engine, the roar of the familiar and the world he had come from, the world he would rather be in when it came to all honesty, but around him were not but shadows, water, and smoke.
Something pulled at his leg, and he felt himself sink a touch deeper into the sand and mud, his body bending, feeling more and more like he was going to drown or there was some great weight on his chest. Two very red eyes, teeth, claws, something black, and massive stretched out in that abyss.
Emrie awoke coughing heavily as a Raccoon sat on his chest Meeko's body was curled up, his wet nose touching Emrie's chin, and as he got up, he was shocked scampering away from the other native.
Emrie was left breathless, and shaking. His body working through a wide range of emotions as he woke up. He could smell breakfast being prepared. He saw that Shania had already left the tent. He breathed heavily. Picking himself up, feeling no pain from his leg, but still using the staff to steady himself as he stood up, and exited the tent.
Emrie breathed as he stood in early morning sunlight. "Morning." he said giving a yawn and a wave. Emrie excused himself from the company of the women walking around the camp till he found the edge of the woods where he could relieve his bladder.
Meeko stuck with Pocahontas scampering to her after being kicked out of Emrie's bed.
Emrie found his clearing, and releaved himself at the nearest opportunity to stumble across John whom was tending to Thomas, the man had woken up, though he wasn't untied John was seeing to the mans injuries and getting him some food as well. "Thomas?"
The younger redhead opened his eyes slowly before responding to the other. "John?" His voice was cracked and dry, and John helped the man take a drink of water.
"You feeling like yourself?" John asked waiting for Thomas to nod.
"A long nap helped. but I still... what happened?" John helped Thomas to his feet, and Emrie walked back with the two men after he had concluded his own personal business.
Emrie tried to help explain and bring Thomas up to speed on the current events, before joining the women for breakfast.
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Both women would turn as the swift sounds of footfalls, albeit small ones, landed on the ground. Pocahontas grinned, her mouth starting to open before Shania beat her by a few seconds.
"Heya Meeko!"
Her head tilted as she continued cooking, "You ... really do know about everything and everyone here, don't you?"
Shania blushed, but nodded. "Heh, yeah. I guess ... if we wanna be completely sincere, your movie is my favorite among the Disney franchise."
"Oh?" A slight pause lingered before Pocahontas added, "Is that just because another Native is in it?"
Shania quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, no! Definitely not. Even if I were Caucasian - white like John and Thomas are - that'd still be my favorite movie." Now it was the Iroquois' turn to go quiet for a few moments. She contemplated her next part of the reply carefully, slowly nodding before resuming, "I don't wanna say everything - mainly because we're here to help with a completely different issue. But ... since you're both a historical figure and movie character ... you are a legitimate hero, Pocahontas. Heroine, technically, I suppose. Anyway I ... I've always admired you. Even before I saw the movie."
"Me? A heroine?"
A bittersweet smile appeared on Pocahontas' face as she continued cooking. "I've been feeling rather helpless the past few days. Granted, this ... Kefka hasn't really made much of anything simple, least of all surviving. And he has things I've never witnessed before. Especially his magic. I tried to put the flames that killed Grandmother Willow out, but .... they wouldn't die. It was like they were immortal or something. It was terrifying."
"I can only imagine," Shania gently answered, looking down in time to see Meeko had climbed atop one of Pocahontas' shoulders and was now trying to lean down and lick some of the soup she was cooking.
"Nope. No, Meeko. Not for you."
Taking a moment to pause stirring the contents of the stew, Pocahontas chuckled as she put the raccoon down, who almost immediately looked like he was pouting. Pocahontas flashed her furry friend a sly smile, shaking her head no adamantly. "See if John has any of those biscuits when he returns. Until then, you leave this alone. Not yours."
Whether he perfectly understood Pocahontas or was just smart enough to do so on his own, he turned and ran off ... likely to heed the advice given to him.
"Now then, what did I do to become a heroine?"
"You ... helped cease the fighting between your tribe and the British."
"I see ... " She looked briefly away, looking something between proud and distraught. "Then ... I can't be a hero here. It must be you and your brother who has to be take my spot, so to speak."
Shania's mouth opened, ready to protest, before Pocahontas looked back and scooted closer to Shania. Eventually, one of her slim fingers would gently push against Shania's lips. And she couldn't lie to herself; that single gesture - innocent as it was - made her heart race quickly.
"Don't misunderstand me, Shania; I'm not upset about you and Emrie's role here. I just ... don't want to stand back and force the two of you to do everything. Especially against such a dangerous man."
"No, no. You've already helped us immensely. You've given us the ability to rest, to help heal my brother's wound, food. The bare essentials are typically taken for granted. It may not seem like much, but I promise ... you and John both really have done a lot. And probably are going to help out more so. We're not done here, after all."
It would be now that a new set of multiple footsteps caused both women to turn. Shania visibly tensed as Thomas came into view ... but relaxed when both her brother and John stood beside him.
"Feeling better, Thomas?" Shania inquired, keeping her ears alert just in case he was ... still not himself.
"Almost done," Pocahontas chimed in, looking between the three men before adding, "Morning, Thomas, John, Emrie. All of you, please sit down; breakfast should be done soon enough."
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Emrie Young & John Smith
Thomas still looked week, but he smiled towards Shania, though was a touch surprised to have anyone checking up on him sincerely. he could see she was alert, but that was to be expected after having shot at her and Emrie yesterday. He blinked slowly, his eyes slightly sunken as he looked at the soup that was being made. His stomach letting out an obvious growl. "Better yes."
Emrie sat down beside his sister, and as John took his place around the circle he was accosted by Meeko, whom John had to pick up to steady, so that he could give him a biscuit. "Easy little guy, we haven't forgotten about you." He said with a small smile. In a moment like this when the five of them had gathered around food, it was easy to forget that they prepping for a large battle.
Emrie sighed and leaned back for a moment stretching out his leg. "It feels better this morning." He said softly and looked to Shania.
"Hey sis can I borrow you for a moment?" He asked needing her help to get back up to his feet after a moment, only raising the question in his own head of why he had sat down in the first place, he walked with the help of the staff pulling her out of ears reach of the others.
"Last night did you have... any dreams?" He said cautiously for a moment this whole thing had started because two days ago he had slept and had a dream about Yuna, and last night he had a vivid nightmare that he couldn't really summarize in a good fashion.
"Last night I'm pretty sure I had a nightmare, now it could just be that I got shot, but either way it left me feeling a sort of dread." Oddly he felt more worked up about the dream than he did with everything else that had gone down, with Kefka and with being in a Disney movie. "Do you know of any dragons in the disney movies?" With the teeth, and claws, he wasn't sure what exactly he had seen under the waves of his dream, but a dragon fit pretty well in his definition of it.
"In final fantasy they are basically relegated to summons, the most important one is bahamut, but I'd describe him as a creature of good, or at least good intentions, not evil." He shrugged his shoulders for a moment and sighed.
He put his face into his palm for a moment frustrated. "Also i have no idea how we get back to our world... I don't even know if we can, and I have a parol meeting in three days." He said softly. "If I miss that then I don't know if I even want to go back in the first place."
He was pretty sure that the jail time wouldn't be significant more likely he would just be saddled with a much larger fine, one that he would have no chance of ever paying off.
John let the siblings talk for a moment, focusing on getting his food when it was ready, and looking over Thomas. After John explained some of the plan Thomas nodded. "I can show you all where the guys have been digging. Kefka has everyone focused in two different pits. When someone falls down or gets injured the others will just walk over the worker, burry him where he falls and continue digging. We started with about 80 men, I think he may have half that by now."
Thomas looked to Pocahontas. "Thank you, this is the first thing I have eaten in what feels like days."
"Just remember to go slow buddy, if you rush yourself now you won't be able to keep the food down."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Both Pocahontas and Shania would smile as Emrie gave them good news. Hearing his leg was better certainly aided in giving them a sense of relief. Whom felt it more was anyone's guess, though both females had it for their own rhymes and reasons.
"I'm glad to hear that, especially since you probably have more advanced medicine back in your real world. Still, I'm happy to hear despite using an older method, it's working for you."
"Mhm, me too," Shania agreed, smirking slyly as he asked his next question, "Borrow me, huh? That's an interesting way to word it, but ... sure. Excuse us for a second."
There was a sense of urgency that the younger sibling could pick up on. It had been what helped her playful mood shut off, even if only for the time being. Heneededto talk, and so ... Shania would listen. And, if possible, help out.
"What's up?" she asked softly, blinking in surprise as he voiced what was on his mind. "Umm ... "
She paused, mainly to make sure that if she had experienced any kind of vision, it wasn't trying to escape her memory. When the answer remained the same, her head moved from side to side. "Nope. No dreams last night."
Then he elaborated on what he saw. Her hands fell atop her hips as she immediately began trying to come up with the answer. Was there a possible link between his dream and what they were doing? She began to move her head from side to side ... but just as suddenly halted. Her fingers lightly tapped against her jeans. "Actually," she began, nodding after double checking with herself, "Maybe. It may not mean anything ... however, it feels too ... dead on to be a coincidence. Beast gave me descriptions of a few other villains, male and female alike. One that I think he was trying to talk about was Maleficent. And ... shedoesturn into a dragon at the end ofSleeping Beauty. A black one, in fact."
Of course, in the movie, she still failed to beat the prince.
But ... they were in a very twisted version ofDisneymovies. And, if Yuna's visit was any bit of a warning, it'd apply toFinal Fantasyworlds also.
"Aside from her? Oddly, there aren't too many dragons in Disney, now that you actually make me stop and think about it. For now though ... "
Shania gently placed a hand on her brother's shoulder.
"We got someone way more important to worry about. Don't let it get to you. Now come on ... I am hungry, actually."
Hunted game was not usually something Shania indulged in. However, the way Pocahontas had cooked everything so far, it tasted much better than Shania would have ever guessed.
Pocahontas would pour both siblings their own portion and hand it over to them in two wooden bowls before finally beginning to eat herself. She merely nodded and smiled as Thomas thanked her. "It's no trouble. We may not have the same origins, but we all have a common goal. It wouldn't be right to omit you from having a proper meal just because of a slight scare. There's more than enough for anyone who wants seconds to get extra servings afterwards."
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Emrie Young & John Smith
Sleeping Beauty, why did that strike up a memory for Emrie? He hadn't watched that movie in years. But when she mentioned Malefacent something clicked with Emrie, the reason he didn't like Disney nearly as much as his younger sister. One of those things that he had grown up with, a short memory from when he was six or so. He remembered the green fire, and the transformation into a dragon had scared him as a kid, that he hadn't been able to sit through the film, something about it had frightened Emrie.
And that unsettling feeling had stuck with him for most of the hand drawn movies that Disney produced. Though the worst offender wasn't sleeping beauty it was by far the festival of fools scene in Hunchback, that film had frightened him to heck and back. Yet not so much the film's song about lust, and desire for a woman's body, if anything he could kind of relate to that one.
For now he shook off his fears, and returned to the group, taking his portion of the food. His sister was right they had a lot more important stuff to focus on.
Taking the food he let it cool for a moment before tasting it, and finding it delicious. Wild game was a bit tougher than store bought food, but once he got past the texture he couldn't really bet the feeling of fresh food. He paused for a moment blinking when it occured to him that this would have been the same type of food that their ancestors would have eaten. The amount of work that it took to make and prep even a single meal before the invention of instant food was something he couldn't surmise.
Once those thoughts passed him over and he was able to eat his fill which ended up being two servings he turned towards John and Thomas.
"You're sure we can get to the ship to grab what we need?" John asked as he was focused on eating as well, but wanted to get under foot. "The longer we stay here the more we risk being found by someone."
"No one has gone near the ship in days." Thomas spoke looking at the ground, taking John's advice to eat slow and rest he looked around. "Kefka, has this weird affect on people, when he tells you to do something your body is just compelled to obey, it doesn't matter what the task is, you just see it through and work yourself to exhaustion."
John nodded. "He even had that affect on me at first, but I snapped out of it." He passed some of his Soup to meeko, giving the raccoon some food despite Pocahontas telling him that it wasn't for the little guy. It was hard to say no to him. John was a bit focused on what exactly had knocked him out of Kefka's control, the only thing that he could really think of was that he had at one point stumbled and hurt himself, that was around the time that Pocahontas had found him.
"If we are going up against him, we are gonna need some way to block out the mans voice." Emrie said nodding. He put down his empty bowl and licked his lips. "That was one of the best meals I have eaten in a long time... Kinda reminds me of grandma's cooking." He said softly, shaking his head.
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Pocahontas nodded in agreement upon hearing the need to move to one of the other sites was becoming more and more necessary. "After this is over, we'll go elsewhere. No matter how this ends, we can make it harder to be found after trying to weaken Kefka's power." It hadn't been overly enjoyable for Pocahontas to make temporary shelters elsewhere. But now, more so than ever? She was glad both her and John had worked on setting a small handful of other spots up.
There wouldn't be nearly as much. Still, the essentials would be there. Tents, blankets, access to untainted water, and ample wood for creating fires so food could be cooked.
Shania, meanwhile, listened in on the talk about how Kefka's abilities worked.
"Sounds like aCommandspell or something," she mused under her breath.
"You ... also know of magic?"
Her hand tilted as Shania began to elaborate, "It's ... not something that is proven to exist in our world. However, certain games have lore - rules - on how things work. Magic is one of them. It's complicated and too long to explain fully; but in short, most magic requires atleastone of the following. The ability to speak, the ability to make eye contact, immense concentration, or materials of some sort in order to cast the spell. In this case ... it does make more and more sense that Magicite is indeed what he's looking for. He has everything else, more likely than not. But .... "
Shania nodded towards Emrie.
"He better knows about the worlds people like Kefka come from, so -- "
Pocahontas frowned, interrupting, "Others?"
"Umm ... yeah. Not everyone is bad though. But yes, just like there's other worlds created by the same company that made your movie, the same is true with where Kefka is usually found. Anyway, he knows the technicalities ofFinal Fantasya lot better than me, but from what I myself know ... Magicite is making more and more sense as far as what we're looking for and to eliminate. Or, at the very least, dwindle his supply."
She didn't partake in it as heavily as her friends, but Shania did playDungeons and Dragonsevery now and again. She'd need to thank the friend who got her into it ... if she could ever return and properly do so.
"Something to cover our ears?" Pocahontas repeated, looking down and trying to think of what could help out with that.
What a time to not have my earbuds with me, Shania internally added, opting to keep those thoughts to herself for now. Instead, she finished on her meal and trying to figure out if there was something else that could be used.
"I guess my concern with plugging our ears is then .... I, personally, don't know any sign language. Or non-verbal ways of talking." An eyebrow rose as she looked over to her brother. All but silently inquiring ifheknew anything of the like to begin with.
Though, even if he did ... then there would be the issue of whether anyone else knew about such tactics.
"The hunters had a method, but ... " Pocahontas slowly shook her head. "I wasn't really around any of them nor taught it."
Well, one down, Shania lamented, fighting off the urge to elicit an irritated sigh.
"Hmm ... we may just have to go in knowing that's a risk. With things akin to aCommandspell - and I realize this is dangerous in its own rights - but will power typically can go against it. Especially if the order in question is something you wouldn't normally do. Like ... kill someone you care deeply about. You can usually have an easier time resisting the order and breaking free from the magic. Unfortunately, short of that?"
Shania grimaced.
"We really are low on alternatives to use. The best preparation we can do is know who and what we're dealing with and use that to our advantage."
Pocahontas nodded, flashing an appreciative smile at Emrie as he thanked her for the food. She couldn't help but notice no one was really going for seconds - and had a good enough hunch as to why. Everyone - admittedly, herself included - was probably eager to get this done and over with.
Not that it'd be easy. Nothing in life was simple. Still ... there was a sense of urgency as well as nervousness lingering in the air. Even though both Shania and Emrie could pass off as members of her tribe, the princess hadn't forgotten that wasn't the case. They probably wanted to go home, and frankly? Pocahontas couldn't really blame them.
She wasn't too different. Just ... her case was more wanting to get everything to normal as swiftly as possible. Granted, she wasn't sure what she'd do once Kefka was out of Jamestown or her life ... but she knew that while he remained here, she could never go back to an even slightly 'normal' way of living. That much she did want to remedy.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
Even though no one took seconds no one could really say they weren't full. It was probably the strangest and one of the most filling meals that Emrie had ever had. A far cry from what he would have considered a modern meal. Standing up he stretched, the thing he missed most right now was furnature. Between sleeping on animal furs, and sitting on logs he was starting to long for modern seating technology.
"Like I said I can lead you to the boat." Thomas said, as he was about to stand up, only to stumble and nearly fall in the fire if not for Emrie's quick catch. He caught the man before he would fall over, and then ease him down to his seat.
John watched and shook his head. "Sorry friend, but you have to stay." He said nodding.
"There isn't enough room in Pocahontas's boat." John said heck it had been a tight fit when it had just been the two of them and the raccoon. With two aditional riders it was going to be a lot more tight. "So you are staying, and your gonna go out of sight. Heal up, hide, and get stronger. If we fail..."
John was cut off by Emrie, he cut off the soldier with a simple glare. "We don't say those words, if you invite the idea of failure into anohers mind than we bring a jinx upon us, and I won't have that."
Emrie turned towards his sister. "We are gonna win."
He wished he could actually believe what he was saying, but he had to stay confident in this. He had to think there was a way. After all, if they were selected for some reason they wouldn't be put out of it. Final Fantasy games didn't require a lot of grinding, they didn't put you at massive disadvantages, with tactical thinking, and a bit of magic the light side always won.
'gods I wish Yuna was here'
"Which of course brings us to our ride." He said looking to Pocahontas, leading them to the smaller Canoe he grimaced for a moment as he looked at the thing. It was classical, it was practical, it was the exact same kind of thing their ancestors would have used so long ago. He touched it tentatively for a moment. "This is gonna sound insane, but in our time, we don't use these anymore."
"I've flown through the sky more times than i have touched something like this." He said stepping inside of it. He looked around. "We won't all be able to fit."
"Someone will have to sit in another lap." John said as he took up the front seat, since his time with Pocahontas he had learned from her how to sale this thing. It was still unfamiliar to him, but not so bad anymore it was faster and more streamlined than one of the long boats, more useful in his opinion.
"Shania?" Emrie said holding out his hand to his sister and offering his own lap, it made sense the two of them were siblings, and in all honesty it wasn't like either of them was gonna be any good sailing this thing.
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
"Yeah. Please don't say that, John."
Not to say Shania still wasn't feeling a mix of emotions, including hesitation or doubt. Namely with working out how in the hell they were supposed to defeat someone like Kefka. God or not, it wouldnotbe an easy task. Even less so with the two siblings having all but no real clue on what they could do. All of this knowledge would, ultimately, go to waste if they couldn't succeed with this plan. Or, for that matter, figure a back-up out should this fail.
I mean, there is more than just exploding Magicite as a means to get rid of it. Right?
Whether her smile looked convincing or real enough was beyond the sister's guess. But it was at least real. If nothing else, hopefully Emrie would be glad for that much as Shania acknowledged his encouraging words.
The four would arrive at the small canoe that Pocahontas had indeed used time and time again. Shania stared at the small wooden boat, feeling a bit ... well, embarrassed, to be honest. For all of the traditions shedidknow linked with her Native American heritage, how to maneuver a canoe wasn't one of those topics. She'd been to her fair share of camps before. For some reason, though, none had taught her how to steer these things.
"I umm .... "
Pocahontas took her own turn to smile, shaking her head in understanding.
"I appreciate it, but it's fine. I've taught John well enough that we can get there. Mentally prepare yourselves for when we arrive."
"Right. Thanks."
So then came the next issue; how were all four of them gonna fit, now? She recalled that Meeko, Nakoma, and Pocahontas had fit inside perfectly. But this ... was fourpeople. No animals, so ....
When her brother offered the smartest and best idea, Shania blushed. She didn't really get it. It was innocent enough. And ... well, itwasbasically the only thing that evenshecould think of to make it so all of them arrived at their destination. "Sure. It's ... been a while."
About twelve years, give or take. Primarily when the two would go to malls and sit on what they both believed to be Santa's lap together. There were other moments aside from that, of course, but ... it didn't change the fact that this was something she forgot about doing. However, upon sitting down, Shania felt ... actually relaxed.
Not thatallof her nervousness up and vanished. Hell no, nowhere close.
But it decreased and got to a controllable level. She was able to close her eyes and pay heed to the breeze lightly touching all of their skin. Feeling the canoe eventually move as both John Smith and Pocahontas took their own seats and began dipping the oars into the water. Small gestures, sounds, or movements that would no doubt have been missed otherwise.
With them being as close as they were, Emrie would feel what Shania was keeping mostly hidden. The sound of her heart beating rapidly in her chest, pounding hard against her rib cage.
Can we really do this?
Even as the boat finally bumped against the shore, she had no idea. But Shania was able to look over her shoulder and take note of the much larger ship in question.
"I'm guessing this is it?" she asked, waiting for John to give a confirmation before taking a slight breath and slowly standing up. The trip hadn'tactuallytaken very long. It'd simply felt like it.
"We'll be right behind you. If we all climb at the same time, it'll tip."
" ... Fair. Okay then."
Another breath, this one a bit shakier than the last, passed Shania's lips as she grabbed onto the rope ladder and ascended. This time, she didn't glance behind her. Mainly to avoid losing her balance and look like an idiot by plopping into the water. Once she finished pulling herself up, she moved aside, allowing for whoever was immediately behind her to get in.
"So," Shania would ask after the others joined her, "This .... Magicite. What's it look like, anyway? I mean, it'll likely stand out given it doesn't belong in this world. I just ... wanna know what we should look out for."
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Emrie Young & John Smith
Emrie wrapped his arms around his sisters Waist when she sat in his lap, Partly because he was nervous, but also in part because well there was something to holding her. The first thing he had noticed was that because she hadn't taken a shower this morning or last night she had a stronger scent to her, their clothing though long dried smelled of smoke, and river water after the events of the day prior. Honestly if he was able too he would have rather replaced what they were wearing, but neither of them really had that option. They had come here woefully under prepared.
Then came the actual ride, for the most part it was calm, the Canoe glided over the water of the rivers, and it was smooth as it was piloted by the two experts in the art. he almost felt like could relax, till they hit the rapids.
Suddenly the smoothest course was gone, and the river waters turned rough as it approached the ocean, never having been on a boat before in his life, his stomach was jumbled, his body tossed around, and his tanned skin had a faint tinge of green to it by the time that they touched the boat.
Emrie waited for Shania to go up first, he then followed, feeling the boats sway, and shift under his feet, hearing the creaking of ancient and sturdy wood. Compared to the Canoe the galleon was almost immovable, but here they had to content with the constant shifting floor of the ocean at high tide. Every step felt almost like it had a bounce to it. Emrie started to look worse for ware as time went on.
When she asked about magicite he opened his mouth to talk, only to quickly dart to the side of the ship, loosing what had managed to eat at breakfast to the ocean waves.
By now John was on the ship, breathing the sea air, and by comparason walking with no struggle. "I know the first time aboard a ship can be unsettling, but I've never seen someone get sea sick while the ship was anchored." John gave a slight laugh at the situation and then started to search the boxes that were tied down above deck.
"Fuck... you." Emrie spat, trying to keep his intestines intact while he walked.
He wiped his mouth, and stretched his body, still unsettled by the travel, but now with his stomach empty he could at least talk.
"I don't know." He said in response to Shania's question. "It's a sixteen bit game, not exactly high definition, and since cutscenes weren't invented till final fantasy seven... litteraly. It's not like there are any graphical stand out moments, most i can say about the stuff is that it will glow."
Emrie sighed. Graphics were not everything, the game had a very compelling story, one of love and loss, and everything, in between, but in terms of graphics he had no idea what Magicite would look like. "Well gang... I think we should split up and search for clues."
Emrie picked chose to make a quick stop however, looking around before stepping into the captains cabin. This room was the most lavish on the ship. The only crew quarter that had a soft plush bed, and considering who owned the ship it was lavish. Ratcliff had been a footnote in Emrie's memory. A colonizer for sure, he could respect someone driven by wealth and gold.
Unlike the slaver that was Columbus anyway.
Walking around the cabin it didn't take Emrie long to find what he was looking for, a vintage bottle of wine. Just holding this stuff would have made him cry in the real world considering the year. Heck if he brought this single bottle back to their world somehow he probably could have sold it off. He held the bottle for a moment looking at it.
Outside John was opening boxes, trying to think of the last time they had stepped foot on this boat. Before Kefka had commanded them to shore with a quarter of the supplies. Aged food past it's use, and other more grotesque things were in the boxes here.
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Pocahontas lightly tapped Shania on the shoulders and then nodded to Emrie. Shania didn't immediately understand ... until she noticed the faint but otherwise noticeable difference in her brother's skin hue.
"You ... okay?"
Apparently not. Her eyes widened ... and both women had to cover their mouths to stifle their own chuckles. Only one succeeded though. Emrie would turn back around and see his sister still giggling.
"Sorry, sorry - it's not at you. It really isn't ... "
For now, though, Shania decided to drop the subject. He was probably feeling crappy enough as it was for caving in and getting rid of his breakfast as easily as he did. Instead, she listened to his hints ... and inwardly scolded herself. It hadn't been recently, but considering she typically had a good memory? Shania felt as if she should have recalled the few times she had watched him playFinal Fantasy VI. She would have otherwise reconsidered asking what was clearly a dumb question.
"Right. Yeah, ummm .... "
A knowing smirk appeared on her face as he took what would usually be Fred's line fromScooby-Dooand tossed it over as a suggestion. Her main issue with the thought was ... sure, this ship was big. But not super huge that it'd take them hours to go through the entire thing.
A soft sigh passed her lips as she looked around. Even took a step back. And in doing so, she winced, feeling some metal that had been warmed up by the sun brush along her bare feet.
Odd. Is this ... some sorta storage area?
With everyone else having already headed off to begin their searching, Shania decided to pull the bars up. It was unlocked and relatively light. Shania jumped in ... and almost immediately regretted doing so. There was a heavy scent lingering here. By itself, she felt the same urge her brother had not long ago.
What in the fucking world?!
One hand stayed firmly pressed against her mouth, keeping most of the stench out. A few steps was all poor Shania needed to take to understand what was causing the scent; death.
Numerous bodies were strapped down to tables, or even slabs. Some had devious instruments or weapons nearby them. Most were items like scalpels; older versions, mind you, but scalpels all the same. Crudely made hunting knives. Even some arrowheads that were still embedded in the bodies' flesh. Whether they had been taken from Pocahontas' tribe or others would be anyone's guess.
But what was possibly even more disturbing was noting the corpses looked direly underweight. These had been men well in their late twenties to early forties. They shouldnothave been as light as Shania.
So ... they really have been starved? But then .... why were they kept down here?
A lone notebook caught her eyes. Deep down, she could already feel regret about moving forward and checking it out. Unfortunately, Shania had no real choice. If this would give any information about what had happened here .... sheneededto read it.
So, with a shaky hand, she opened up to the first page.
"OH GOD!"
The book was almost immediately shut as Shania ran back under the metal bars. She was done. She wanted out of this room ... now.
Except .... she was too short, apparently, which made her panic. Shania continued to jump, failing with each attempt. Frustrated whimpers left before an actual, coherent plea finally left her lips, "Someone ... please get me out of this hell hole .... "
Pocahontas, meanwhile, had gone into a room adjacent to the one John entered. Shania's voice - especially the first scream - had been heard. Either the men hadn't heard, or ... something else had grabbed their attention.
Regardless, her room had nothing helpful. Definitely none of the 'Magicite' they were looking for. So, she half-ran, half-jogged out of the room she had found and began looking for the other Native. "Shania?"
"Here! Please .... "
Now that Pocahontas heard her voice again, it was easier to track Shania, though ... the bars made her raise her eyebrows. How did no one else notice those? Rather than asking or voicing her thoughts out loud, Pocahontas merely rose them, laying on her stomach and extending an arm downward.
Thankfully, Shania was indeed lighter than she expected. It made lifting her out all the more easier.
Once Shania was completely out, she held herself tightly against the princess. "Should I go -- ??"
Before Pocahontas could finish her inquiry, Shania shook her head from side to side. "I ... wouldn't recommend it. EvenJohnmay have a hard time seeing that."
That certainly got Pocahontas to raise an eyebrow. "Why? What's down there?"
Shania didn't verbally respond. Instead, she grabbed the metal doors and pushed them roughly down, trying to emphasize with actions that it was an area that shouldn't be casually examined.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
Holding the bottle in his hand, he couldn't help but think that this wine felt a lot heavier than the bottles he had just two, or was it three days prior. He popped the cork with a satisfactory puff of air, and smelled the wine. It was ritch, it's flowery scent told him that this would have been high quality. Probably the heighest quality alcohol he had ever touched. He lifted the bottle looking at it splash in the glass container.
He was not exactly a wine person, he prefered his alcohol to be in the form of Whiskey or Vodka, wine lacked the burn that he enjoyed from the drink. But it was good stuff, even he could recognize that. He sniffed it again.
He felt his mouth water, his hand shake slightly. One gulp of the stuff couldn't hurt could it?
'I think I'm done drinking' That was what he had told Shania, he lowered the bottle and looked at it again. He wanted the drink, he was secluded from the others, he could have some.
'but I had made that promise.'He looked at the bottle a flash of anger running through him. 'what do I get for keeping that bloody promise anyway? We are in a situation far more fucked up than just needing to find a job. I don't get shit for taking a drink. I do not owe her my sanity, and it's not like I'm going to get anything as a reward for sticking by her.'
'But I would be disappointing her.' Emrie Growled because it was the truth and tossed the bottle as hard as he could away from him, smashing it against the back wall. He turned and exited the room. Just as Shania was getting help out of a dungeon.
"What did you find?" He asked trying not to sound too frustrated his hand still shaking. He was clearly a touch troubled after that, but could shake it off thimking it was mostly if not entirely the work of sea sickness. His hand steadied as he went to Shania's side, his hand landing softly comfortingly on her back, needing her to be close to him more out of his own need for a sense of a moral center than to actually comfort her, but at the same time she looked distressed and emotionally torn.
He glanced down towards the dungeon bars, and winced feeling something twist in his gut when he got wind of the smell. "Man the house of mouse is not gonna approve that one." He muttered under his breath. "This is starting to look like a horror film."
The sad thing was that Emrie recognized the smell of death, not intentionally, he had never killed anyone, but he had lived in a slum house with several other college aged kids, one of them had over dosed in a locked bathroom, and it had taken four days before anyone had noticed the door was locked.
The smell lingered in that house forever.
This was infinitely worse than that.
Down below decks Johns voice shouted out to the rest of the team. He had found the dynomite, and was starting to bring a bag of it back up to the rest of the team.
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Pocahontas would allow Emrie to take Shania. He seemed to need her more for one, but also ... he'd be able to help her out better. Fair enough. Theyweresiblings, so it was only natural they were closer with one another than herself or John. Although .... it did make her head briefly tilt.
Are they sure they aren't lovers?
The two had insisted otherwise. But scenes like this? Well ... it was easy to mistake them for a brother and sister. Their actions, particularly when it came to comforting and being close, mimicked lovers more so than siblings.
Whatever. It wasn't for her to judge. But it wouldn't stop Pocahontas from being curious on the matter. Luckily for them, she wouldn't be around too long to dwell on the idea. The moment she heard John, she hurried down to help him gather some of the dynamite. It'd likely be quicker with another person helping out.
Shania would wait until the princess was out of sight and, preferably, ear shot before replying in stammers, "S-So ... remind me again. Kefka ... was he ... into .... really fucked up shit? Like ... vivisecting? Experiments? Because that's exactly what's down there. And I mean ... yes, this is a crappy time for medicine, but just .... "
Shania looked over to her brother, her own body and voice beginning to tremble, "Emrie, that's a whole different level of fucked up. How the hell are we supposed to do this again? To deal with someone who goes tothosekinds of extremes? Emrie, I .... I'm fucking scared. Ireallywanna go home now."
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Emrie Young & John Smith & Kefka
"It's implied he did worse." He said softly in answer to his sisters question. he had no idea how to answer the rest of the problem how did they fight someone like this? He had no answers to be sure. When she said that she was scared he agreed, his body was shivering slightly and he was just wanting to get out of this world, go back to his own life where things like this didn't exist, or at least were far far away from here.
He held his sister a little tighter. He hadn't wanted to talk about it, but Kefka's appetite wasn't just about destruction. He had seen plenty of art, and posts, and even in the game details hinted about what he had done to Terra. The main character of the game whom Kefka had held as a mind slave for years before the events of the game.
But that would only make things so much worse. "I know... I want to go home too."
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Down below decks John was glad to have pocahontas's help as he was lifting the dynamite out of boxes. It had been wrapped in cloths that had kept it dry in the damp hold. He looked to her, a small smile on his lips, as he passed it too her. "This should be enough... I hope." He said taking his own couple of bundles. and leaving the rest of the crate that neither of them could carry.
As he started to walk towards the exit, the ship was suddenly rocked his body slid along the floor and he tripped falling ontop of Pocahontas for a moment. He held her for a moment, wanting to kiss her just because the landing position had been fortuitous but he knew the immediate danger they were in.
"We need to run." John said softly, wanting to grab the siblings and get the hell out of here.
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"I can help with that!" The voice called out from the docks was loud, booming, and somewhat offsetting, Emrie held his sister all the tighter as he heard the tone.
The side of the ship rocked for a moment, as a wall of water rammed the side of the boat rocking it, before it froze in place creating a staircase of ice as the click of boots hit the ground. A man, that wasn't really a man walked aboard the ship. His figure was ghastly, pale, his build lacked real muscle, he seemed sickly as he walked, yet he did so with a great amount of grace.
Kefka was mismatched, his clothing wild and colorful, he bowed slightly his lips an unnatural purple curved into a menacing smile. "I can send you two away if you so desire."
"Dimensional travel it's weird little quirks, I can see the threads that are keeping you two tied to this world, it's very weak a talented esper like myself can cut those threads with ease. All i'd ask in return is... a small favor or two." His yellow piercing eyes were locked towards Shania, looking over her body. "I'm rather tired of all the men i've gotten to play with."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
"Worse?" Shania repeated, both wanting to have a better explanation with that response and ... not all the same. It likelywasas bad as she was assuming, and even on the off-chance that wasn't the case? She didn't really need to see or hear much more. At this point, she was ready to just return. Even at the risk of looking and feeling like a huge coward.
We're just not ready. This is my fault ... I pushed for us to come here too soon. We had time. We could have gotten at least more ... everything! Clothes, literally almost everything!
Her head turned towards the only true source that had kept her here to begin with. The only controllable one, she supposed; her love and simultaneous fear for the two people going and looking for the dynamite. This world had suffered far enough. But the honest to gods truth was they couldnothelp out. Not as they were and with next to nothing.
"If ... we wanna go though, we should at least .... agh!"
Shania yelped, her arms wrapping tighter against Emrie as the ship suddenly shuddered and shook violently.
Downstairs, Pocahontas let her own shocked gasp out. Some of the explosives even fell out of her grip, just because of how sudden the impact had been. Her mindset had been the opposite; intimate actions could come later. First and foremost were the siblings. Especially because ... whatever had hit the ship hadn't been natural. They were anchored down, like John had pointed out. So it wasn't like they'd hit something in the water.
"Yes, let's ... "
But then ... something bright and white seemed to coat the stairs. Her head tilted as Pocahontas leaned down and touched a bit of it. It was cold ... freezing, even. It made her shiver and pull her hand quickly away, looking over towards John in confusion. "What's this?" she asked.
Shania, meanwhile, didn't immediately look up as the new voice echoed in her ears. She didn'twantto lift her head and see the very man they were somehow supposed to stop mere inches away.
And yet ... she ended up caving in, if only to better understand who was speaking to them.
Oh god ...
While not as knowledgeable as her brother, she had done enough Google image searches to know who was who as far as appearances went. Especially with the characters that were important, both pro and antagonists alike. So she knew, without Emrie telling her, that they were indeed looking right at Kefka Palazzo. In the goddamned flesh, at that matter.
Shania scooted even closer, her body practically pressed against her brother's side as Kefka's eyes looked right at her.
"Don't stare at me like that, you creepy bastard."
Her head shook firmly, eyes narrowing even, as she shot, "You truly are out of your mind if you think I'd ever agree to that."
Even if they weren't sexual favors, it wouldn't be much better. The room down below had been a good enough indication of that much.
"You probably are being truthful when you say you really can send us back. But I'd rather find an alternative way than doinganythingfor you."
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Emrie Young & John Smith & Kefka
"Oh you see that was the kindest offer I was going to give you." Kefka couldn't help but laugh, it was something Emrie had heard a number of times before in the games. Kefka's laugh was iconic because it was technicallly the first ever instance of spoken dialog in a consol game. But hearing it in the real world, made Emrie shiver, the cackle was more mad, slightly girlish, insane and had a slight giggle to it. The man was genuinely happy.
When they got back to their world, if they got they got back, Emrie was going to personally hunt down every copy of FFVI he could find and smash it with a hammer.
He swallowed but stepped forward for a moment, pushing his younger sister behind him. He knew Kefka better than most people, He wasn't going to let the mad man anywhere near Shania.
"Oh come now you can't stop me, you don't belong here. Here watch." Kefka threw his arm forward and opened his palm, immediately to his will fire sprang forth and formed twin lines dancing across the deck of the ship burning the air, as it encircled the siblings Heating everything, for a few seconds every breath Emrie took burned his lungs and felt like he was going to sufficate. The fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt helped him because he felt flecks of flame land on his body, if he was wearing fabric he probably would have been burned. He instinctively raised his arms to protect his eyes from the bright light.
And then just as soon as it had started Kefka had closed his hand and the world returned to it's normal color, the air around them steamed, the ground next to them was burned deep black scars ran through the ground with small flickering embers making the ground more than a little uncomfortable for their bare feet.
Emrie coughed for a moment feeling his lungs forcibly push out the smoke he had inhaled. He wasn't entirely sure if that fire would have killed the two of them if it had been a direct hit, but one thing was clear, Kefka was clowning around with the two of them.
"Damn it." How were they supposed to fight that? The idea of running, going for the side of the ship, jumping into the ocean wasn't even sound. "How do we fight that."
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"Nothing good." John said in regard to the ice. He moved to touch it, and found it painful to even touch with his bare hands. he looked to Pocahontas who was barefoot. His boots weren't thick but it was better than anything she had. "The only man who could do this is Kefka, he's here."
John swallowed, but gathered his courage, he moved to pick up Pocahontas, lifting her bridal style. "we need to get to the siblings. Hold on."
He started to walk up the stairs, keeping his balance while holding her. His feet hurt even through his boots, the ground didn't crack, and the ice seemed to be re-freezing. The entire hallway was getting colder and colder. He had heard of the demons magical abilities, but until now he hadn't really seen anything like this. "Take my gun."
"When we get to the top, shoot him." He had gone over how the weapon worked with her, but she had never actually shot anything with it before so this was new territory and it wasn't like he was giving her stable grounds to aim, but if the two didn't work together than they were all gonna die.
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
"The hell with him! Let's just go!"
That was what Shaniawantedto say. But then ... would it be wise to turn their back to a man like Kefka? Not likely. Shania grimaced, bowing her head as she tried to think. Standing here surely couldn't be much better ... but her earlier train of thought didn't shift, either. Running would be just as dangerous. Even if that was to the side of the boat and into the ocean.
Is there nothing we can do?
"Emrie, what do we ... ??"
Shania's question would be unfinished, interrupted by the smoke and flames taunting their bodies. It was accidental, of course. Unfortunately, it didn't change that Shania had taken a breath when the magic appeared, causing a lot of the smoke to enter her lungs. Her eyes widened as she fell straight to her knees.
Both brother and sister were gasping, coughing, and desperately wheezing. Trying to get a break ... or some more clean oxygen to their lungs. Likely both.
But it felt like no such opportunity was going to arrive.
Is ... this really how we die? Like this?
Shania shivered, feeling her body fighting to do a typically easy function while avoiding the pain on the bottom of her feet. Somewhere in between trying to catch her breath and avoiding getting split apart from her brother, Shania's eyes had shut.
" ... Shoot him?" Pocahontas repeated incredulously. Sure, she'd seen John use it. Typically against game or animals to hunt. But he was talking about doing so against a person.
Admittedly, thathadbeen why Pocahontas took Kocoum's knife. Despite never having personally seen, met, nor heard of Kefka prior to Shania and Emrie's arrival, one thing was deduced. Whomever had killed her tribe and Grandmother Willow was obviously a dangerous person. That theory was swiftly proven to beverytrue once the two finally arrived at the top.
Pocahontas had originally been shivering simply from the cold temperature.
Now, however, it was fear for the siblings - and maybe their only hope at getting Jamestown back to a somewhat normal life again.
She didn't like this. However, as Pocahontas rose the gun and took aim, she made a compromise with herself. Shoot to injure, not kill, perhaps? Hell, even a warning shot would suffice, wouldn't it? Something to get him to stop ... and thus allow the four of them to escape. Surely, that would be good enough.
It had to be, and at this rate forallof them. This was officially not just for her sake, nor hers and John's. Now the other two Natives were part of the equation.
"Both eyes open," she murmured, remembering the advice John had given her time and time again. She counted silently down from three ....
BANG!
As quickly as Shania and Emrie had been surrounded by flames and smoke, it all finally - if not suddenly - vanished. Had he disappeared? Gotten sick of messing around?
A glance upward from Shania revealed no. Was the answer a better or worse revelation? Shania had no idea.
She just knew a bit of blood was falling atop the wooden boards of the ship. Kefka's blood which was ... reassuring in its own rights. It meant he was indeed mortal. Slowly, she looked over her shoulders ... and couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and amazement. " ... Poc-Pocahontas?" she asked in between struggling gasps and pants.
"Get away from them. Them and Jamestown, for that matter. Have you not gotten ... ??"
Only to stop midway and alter her original thoughts, "No ... even if you have, just leave. We don't want anymore trouble. You've taken more than enough. Just go away."
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Emrie Young & John Smith & Kefka
The bang cracked through the air just as the siblings were starting to loose the ability to stand. Emrie was still on his feet, but his entire body was shaking, he saw the drips of crimson, and Kefka regarding his own out stretched arm. An arm that now had a hole in it.
John used the moment of silence to put Pocahontas down on the ground and shake off the cold he felt from the hallway down below, now that they were on the open air, he was reminded that it was late afternoon, the sun was at it's zenith point and he was immediately starting to feel the difference to that warmth.
Kefka looked at his hand, regarding the hole that had been shot into his arm, the man felt pain, and looked over himself with an odd sort of fascination.
He turned towards the woman whom had shot him holding the riffle, telling him to get away from everyone, and Kefka started to laugh. His mad cackles filled the air, and John found himself shivering again, just not from the cold this time. He was a hardened soldier he had fought in a number of battles, and he had never seen a man react to being shot with laughter.
"Really? You get one shot and you wound me?" His tone said everything, the fact that he was hit was hysterical. He danced on the spot his feet pounding into the ground for a moment with his odd colored boots, as he shivered in pleasant delight he turned towards her. "I've been looking for you."
"Tsk, tsk, my dear, when you shoot someone who is unaware of you, your supposed to aim for the head, don't worry it's not a mistake any of you will get to make twice." His voice was almost sing songish as he moved about the place.
"Run!" Emrie commanded, he grabbed his sister, pulling her to her feet, he didn't know how they would fair, but there was no way any of them were gonna be able too hurt this man. All the gun shot had done was piss him off. Emrie could see it, undernieth all the jovial dancing. Those yellow eyes that tone of voice it was a play.
Kefka was pissed.
Water started to form, almost immediately like a bubble around them. Emrie tried to reach out and push Shania so that his sister would be spared, but there was nothing he could do, he was powerless to stop any of it. John managed to grab a knife of his own before the air around him became water, the metal pounded against the bubble but it neither stretched nor broke, it was like trying to stab against metal.
The water kept forming around them like a prison, a thick bubble that became harder to move in, filling slowly with water. Kefka was no longer dancing the man was focusing on the prisons.
"Don't worry... I won't kill the women, it's been a long time since I cut up one of them into tiny pieces." He was glaring at Pocahontas. "my bed hasn't had company in a long time either, so i'm sure one of you will be useful for that."
"The men though I'm afraid I have no use for such Cadavers."
Emrie had to take a deep breath of air, before he was fully engulfed, the world around him muting, as he tried to think, something anything that would call to this... why was he here? he couldn't have been thrown at this just to die. Heroes in stories didn't die to villains.
Why were he and his sister special?
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
"Shania! Emrie! Come on!"
The silence was ... very nerve-wracking. Although Pocahontas couldn't read minds nor knew fully well what kind of person Kefka was, shecouldcomprehend atmospheres, as well as said moods. Right now, it had just gottenincrediblytense. And that hadn't been felt by the princess untilaftershe succeeded in shooting Kefka's arm.
"Come on! We need to go! Both of you!"
It wouldn't be until she felt herself back up on her feet that Shania finally returned to the here and now. She took note of everything - from Pocahontas' pleas to her brother guiding them away. Probably to finally take a chance and abandon the ship. But the other thing she couldn't help but notice ...was Kefka actually dancing?
"What does that mean?" she whispered to Emrie. "That's not just for the hell of it ... is it?"
Before she could get a reply though, she was shoved away in a vain, but valiant, effort to keep herself from the same fate that happened seconds later.
"EMRIE! AHHH!"
The cold water startled Shania more than much else. She could swim, most definitely. But Shania being able to swim whilst in trapped space? That ... was another story. And it was what made her instincts kick in as she pounded against the bubble, wincing as a sensation similar to glass painfully throbbed against her fists.
"John!"
Like Shania, Pocahontas could swim with ease. But when she saw even a knife was doing nothing ... she made no move to grab for Kocoum's dagger. The princess glared furiously at the implications of what Kefka had in mind, her back eventually pressed against one end of the bubble.
"Wait, wait, fine! Name your favor! Just don't kill him, please. Stop .... NO!"
There it was. The final hint neither John nor her brother would be shown any mercy. Shania whimpered, her head bowing as she stared at her hands. Her body trembled violently as she looked between the other bubbles and glanced up towards the sky.
Why? Why like this? Why against one of the few bastards who actually succeeded as a fucking villain?!
Shania's fists clenched tightly, her internal thoughts having turned into full-fledged screams at this point.
IF WE GOT HERE, THIS CAN'T BE A GODDAMN SET UP! WE CAN'T DIE LIKE THIS, CAN WE?!
It'd be faint to Emrie, but Kefka could definitely feel from the confines of Shania's bubble a new aura. What started as a weak tinge of power grew more and more, seeming to strengthen as each angry thought echoed in her head. Of course, it wasn't nearly as powerful or intimidating compared to Kefka's. Still, all things considered - including the fact no such sensation had existed before - it was definitely new. Something to note, if nothing else.
"Please stop. Spare them, please .... " Shania begged again. She remained quiet for a few more seconds before hastily adding, "You can even take me back! For your ... company. Just don't kill them, please ... "
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Emrie Young & John Smith & Kefka
"Oh no chance dear." Kefka said his tone jovial as he walked up to the sphere that held Shania. Something about it was peaking his curiosity, he wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but he wanted to observe it closely. "I told you at the start that my opening offer was me at my nicest, now you get to watch them die."
Emrie kept himself as calm as possible. struggling thrashing would only draw out the air in his lungs make him need to breath more. He needed to focus, his eyes were closed, he had to last, every second was important at this point. He needed something, something that would keep him afloat and awake. The sphere had enough space for him to keep his arms and legs completely spread out. So at least he was... well he wouldn't call it comfortable.
John on the other hand was thrashing, a panic ran through him and he was still trying to use the knife to cut at the sphere of water, thrashing and in doing so the edges of his vision were fading, he coughed and felt air escape his lungs. Water washing back into his mouth, and just like that he was drowning, struggling to take a breath, gagging against the water and finding no respite.
Emrie on the other hand was focusing. There was an energy about him, he could feel it, small tethered lines.
Was that what Kefka had talked about the strings that connected people to the world? Maybe it was just the water playing tricks on his mind, maybe he was just delirious, but with the sphere of water like it was, he couldn't hear the outside world, so everything all of his energy all of his focus was inward.
"Oh trust me, there is going to be plenty of time for that and you will love it, but right now you really should just sit back and watch the show, maybe say your goodbyes, not that they can hear you in there." He laughed his maniacal persona returning after his anger had seemingly passed.
The last of his air was leaving him now, Emrie wasn't sure how many seconds he was able to hold out, the ice water had been crushing him for who knew how long. His lungs were burning. But he was certain he was onto something.
He could feel something, not just from the ice water, but something else, his eyes turned towards Shania forcing them open so that he could look at her one more time.
John was still moving, still suffocating, drowning, but it would stop soon, the muscles growing colder.
Kefka smiled towards Shania. "Beautiful isn't it, this is one of those moments you will get to replay in your head every single day for the rest of your life, so really drink it in, take your time to appreciate it."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
"Get away from her!"
Pocahontas grimaced, advancing as far as her prison would allow. She looked frantically around, feeling as hopeless as she had when Grandmother Willow was murdered. She couldn't juststandthere. And yet ... if the sight of John was anything to go off of, Kocoum's knife wouldn't fare any better. It'd be worse ... wouldn't it?
Still ... better to try and fail than not make an effort.
Especially while her own jail wasn't nearly as full as those of the men's.
She reached down and pulled the blade out, slamming it as hard as she could with every ounce of strength.
Emrie ... John ... Pocahontas. This .... this is all my fault. I ...
Shania slumped down onto her rear once again. Shame started to mingle in with the increasing anger and even humiliation. She'd rushed this whole 'rescue' mission. Even if time was a bit hard pressed, she atleastcould have allowed herself and Emrie to go in with more than they'd ended up taking.
Now ... evenifthey somehow got out, he could die from more than drowning. Hypothermia, for example. Him and John both. Their death ... it would be all on Shania's hands.
"Go away," she whimpered, scooting as far back from the clown as the Iroquois could. Despite not being in danger of drowning, it almost felt as if her own life was ... flashing? Fast forwarding? It was definitely doingsomethingodd. Was it even her life? The more Shania focused on the odd feeling, the more she realized ... it was ... something else.
Me?
Sorta. The short answer was yes. The longer one was ... harder to pinpoint. At least as far as 'how' or 'why' this was happening. But she, too, went back to remembering Kefka saying something about threads. Was this what he'd meant? Also ... he knew they were from a completely different dimension?
Her head lifted, revealing furious, terrified tears streaming down her face as she stared at Kefka.
"You're disgusting! A monster! How can you live with yourself?"
Shania shook her head defiantly, refusing to look over towards John and Emrie.
"I'm not giving you what you want ... "
Are you changing the movies too?
What do you mean?
Well ... if anyone in the real world was - or is - watching the Disney film, are they seeing what's happening right here?
No! Fuck no! That's too fucked up!
And yet, she had come into Jamestown finding almost everyone dead. Already, the moviewouldbe very different ... if her guess was correct. Her hands gripped some of her raven locks, squeezing down tightly on them. Literally looking like she may rip some strands out from realizing she may also be at fault for changing the canon version of these fandoms. The original had been rated a G. Was shereallygoing to be why it may shift to PG-13, if not R?
No, no, no, no! I don't want this! Someone help! Make this stop, please! There had to be a mistake!
The tears fell even faster. Shania's head felt like it was spinning ... as if her prison were more full of water than it actually was, and now she was - once again - struggling to breathe. She wasn't just getting desperate, she was losing sanity with each second that ticked away. Her chest rapidly rose and fell as Shania visibly hyperventilated.
What do I do? What do I do? WHAT DO I DO?!
"Emrie, I ... I can't .... I .... "
Now she did pull, yanking a few onyx strands out in the process. But that was fine. Compared to the pain she was feeling with knowing there was nothing that could be done to save her brother or John ... losing some hair was tame.
"No more. Please, stop .... "
Who she was talking to was even her guess. Someone ... anyone. God existed here, didn't he? That was whom the British sang and hailed they sailed for; glory, God, gold, and the Virginia Company, so .... he was around. Wasn't he?
Andstill, nothing happened. No bright light enveloping them. No change of scenery, nor the bubbles disappearing like she'd wanted or half-expected. No other characters from any Disney film or even Final Fantasy game appeared to slay Kefka.
It was just the four of them. Stuck. Imprisoned.Dying.
"No. No, no, no, god no."
The same aura that had started out as faint was getting stronger. More powerful ... very likely due to the sea of emotions Shania was damn well nearly drowning in. If this were an anime or TV show, what started as a barely visible aura would becomemuchmore noticeable around the younger Iroquois.
"Not like this, no ... no .... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
As that last scream rang out, the bubbles all vanished. Simultaneously.
Shania blinked, looking incredulously around. But she didn't remain on her ass for too long, either. She scurried quickly over to Emrie, knelt down, and put one of her brother's arms over her shoulder. She glanced over, seeing that Pocahontas had wordlessly grabbed onto John and was holding him the exact same way.
"RUN!"
Thankfully, Shania didn't need to repeat the word, as Pocahontas had already been darting for the edge of the ship, with Shaniaveryclose behind the princess. And once they got to the side ... both jumped off, allowing themselves to collapse into the ocean. Neither woman, however, immediately re-emerged from under the waves.
Under the water, Pocahontas guided Shania so their heads would lightly touch the lower half of the canoe. Much like she'd done when playing in the lake with Nakoma at the beginning of the movie.
Shania shakily nodded, understanding why she'd done this instead. If they started immediately moving, Kefka could simply hurl spells at them. This way .. it allowed them to either make him think they'd drownedorresult in Kefka going to search for them. Regardless, it'd give them a chance to be clear and away from their foe. Once they were clear, they could get in the canoe and row away.
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Emrie Young & John Smith & Kefka
Emrie and John would feel their watery prisons break, droping to the ground like husks both of them lost focus as they started to cough up the water in their lungs, Emrie having taken in less was first to recover, but it didn't last long, He felt an arm grab him, and then suddenly they were being pulled and helped to jump over board.
From one watery prison into the frozen ocean with barely a second to catch their breath did not sit well with either man, but they understood that right now they needed to get away.
Kefka watched in a moment of dull surprise. He watched the girl overpower his spell, counter it, and for a moment watched as they gathered themselves up, He moved his hand to cast something a new, but was stopped by a sudden flash of pain from the gun shot wound that he had suffered knocking his concentration.
When they finally got to the air pocket and Emrie and John were able to finally take their first full breaths of air there was a moment of hacking coughs. John put his arm over one of the seats of the Canoe so he could better stay afloat as the stronger of them started to move the boat out of the way, and Emrie's entire body was shaking and cold.
Neither the sphere of water, or the ocean had been particularly warm for him, especially with nearly drowning. He looked at Shania, a soft smile on his lips. "Good counter spell."
Emrie's voice was weak, cracked, and oddly dry, sea water didn't exactly make for a good drink after all, but he recognized more or less what Shania had done. "It was just for a few moments while I was drowning, but I could see everything." He wasn't entirely sure how to explain it, the magic she had channeled, the way Kefka had manipulated the elements, he had seen and for a moment understood how it worked, but not much more than that.
Then when the water had broken all that understanding had left with the moment of panic that the air had given him.
John was coughing, still, but Looked to Pocahontas, a small smile on his face as he looked at her.
"Have I mentioned... that I love you?" He said softly, that had been one of the things he had realized while his life had been falling apart around him.
Emrie chuckled at that for a moment, it was a light moment after their near death experience, but neither of the men were able to steer the canoe the way it was. When they finally got out of the water far enough away from James town that the fear of being followed wasn't much. They flipped the boat. Emrie again offering his lap as a seat with his sister.
When they were sequestered and safe, he looked to his younger sister. "Proud of you." He muttered under his breath, his chest upon her back, his eyes sunken and tired, wanting to sleep, yet his arms held onto her for what warmth she could offer. His voice meant more for her to hear. "When we get back to camp. I want a fire."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Save for everyone treading water under the canoe, no other movements were made. Everyone kept using the wooden boat as a cover, keeping any and all talks barely audible. Only when they were sure enough Kefka had left to go look for them was the canoe pushed right-side up. Pocahontas would get in first between the two females, with a shivering Shania being helped in by the others.
"You ... I mean, you're not wrong, Emrie. It was a good counter-spell, but ... "
Pocahontas gently moved her head from side to side, placing a hand gently atop her shoulder.
"It wasn't a mistake. You need time to ... figure yourself out. How you can channel that power again. But aside from that? What just happened is proof we all need. Your guys' coming here was no accident, nor was getting rid of the bubbles."
"Okay ... fine. Let's assume you're right. That doesn't fix dealing with Kefka."
"One thing at a time. In its own rights, this is a very significant and huge accomplishment. One definitely worth celebrating."
It was clear Shania didn't feel nearly as optimistic. The look on her face said basically the exact opposite. All the same, she at least made an effort to try to heed everyone's words. Even nodding and turning to face her brother as he talked to her. "Thank you. I'm glad you're okay. That ... that really scared me."
Pocahontas, meanwhile, gave John a knowing grin as she nodded. "You have, yes. But it's always nice to hear it again." One oar would be held in her arm while she gave John the other. "Don't worry, Emrie. A fire was a given. The ice Kefka used to keep us from getting as quickly to you guys .... it got cold all around us. Ice isn't something we usually get much of in Jamestown."
Finally, Shania chuckled softly, resulting in Pocahontas raising an eyebrow whilst guiding the canoe to another camp.
"Then you wouldn't like our world much, I doubt. Global warming's a thing. So places that don't usually experience snow or other types of temperatures ... well, too bad. You're getting unexpected weather, regardless of if you like it or not. I'm pretty sure that in recent years, Jamestown - or at least Virginia in general - has had its fair share of snow."
"So where do you live, anyway? Is it where the Iroquois used to reside?"
Shania nodded, "Mhm. It's referred to as the New England area in this time line, but eventually - before and after the Revolutionary War - states in that exact bit of land are formed and given different names. We live in the one called New York." She then nodded towards John, "That also could have been why you noted our surnames having a British feel to it. I know York is associated with Britain, so ... that sorta applies to the United States as well. Even though we do win our independence from the United Kingdom - another name Britain goes by - we don't get rid of words or terminology that has their roots in them, so to speak. There's a lot of diversity like that all over the country, in fact."
"So ... you have a lot of cultures?"
"Basically, yeah. That's the easiest way to say it."
The rest of the ride would be much calmer and quieter. Although the finding of Magicite had failed, as was the process of destroying it, everyone was seeming to agree with one thing. They would take their blessings. Namely the one that allowed them to leave that ship alive and ... mostly well.
Much like Pocahontas had hinted, this new site was indeed smaller than the last one. But, also like she'd promised, there were indeed enough huts. Everyone would be led straight to a fire pit, where Pocahontas wasted little time using two sticks and rubbing them hastily against each other.
Thankfully, it seemed that despite the method being very archaic, it still worked even in this era. Within minutes, what started as a small fire grew. Not as large compared to a bonfire, but more than enough warmth was offered to everyone.
"Is that ... enough?" Pocahontas offered, "Or does anyone want an extra blanket?"
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Emrie Young & John Smith
"It's a start if we can counter his magic than he's just flesh." Emrie said in regards to destroying Kefka. And he was under no illusion that Kefka could be spared. Not after what just happened, and not from what he had known about him from the game. The man was a monster with a capital M, and seeing him in person had been a giant SNAFU.
That said he tried to listen to the conversation the woman were having. John took the paddle and started to work his end of the boat even if his movements were a touch lathargic as well. Which happens when someone nearly drowns. "So wait, you're saying the empire falls?" To John that sounded impossible.
The British commonwealth had colonies all over the world, the sun simply didn't set on the British empire. Yet here he was being told that someone fought a war against brittain and won.
Emrie decided to chip in a little bit of what he knew from the internet. "Well basically Brittian spends about 40 years being at war with everyone, and winning, but eventually she can't pay for all the wars. Their is some taxation problems, and John, if you want too have a fortune in the future, invest early in the south seas trading company, and then in 1720 get the hell out while it's good."
John paused for a moment. "That's more than a hundred years from now."
"Oh... well then..." Emrie shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry time is very fickle, that's even assuming that your world and our world will share a common history, between the discovery of magic on your shores, and all the damage Kefka has done who knows how your world will look when it is our time."
It wasn't like they could bring the two back to their world, or at least that was the thought he had. If they could how the hell would they end up housing and feeding them, let alone what work a disney princess would get in the real world... There was always the bar, but something told him Pocahontas would take offense to the very suggestion. Not to mention what his sister would do to him if he mentioned it.
Upon reaching the camp site, Emrie pulled an Emrie. He wanted out of his current clothing, and it didn't really matter who was around. Pulling off his long ruined pants, between the fire, the hole in in the leg from being shot, and now being soaked the fabric was uncomfortable, and sagging, and it revealed that while he had put on pants to come to this world, Emrie hand't exactly put on boxers.
He shivered and grabbed a blanket after setting out his pants to dry near the fire. "Have you no shame man! there are ladies around."
"Nope." Emrie said back with a smile as he took the extra blanket as offered and stationed himself near the fire. "I don't really. Nudity in our time is not exactly common place, but I lived in a single bedroom apartment with four other people, I'm basically just kinda trained not to care."
He sat close to Shania. "In all honesty, y'all should probably do the same, we are all soaked through to the bone, tired and hurting, staying in bad clothes will only make us sick in the long run." Emrie spoke more matter of fact, he leaned back looking at the sky, but he was still very clearly shivering.
"Absolutely not." John said. "It's indecent for a man to be undressed near a member of the fairer gender. It's not proper of a gentleman."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Pocahontas nodded, glad to hear at least one of the siblings hadn't succumbed to despair. "Exactly! Wait ... just flesh? Why wouldn't he be?"
"Because at one point, he becomes a god. Somehow. I guess though .... it is true. The counter-spell plus the bullet actually hurting him are indeed ample proof he hasn't succeeded with that just yet."
"A ... god? Like ... how we worship rain and medicine gods?"
"Exactly, yep."
"That's a terrifying thought."
"That's probably the real point and concept behind immortality. Thankfully, no one in our world has achieved such a status. But .... in fictional places like where Kefka is usually from? That's what a lot of villains want. Very few, though, have truly succeeded. Even fewer have done so without a cost of some sort like there should be. Like ... one guy from a completely different book and movie series split his soul into seven pieces and put them into specific items."
"Split ... his soul? But .... how? How could he do that more than once?"
Shania shrugged.
"Rowling didn't do a good job with explaining certain bits. That was one of them. It's simply implied it was very painfully done which ... no kidding. Anyway, the items he put his soul into get destroyed eventually, so he loses his immortality. Usually, stuff like that happens. I ... don't think that was what took Kefka down."
Her head tilted as everyone seemed to look at Emrie.
"So .... aside from a high level party and the easy to guess stuff, whatdidbeat him? Did he even lose his status as a god, or ... how'd that go? We've gotten hints, but not the full story. Maybe now would be the time to get that all settled."
Before that topic could be discussed in more detail, though .... Emrie did something Shania should have expected, and thus warned the others about. Strip.
"Emrie! Could you atleasthave given a warning?!"
Yet despite her words, she finally chuckled softly, her own head nodding. "He's ... very much without shame. Sorry John, Pocahontas. I really am. And yet .... "
Shania sighed, "He's ... not wrong, either. If we do stay like this ... we will have a really high risk of getting pneumonia, a cold, or something else just as devastating. Particularly with the lack of medicine."
Shania bit her lip, looking between the discarded pants and herself ... before slowly looking over towards Pocahontas. Whom, poor princess, was staring in shock at Emrie.
"Pocahontas? Umm ... the tents ... are they made so anything could be hung up? I'm assuming you havesomeway of washing your clothes, yes?"
"We ... we do, yes." Thankfully, the sister had succeeded in snapping Pocahontas out of her trance. "Wanna ... come with me, then?" After seeing Shania nod, Pocahontas stood up, though not before placing a hand on John's shoulder. "They're both probably right, John. Us staying like this ... it won't be any good. You probably should do the same ... even if you wanna be more discreet about it. It's recommended. Either way .... I'm going to help Shania hang their clothes up and .... "
Pocahontas took a moment to steel herself, knowing what she was about to say was the right thing. Just ... an odd thought. She'd never really felt shame about this; but then again, she'd never let anyone know she was going to be nude before.
"I'll do the same myself, actually. I appreciate the attempt to keep being a gentleman, but considering the implications that were heard regarding what Kefka intended to do with us? It umm ... this may be one of those moments where being smarter outweighs chivalry."
After lightly patting his shoulder, the two walked away, with Shania holding onto Emrie's sweatpants. Well ... hers, technically ... but that didn't matter. She was letting him use those, so - even if for now - they were 'his', so to speak. They would walk into one of the further away tents, where Pocahontas pointed to the wood hovering near the top.
"Those ... would probably be the best to use."
Luckily, there were at least two more, so those could be used for sleeping while this was restricted to keeping clothes kept and allowed to dry.
"You know, if I made you uncomfortable or anything, you don't have to ... "
By the time Shania looked over, Pocahontas had already reached back and pulled her top off. Her cheeks flushed and ... Shania knew she just had to do this. Even if only to get it off her chest ... almost literally, at that rate. "You umm ... I've always thought you were beautiful, honestly. John's lucky to have you."
Now Pocahontas took her turn to giggle, "You make it sound like we've done a lot of passionate things. .... Do we partake in such things?"
"Not a lot, but some."
It was the best way to be honest yet still hide some of the more .... explicit details away. In the historical version? They didn't get together. And even though it applied to the sequel and prequel ... it at least gave a more tame explanation on how things went the way they really did.
Besides, with the way their world has turned out ... maybe they can get the chance they were denied?
Shania wouldn't mind. It was helping keep her hormones in check despite being in front of her favorite Disney princess. She'd never thought of herself as bisexual, but right here and now? Oh, sheknewshe had to be, even if only a little bit.
"Well? You gonna join me?"
Shania found herself now looking at the other Native woman basically nude. A skin made from what seemed to be a bear was covering her; but given everything else hanging up - even her mother's necklace - it didn't leave anything to the imagination. Shania knew, despite not seeing it for herself, that Pocahontas was otherwise nude.
"Yeah. Sorry .... "
"You're beautiful also, Shania."
The Iroquois blushed, merely able to only nod in response. When Pocahontas saw Shania's bra, her head tilted again. "What's that?"
"The most annoying - but essential - thing created for women. It's called a bra. It ... well, it supports your breasts."
"Annoying? It sounds useful."
"Oh, it is. But .... some versions are uncomfortable. Mainly ones with wires."
"Got a preference?"
"For?" Shania would be half-way out of her jeans and take note of Pocahontas pointing behind her. Specifically, towards several more fur-made blankets. One clearly from a fox, one a wolf, and a third that was from .... a rabbit? Likely quite a few, as common sense implied using all of the skin from just one wouldn't be big enough to cover a full-grown person. "Probably rabbit. I doubt any of the guys would be able to handle that."
Pocahontas grinned, handing it over ... before shifting her gaze at something else. "You ... don't have any hair there?"
Shania didn't normally have the urge to faint, but there it was. Her face almost immediately went red, "Um ... mind if we have that talk later? I don't wanna keep them waiting forever." A sigh of relief resounded as she saw Pocahontas offer an affirmative nod, seeming to understand they'd already been gone for quite a while as it was.
"Hope you're ready! We're coming back!" Pocahontas called out.
Her right arm would firmly keep her own blanket shut. A still somewhat blushing Shania walked out beside her. Meanwhile, each woman had one of the remaining blankets draped over their own.
"You bothshouldat least take these, regardless of whether you keep your clothing on or not. So ... who wants which?" Pocahontas inquired.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
As the ladies departed Emrie just smirked at John, the thought of being naked around two beautiful women was of course very appealing to Emrie, but far more satisfying was the fact that Shania had just told the man he was right followed by a vote of confidence by Pocahontas. That was far more satisfying.
John seemed frustrated for a moment, and then started to work pulling off his drenched shirt, followed by the mans jeans and long johns, The britishman had a few different under layers, but once they were all shed Emrie couldn't help but chuckle for a moment.
"It's cold." John said as he sat next to the fire, now naked and pale. Blond body hair displayed through out his body, unlike Emrie's body which was more maintained. A lack of chest hair marked the native male, which lead down to a trimmed and well kept cock hair. where John had a rather thick never shaved bush of blond hair.
"No, no i'm sure it's average for your era, it's just well... I've never actually seen an uncut cock before." Emrie said not really paying attention. "In my time a doctor way back started making outrageous claims, like 'bigger' 'more pleasureful for women' 'more sanitary' the claims were never really looked into and by now it's actually rare to see someone with a foreskin."
To prove his point he showed his own. "Infants still die when they do that, it's considered unhealthy right now."
"Yeah I get it, no worries, you don't have to defend your manhood with me man, was just observing."
"You really don't have any shame." John shook his head in disbelief.
"Why should I?" Emrie said. "The human body is amazing, it's not something that needs to be hidden, and I have no compulsion to hide myself. I'm not exactly a nudist, but I also have no problem with the way I am."
The girls shouted that they were coming back, and that there was need to brace themselves. "I got john out of his stuff!" He called back to the two women.
When they walked back and offered blankets Emrie took the fox skin rug, while John took a wolf. Emrie reached out for a moment touching the soft bunny fur of Shania's blanket. "Wow... okay I think Cruela was onto something, fur feels great."
With the blankets covering them, and finally out of the wet clothing, Emrie was watching the sky for a moment, the sun was still high enough that it was warm in the air, and he was still shivering. His eyes occasionally would wonder towards his sister, and Pocahontas's bodies, but for the most part he was laying back trying to recover. His eyes would wonder back to Shania. today was almost his last day on this planet, there were things he wanted to do, talk about, but where were the words that he was looking for? it was difficult in the current situation.
John stood up, for a moment, though he tried to keep himself contained with his blanket, he was in a postion that was uncomfortable for him, and it showed, his cock erecting just because it was close to two beautiful women whom were naked, his old time morals told him that he should at least be near the tent, away from the women of the team, but in standing up to move he remembered why they were all huddled around the fire to begin with, as he was still a bit weak. Sitting down came slower to him than it should have. He looked towards Pocahontas, his support and pillar over everything that had happened. John moved a touch closer to her. "What other worlds do you know of?"
Emrie blinked looking at the sky. "I'm not sure. We know at least four have to exist now. This one, lets call it the new world, then there is the one Kefka came from. When we started we were approached by two messengers both from different places where magic existed in various levels. The only thing that really unites everything here is magic."
Emrie held out a hand. "If I had to explain it, when I was drowning I saw it all, the flow of how magic worked. It's like a stream or river, the constant flow of energy, and I saw the strings that Kefka was pulling to do his magic." He focused, though the task was difficult, when he closed his eyes it wasn't impossible to recreate that feeling, He breathed deeply, focusing on the strings.
"Elemental stuff, was just Kefka pulling a string, moving the energy from one place to another, like this." Emrie held his hand out, and the fire that they were sitting next too, moved to his command, as Emrie stayed calm the small amount of fire he had picked up rested in his hand. The embers beating like a small heart beat. It was however very hot, and didn't last too long though he did hold the fire safely, after a few seconds it vanished from his grip.
"It's a spark, just not sure how to... use it yet." Emrie said softly. His eyes closed he felt more calm now.
When Emrie opened his eyes he was sure that what he was about to ask would be rejected but he knew he had to ask if today was going to be the last one he wanted no secrets. "Shania tonight would you make love with me?" His eyes searched out hers to see her reaction and to show he was serious about the question.
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Well now ....
A small smirk of amusement crossed Pocahontas' face as she took note that John actually had stripped. Interesting, for sure. He could have his stubborn moments, much like she could. So it was interesting to see the English explorer cave in. He likely did it because it was the right thing to do, particularly if there were medical concerns like Shania voiced.
Still ... this hadn't been the sight she expected to return to.
After handing John the wolf fur, Pocahontas leaned down and hurried off to hang John's clothes up. Immediately afterwards though, the princess rejoined the others. All four seemed to wear a similar look, and it held the unspoken question of 'now what?' still lingering in the four individuals' eyes.
"Not with puppies," Shania bitterly replied, her head shaking quickly as the101 Dalmatiansreference was brought up. A soft chuckle replaced the annoyed tone as she simply explained, "Another movie back in my world."
"You have a lot, huh?"
"Literally thousands. Hundreds of thousands, to be more precise. But yes, yes we do."
Shania would tilt her hand as John inquired about worlds and Emrie spoke up. "Like you said, those are messengers. As far as whether they're all where we'll go ... that we don't know. It's a bit of a wild card in that regard. I think the best bet, John, is we have guesses. Anything truly definite? Nope."
Finally, Emrie spoke up about managing to understand - even if only with the bare minimum - how their magic worked. Shania grinned, scooting closer and looking hopefully at her brother. If Pocahontas took note of John's hard on, she wasn't paying attention. Not out of disrespect, but Emrie was on the right track. The immediate concern was dealing with Kefka and figuring out how to defeat him.
Especially considering they had failed in finding any Magicite to start with.
"Lemme see ... " Shania murmured, holding her own hand out, with the palm facing upward. She took a moment, ten seconds at most, and chose an element. Water ... it was typically calming. She'd always had an odd fascination with the liquid; something that didn't hit her until her eyes closed and she took the time and effort to think back on it. From waterfalls to hot springs, almost any location that had some significant - or intriguing, at the very least - body of water tended to grab her attention in some form or fashion.
When the same aura registered, Shania opened one eye, looking at a pleased-looking Pocahontas.
"This though ... there's no way this is nearly enough. We're gonna need a lot more to actually direlywoundKefka."
"But it's a start!" Pocahontas tried to reassure Shania, who slowly nodded.
"I mean ... it is, but ... "
And that was when Emrie's priorities all but crashed. Veered very off course. Shania glanced over at her brother in shock and disbelief. "You're joking ... right? Did ... did you not hear what Pocahontas hinted earlier? Kefka already broughtthatimplication up not long ago. What? You wanna beat him in another way, is that it?!"
"I don't think he -- "
"Let me hear it from him, then! Actually ... no. Sorry, no ... I ... I don't want to .... "
Shania bowed her head, biting onto her lower lip before standing up. "I'm gonna go to bed early. I'm not really hungry. I'll get a bath in the morning .... "
"And hopefully we can do that with a goddamn strategy," she added, turning and leaving the others to themselves as she entered one of the nearby tents. Poor Pocahontas looked torn. On one hand, she appeared ready to go try to comfort Shania. And then on the other, she was curious and wanting to ask questions. The main thing restricting her was the uncertainty if any of them mattered. Even still, it didn't stop the main one from leaving her lips, "Is ... this normal for siblings? To offer to sleep with one another?"
Pocahontas may not have actually indulged in any carnal pleasures, but she wasn't ignorant to what Kefka's threats had meant involving. Her fatherhadwanted her to marry Kocoum after all. With marriage would come the other 'duties' of being a wife.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
John shook his head, a touch dumb founded, his mouth agap at what he had just witnessed when it came to the siblings relationship. Emrie was for his part sitting up, and actually looking kinda hurt from the words that she had all but screamed at him. He let out a small sigh closing his eyes for a moment after Shania was gone. John's only verbal reaction was an answer to Pocahontas's question. "Not where I am from."
"Nope it's completely insane." Emrie said rubbing his face for a moment, he hoped Shania was still listening, because he wanted to explain himself and his mind set. "In all honesty It's not a new thought for me though. Shania sometimes has a job in our world where she takes off her clothing for money. It's not something I would ever hold against her, and till yesterday she didn't even know I knew."
"It was around the time that she took the job, and I saw her during one of her shifts that I first started having the fantasies, and dreams." Emrie admitted, again hoping that Shania would hear his explanation along with the other two. "and to an extent I know that's wrong as well, Shania is a lot more than just her body, if it were just lust I would not have asked the way I did. I wouldn't have mentioned it at all honestly. I can be a bit of a clueless airhead, but I know enough to know that Shania values herself and her body above everything."
"I was dying today, I almost did die, and in that moment the last thing I looked for was Shania, I couldn't hear anything going on outside the bubble, I caught the implication, and I know Kefka enough to know how he would approach that, it's vile, and I don't like that I was compared to him, but, I also can't fault Shania for doing it."
"So than why ask at all?" John said rightly a touch worried about the answer, if the man had known his question would have gone poorly why even try to bridge that gap? why try to make that question at all? "Seems to me like all you did was cause yourself and her a bit of pain by doing that."
"When I was dying I realized that I don't really think of Shania as just my sibling. I'm an alcoholic, In my world I drank a lot, and it caused problems. On the ship, I found a bottle of wine, and the only reason I left the cabin sober was because it hit me that I would be disappointing her if i didn't. While I was dying I realized I loved her, that I wanted to love her as more than just a sibling. that...."
"Well like my offer said, I wanted to make love with her. But I'm probably the only one under the delirious idea that is remotely possible."
"Today we survived, tomorrow we may not, life seemed far too short to try and live with any regrets or shame, If I didn't ask then and then there is a timeline or a world where I never ask. The rejection hurts, but at least now I know it's not possible." Emrie got up to his feet ditching his blanket, fully exposing himself to the group causing john to instinctively look away.
"I like you two, in your movie you two never got together, but there was clearly something there. If you had a chance to be happy even for a night, to share an intimate moment with the singular person you love wouldn't you take it?" He shrugged, and walked off towards a different tent. "Love you Shania!" He called back to his sister, he had made sure to speak loudly, the cloth was only so thick. He hoped that his explanation would suffice the motives, but he knew what he had done was a big ask, he wasn't cold anymore.
"good night you two, don't do anything I wouldn't do."
John was left a touch bashful at the comments about their movie, but he also wasn't moving away from her, he didn't really have a clue what to say to any of what Emrie had just said.
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Emrie had been right in his guess. Shania didn't fall asleep immediately upon laying down in the tent. She was on her side, looking like that was the case. But all it would take was one peek to see she was switching between closing her eyes or listening, very much alert. Wide-eyed, even. He'd ... had these fantasies?
Am I just that fucking blind? Or stupid?
Maybe the latter, but definitely not blind. A barely audible sigh resounded as she nuzzled into the furs. If he was purposely attempting to guilt trip her, it was only partly working. Deep down, Shania knew she had over-reacted. A little bit .... but enough to admit it even to herself. And yet, at the same time, he was pleading guilty to his own 'crimes'. Namely being selfish ... more so given he confessed that despite not hearing Kefka's exact words, he put two and two together well enough to realize what he intended to do.
Asshole ... Shania bitterly thought, rolling so she was facing the flap of the tent. Clearly expecting Emrie to enter this one .... and then felt torn when he didn't. Relieved, annoyed, lonely ... all of those emotions and more.
Pocahontas was also conflicted, though for different reasons. And the strongest came in the form of yet another valid point Emrie had brought up. He and John had both almost died. And just like he implied, she'd felt ... something.
"Have I mentioned... that I love you?"
Particularly when he tossed that question over, there had indeed been 'something'. He'd wanted to do more; Pocahontas had been able to sense that much. She just knew he hadn't because ... well, they needed to get away from Kefka first and foremost.
So ... if it were just us two here ... would he have ... ??
Nowshe was looking right into John's eyes, as if the orbs held the answers.
"What doyouwant?" she asked softly, grabbing the fox fur off the grass and draping it over her own shoulders as a secondary coat. "I ... haven't forgotten we're not alone anymore. But Emrie, once again, is right about one specific thing. We may not live through tomorrow. Thereisa chance any of us could die."
Slowly, Pocahontas intertwined her hand with one of John's.
"Knowing that is a danger we'll all have to face .... do you really want to take the chance of .... ignoring what we both feel for one another in hopes of having a less awkward opportunity arrive?"
Her head slowly shook.
"On one hand, I kind of don't wish to. And yet ... their presence makes it hard to ... consider indulging in these feelings. Would it be odd to say I'd feel more comfortable if Shania agreed and they could ... have their moment?"
Only slightly,Shania internally answered. The actual words got caught in her throat ... likely because she decided it was for the best to keep up the illusion she had just fallen asleep. She didn't want to startle either John or Pocahontas, and shedefinitelydidn't want to ruin any chancetheyhad at being together. The movie had done that more than enough times as it was.
Maybewhen - if, even - they got back, sure. Shania could better consider it. But right now, she was being selfish just like Emrie was. Among other things, but the easiest emotion she'd be alright admitting to was being selfish. Now, though? She was curious and a slight bit envious.
Would John accept? Or would everyone just try to go to sleep?
Shania quietly sat up, waiting to hear the answer to this question.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
John felt Pocahontas take his hand. He couldn't help but smile and look at her for a moment, as she spoke about them, and what they were going through. He had to admit that it did feel a bit awkward. He didn't let go of her hand, as he leaned closer to her. Understanding everything that was being said, he had to slightly agree things did feel a bit tense and awkward.
"Honestly it's a touch awkward either way." Though considering how Emrie had spoken he was pretty sure that he had just played match maker with them, he sort of did want to help them out, but suggesting that someone else go have sex felt... really awkward. Emrie could do so because he had no shame, John on the other hand couldn't be that direct. "But yes it probably would have been easier if the two of them had... gone off together."
He looked at Pocahontas though, seeing the elegant beautiful woman in front of him, he relaxed and took a breath. She and Emrie were right, he couldn't deny that. He moved closer to her, touching her long dark hair for a moment, moving his lips to touch against hers. His hands lightly caressing Pocahontas's back, giving a less verbal answer to all of the questions, as the kiss became more intense and he held her a touch closer.
When the kiss broke he looked at her more decided, and less afraid of his own answer, his feelings made up. "Yes, I want to take this step with you."
Off in the distance from Emree's tent came a very loud 'woop woop.'
"Perhaps with more seriousness than Emrie would put it." He touched her tanned darker skin, and smiled at the contrast of the two of them. "But I have to agree with those feelings. I am in love with you, and the future is... uncertain."
He stood up, picking up the blanket, and working to put out the fire. "I want to take that step, but perhaps a little away from the camp, leave them to sort out their own feelings, and allow us to go to a place where Emrie can't hear us." He only spoke about the other male, but the truth was he wasn't sure how either of the siblings would react to the noises of him becoming intimate with Pocahontas, and while it was something that he wanted, he also did not want to hear any commentary on the matter.
"Perhaps some privacy will do them some good as well." John said reaching out to take her hand. He allowed her to take the lead on where to go, the area surrounding the camp was rather secure, and they had blankets. He looked up at the sky. "Something about doing this under the stars, kinda feels right." He said with a soft smile on his face.
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Emrie was sitting up in one of the tents, he had just listened to everything that had happened, and was debating talking to Shania, going back to her, and seeing what she had to say, He knew she wasn't asleep. He hadn't gone to her tent, because some part of him had wondered if she would come after him, but he wasn't so selfish as to sit here and think that she actually would come to him.
He stood up, slowly, stepping out of the Tikki and walking over to hers. "Shania, can i come in?" He asked softly. "If you don't want me too, than I can go back to my own, but I'd rather not... for a number of reasons. chief among them being it's very far from you."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Pocahontas took a low, sharp breath as John's hand rose and wove slowly through her black locks. It was an incredibly simple touch ... which made the extra feelings that accompanied the relaxation all the more stronger. Even with the past few days having been almost literally a living hell, she felt calmed ... wanted ... safe .... and ... something else. Aroused?
Probably. It was the best assumption she could make with her own body.
A soft shiver would be next as his hand trailed along her back. Maybe it was subconscious, but after a while it felt like John was making patterns. Or ... maybe Pocahontas was simply over-thinking for once. Both were possible.
"That ... feels really good. Mmmhh ... "
When the kiss arrived, Pocahontasknewfor sure the last emotion she'd began to feel from simply having her hair caressed had been arousal. A faint scent formed in between her legs. Her crotch got wet; not overly, but noticeable enough to take note that these touches were definitely doing their job in properly effecting her.
The whooping from Emrie made Pocahontas giggle softly. Luckily, the kiss had ended by then, and so she felt less guilty about reacting in what could be deemed an inappropriate way.
"Mhm, agreed. He ... doesn't need to see or heareverythingwe do."
Her voice had lowered, ensuring only John could hear her voice. "Hopefully he'll wise up and make up with Shania somehow."
Besides, if they did end up making love ... they'd likely want their own privacy. It was a win-win as far as Pocahontas was concerned.
Unfortunately, with them using a new camp site, many of the more romantic - or at least familiar - locations wasn't an option. They'd moved away from all of those the moment everyone got on the canoe and headed to John's ship. Admittedly, that did cross Pocahontas' mind; putting themselves right beside the canoe.
In the end, she decided against it. It wastooclose to the shore which, under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have cared about.
However, with the four of them being sought after by dangerous people, putting themselves in plain sight wasn't wise.
So, she did an in-between. In running distance of both the camp and shore, should they need to head one direction or the other. Pocahontas would then pull the furs off, starting with the fox Emrie had given up and placing that down first. Her hands shook slightly as the doe fur that had concealed her own flesh was slowly put down beside the fox blanket.
"It ... actually does feel right somehow, yes. John? Umm ... do you even know ... what we're supposed to do, exactly?"
Shania sighed, feeling a bit disappointed. But then again, considering Emrie had actuallycheeredwhen they kissed, it wasn't too amazing the couple had left. Still ... some part of her had secretly hoped they'd stay nearby.
Shania was by no means a voyeur. Not usually, anyway. But at least this once, she wouldn't have minded exploring that side of herself. Respect really had been the only thing keeping her from pressing her lips against Pocahontas' not too long ago. Otherwise .... shameful as it was to think about, Shania wouldn't have minded making out with her.
Or more, even.
Her face burned as she rolled again, her thighs pressing tightly together.
Now how the hell is this fair? You bitch Emrie out, but are having your own wishes and fantasies?
The soft rabbit fur was both helping and not. It hid her nipples, which had gotten a bit stiff from simple what-if scenarios going through her head.
Maybe ... would now be the right time to take Emrie up on his offer? At least itwouldbe consensual. She hadn't been so hasty to forget about that much. It was just ... the timing. It really had been kinda - okay scratch that, very - crappy on her brother's behalf.
Shania quickly pushed herself so she was sitting up, the white blanket barely still covering herself. Her heart pounded as she stared towards the flaps ... and slowly nodded her head after taking a bit to decide if she wanted to see Emrie or not.
" ... Go on. Please do. I umm ... didn't know if you were still awake."
It wasn't a half-assed lie, either. Sometimes, he'd talked in his sleep. Apparently, she had too. So for all Shania knew, the 'whoop' could have been something he did on instinct. Apparently not, it seemed; something that became very clear as he walked in. This time, though, Shania steeled herself,expectinghim to be nude this time around.
"Okay, so ... maybe I do owe you a bit of an apology. I did kinda over-react ... but evenyouadmitted I wasn't completely wrong, so ... "
Shania shrugged.
"I guess .... we're even in that regard?"
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Emrie Young & John Smith
John watched the fur blanket fall from Pocahontas's body revealing her entire self to him. He felt a swift chill run up his back, he was feeling more confident in this than he probably was earned. She asked him if he knew what to do, and he nodded. He took off his own blanket showing his body, his upper body had already been revealed to her, but now she would see the blond hair around his pelvis, the cock that was hard, yet still in it's shieth looking very different from when Emrie had walked around fully exposed to the elements.
He blushed slightly as he added his blanket to the group of others, and smiled towards Pocahontas. "Do I know what to do, in a sense yes." He said softly. He moved closer to her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, caressing her, his hand trailed down her side, gently taking her hand. His face moved closer to hers, till his lips once again locked with hers. While they kissed, his free hand ran up her thigh, and around her back, softly touching her ass, before rolling up her back and pulling her entire body close to him in a hug.
He guided her down to the bed they had made, holding her gently, the kiss broke, and he smiled to her. "I've never actually done this mind you."
"But basically this." He brought her hand to his cock, taking a moment to pull back the shiethed head to reveal the thick red tip of his cock. "Goes inside of this." the hand on her back trailed down between her dark tanned legs, and ran along the hair of her push, finding that sensitive fold of skin, and the soft entrance, before his finger could slide inside of her.
She felt warm, and wet and his finger didn't have much of an issue sliding inside of her. He sighed for a moment as he watched her reactions, trying to gauge how to make her feel the most pleasure in the situation. "from what I have read, this is supposed to feel very... good." He said softly, though he honestly didn't know much about sex, some part of him actually wished the siblings were around, at least then he knew Emrie would be shouting suggestions even if they would have been rather crude.
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When he was invited in he opened the flap, and walked into the tent. He was suddenly reminded that these things were designed to house entire families, the Tikki felt kinda big when it was just the two of them. He sat down on his knees across from Shania, trying to suss out exactly how his sister was feeling at the moment, he knew his timing around all of this had been bad, but like he had explained outside, it had felt like the right thing to do basically now more than ever the time pressure was upon them.
He smiled a bit when she said she owed him an apology. "Admittedly, I know why I shouldn't have asked the way I did, I should have... done something or anything to speak to you, but... I've actually been very afraid of all of this. These feelings weren't something I could just talk about. Now that you know I can't really turn back the dial and make you forget, so either the entire bandaid had to go out, or i had to keep my silence forever."
"Timing, was dumb, but like I said... I had to take this step, and take a chance, because I have loved and wanted you for a long time, it's one of the reasons I tried to keep you at arms length the past year or two... because I'm an idiot and I never handled these emotions well."
"So I am sorry, I never meant to devalue you."
He reached out, gently, hesitantly, touching his sister's shoulder. She was still wearing the fur blanket and it was honestly difficult to see her like this, because he wanted her, badly, it actually showed on his face, he bit his lower lip, there was a slight tremble to him, and his eyes kept looking down over her.
"Have I ever told you, that you are beautiful?" He said with a soft chuckle, a bit of a blush coming across his features, making his skin grow a touch darker. "I... am actually really bad at this. I don't know where to start, if you even... want me, and it's all i can focus on."
He wasn't lying, his cock was thick and errect just from looking at his sister with a blanket on, he had no idea how he would react if that came off.
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Pocahontas moaned softly, her lips pressing lightly but sensually against John's as another kiss started up. Her heart was starting to race ... and this was just from a kiss? Or ... no. It couldn't bethatsimple, could it? She was confused ... but excited. Curious. Wanting to know what more there was to these activities.
Therewasmore ... right?
Thankfully, the answer was yes, though none of it revealed until after John got a few more touches along her body in. From her shoulder to her thigh, eventually going up to her back ... and back down again. To her rear which ... made her blush, for some reason. Like they were doing somethingverytaboo.
Granted, that wasn't completely wrong. But at the same time, especially after her entire tribe being murdered, it was no longer a worry. The man her father had wanted her to marry was gone, so ... wouldn't it be right to move on? To do this with someone else? Let alone someone she actually cared about?
Kocoum ... he had always been more like an elder brother to her. She never even really looked at him as a potential lover like her father had done.
Then again, she hadn't looked atanyoneas someone she wished to be intimate with. She had been exactly as her father often said to everyone else;veryfree-spirited and independent.
But now? She was slowly understanding that Emrie had been right about the 'something being there' part of his talk. There definitely was ... she could sense that much the longer the touches went on.
Explain it? Fuck no. But it made her feel less guilty and more eager to see how sex worked.
"You ... haven't? I'm your first then?"
A smile came to her face as she elaborated, "I wouldn't really be mad or anything if you'd found someone else. Just as long as that was a past indulgence. You're handsome, and I can't imagine I'm the first woman you've been around ever ... or am I wrong with that guess?" Her head slowly lowered as he pointed to his cock and gestured in between her legs. The bright red tinges only got stronger.
"Are ... you sure? It doesn't seem like it fits, but .... "
Her head tossed back, a long moan passing her lips as John began gently fingering her.
"R-Read? You ... ohhh .... h-have books on this?"
Thatwas certainly an interesting thought. Was that true with Shania and Emrie's world too? Probably, if the fact they came from four-hundred plus years in the future was any indication to go off of. For now, though, she gave all of her attention to John and his fingers, her hips lightly bucking when it felt right to do so.
"Yes ... oh, John. This feels amazing!"
Shania remained completely, utterly silent while Emrie spoke. Which, for him, was a very good thing. It was when Shania spoke up and interrupted that it hinted she wasreallyupset with anyone. She hadn't done that many times - which went to show how patient the woman normally was. Even still, there had been instances where Shania had been so angry, frustrated, or even both emotions that she refused to hear anyone out.
Mainly classmates, but there had been a small handful of moments where those memories involved other family members. Mainly aunts or distant relatives that not even their parents kept in touch with nowadays.
Regardless, those memories were likely still in Emrie's mind ... should he go back and think on them at any point in time.
Even after he finished, Shania didn't immediately speak up. Her arms first crossed over her concealed chest, helping ensure the blankets didn't fall away. Finally, a soft breath passed her lips as she glanced down, staring at the additional furs littering the tent.
"Okay. Let's ... pretend I agree to this and say yes. The thing with this, Emrie, is it doesn't fix what we do about Kefka. It just ... doesn't."
Her head lifted, a small grin adorning her face as he complimented her appearance, "Very few have, and even less mean it. Thanks all the same."
Shania's teeth latched onto her lower lip, slowly nodding as she mulled over the thought, "I mean .... yes, this was often used as a morale booster. And I'm not gonna say it isn't needed. But then .... that just goes back to the same concern I voiced earlier. It's an annoying, vicious cycle. And yet ... I won't pretend that the thought ofwillinglylosing my innocence, let alone to someone with far better intentions ... it would be highly preferred. I guess .... where I'm going with this is .... I doubt Kefka's the last 'threat' we have to worry about that topic. And that .... it scares me. Because .... "
Shania's voice shook as she continued.
"What if the next person goes from 'threats' to just .... doing it? Even if you beat them in being my first, it .... Emrie, do you get why I'm hesitant? It kinda feels .... redundant in its own regards. And ... I don't know. Part of why I'm still a virgin really is because I don't just want to give that to literally anyone. Nor do I want to feel like Ihaveto at the expense of avoiding a violent and probably brutal rape."
Her head slowly fell upon her knees, which pulled up against her chest.
"I'm ... I don't know. It's not a definite yes ... nor vice versa and an outright no. I didn't even know you felt this way to start, and I'm already having to registerthatknowledge as it is. I'm sorry, Emrie. That's the best answer I can offer you. If you can behave, though ... feel free to stay. I wouldn't mind the company, just ... nothing overly intimate. Please."
Shania's smile widened as she added, "Thank you, by the way. I appreciate knowing you were able to avoid the alcohol. That definitely does mean a lot to me."
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Romance novel's of Johns time were rather explicit in their detailing, though they weren't something he would ever read to Pocahontas allowed, mostly because they all spawned from London, and London was obsessed with her world conquests. This very scene of the civilized good British soldier making love to the mystic and 'savage' native girl to correct her, had played out in a few of them, to say it was a popular fantasy was an understatement.
But it was always a fantasy, and that could not live up to the real thing, the heat, and touch of Pocahontas's body, the thrill of feeling her hips, moving like a beating heart to his touches, he smiled at her. He didn't really think it was a proper subject to talk about, his past relationships, but he supposed he could try.
"The brittish Isles hold many women, but i'm rarely at the isles of my home. I've been sailing since I was old enough to be on a ship, since i was 14, and i've been working just as long." He moved to kiss her neck, gently, nibbling at her skin as he played with her, his other hand touching her breast, his thumb rubbing her errect nipple.
"I've been to hundreds of isles, and lots of lands, but never stayed in one place long enough to get to know any of the women I met. This." He spoke to the act they were in the midst of exploring.
"Is not something I would do with another woman." He kissed her, his tongue flickering against hers, before his lips left her, and went down her skin, moving to her breasts, feeling her full cleavage, his tongue ran along her darker aerola. His blue eyes looking up to her native brown, a small smile on his face.
the implication was implicit, he hadn't trusted the other women enough to get this close to him, had always left before he could settle down, and start something. "I don't want to leave you." He said under soft breaths.
"I don't think... I'm going back to london."
~~~
Emrie adjusted the way he was sitting, moving so that his back was towards his sisters, he lightly pressed the skin of his back to hers, leaning on her, and yet supporting her as he did so that she could lean on him. This also had the added benifit of putting her body out of his mind, so that he didn't have to keep wanting to look at her, which was rough, because he really did want to look at her.
She said she wanted him to stay, and so he would. "You know I would never hurt you right?" He said with a soft smile. "And I'm with you to the end, I won't leave you."
She spoke on her fears of what could happen next, and nodded, the next one threatening someone may not be a threat. He could think of a handful of others who would be very bad at holding back, Frolo from hunchback had an entire song about how he wanted to touch a woman. He sighed gently, and nodded. "I... didn't really want to think about it as beating someone else to it, or taking something from you. I want to share and bask in it, does that make any sense? the way i word it is very important to me, i want to make love with you, I don't see you as something I can own or take."
"I see you as a strong powerful woman, for whom i would do almost anything. But then I'm always a touch simple. I admit Shania, I'm terrified, not just of Kefka, but of everything. I've been shot, drowned set on fire, and arrested, and that's just in the last three days. Kefka is powerful, and that power scares me."
"The difference between us and Kefka is that he has more experience with magic than us. We also don't really have any items, or anything that would really make the difference in a battle. But there is something to us now."
To prove his point he held his hand away from both of them, breathing, and letting a small fire burst from his hand, before it was gone in a puff of warmth and smoke. "Heh, I'm like zuko up in here." He said trying to give a moment of levity towards her. "and I don't know what more threats lurk out there, but I know i will be at your side with you when we face them."
"Yes, Kefka is strong, and yes we need a plan, but we have both felt it now, we know that there is at least something we can do against his power. Fire is in many ways the simplist of magic spells, the first magic spell according to final fantasy. From which all others, even healing magic was born. So hey we have a starting point. The sad thing is that we don't have either the time nor expertise to defeat him, but remember what he said, that sending us back would be like cutting a string?" The idea sparked a small if hopefully foolish revelation.
"Well if it's true for us, than it has to be true for him, we don't need to beat Kefka, we just need him to not be here. Unsummon him to borrow a term from magic the gathering. This isn't his home, that means there is a way to send him back."
"If we can do that I'd call it a win." He admitted it wasn't much of a plan, not really, but it was something. "And if we can take down Kefka, than fuck i say we can take down anyone."
"I'd say this.... you are not just anyone to me Shania, and I wouldn't have made any pass at you, or offer like this, if I wasn't planning to stand by you with everything. The reason I could walk away from the alcohol was because your voice hit my head. You made that easier for me."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Pocahontas nodded, quietly listening. Well ... she was mostly silent for the duration of the talk. John would definitely earn content sighs and moans as he continued to work on her body. Her nipples had gotten a bit hard from simply being out in the open, as well as seeing John's body. But now that she was being fingered and slowly teased. They had gotten even more stiff. The small, perky nubs got yetmorearoused as John actuallytouchedthem, using both fingers and mouth to do so.
"Oh gods, yes!"
Her cheeks blushed as she silenced herself, looking sheepish.
"A-Am I ... not supposed to say that?"
Probably an odd question, considering she hadn't even cursed or been crude. But as someone who had never experimented ortriedbeing sensual with anyone before,everythingwas feeling as new as it was incredible. She wanted to doeverythingright ... or as close to that as possible.
"I'm ... honored to know you don't ... want anyone else."
Her eyes softened as he mentioned not wanting to go back home. She began to respond to that ... but decided discussion that could be done later. Instead, a much simpler and more fair inquiry was voiced, "Do ... do you want me to touch you also?"
Well, yeah. And that's one reason I'm actually considering agreeing, because you wouldn't hurt me. Not intentionally, anyway."
There was supposed to be that brief five to thirty seconds of pain. But that ... that was inevitable, as far as Shania had been taught. Afterwards? Every second of pleasure was supposed to make up for a hymen being removed.
"It ... makes enough sense, yes. Honestly, my mind is a lot more focused on trying to deal with Kefka than sex, but ... I do think I understand what you're trying to say well enough. I never really thought you viewed me as something to own, but the clarification is appreciated."
"Especially since there may be a chance someone will use that as what to look at me as."
Like they'd earnestly told John and Pocahontas, they only saw 'messengers'. Whether they were going to be summoned to those same worlds or not wasn't a known factor. The only thing that could truly be a given was ... it would be dangerous. That would be a fact regardless of where they ended up going to.
But ... some would likely be worse than others, yes.
"Hmmm .... "
When Emrie brought up a way to unsummon Kefka, her head nodded. "That definitely makes sense, yes. But ... is there such a spell even? I remember inFinal Fantasy XYuna could do that with the Aeons. But that ... that was mainly will-power, wasn't it? Either way ... I appreciate the vote of confidence, but ever since we got here? I haven't really felt overly strong. Yes, we've found out we were the right 'chosen ones'. But ... so far, everything's been discovered on a whim. We can't do that the next time we face Kefka."
Shania paused, taking a moment to repeat her last sentence before correcting her words, "Well .... we technicallycould. But it wouldn't be wise to use mere whims or pure will power to figure a way to unbanish him."
Until the battle arrived, though ... even the younger Iroquois understood that, for the most part, there wasn't as much of a real reason to focustooheavily on those what-ifs. Which thus led her back to the real reason Emrie was sitting behind her, the two of them back-to-back.
"I .... "
Shania sighed softly as she trailed off.
"Some part of me wants to say 'yes' with no hesitations. But I want to do that for the right ones. And as of this very moment? I wouldn't call most of them the 'best' nor 'correct' ones to offer. It wouldn't be overly fair, especially if you really are serious about wanting to actually make love and have a lot more than a mere fling."
Another pause would hang in the air before finally, Shania piped up once more.
" .... Mind relaying at least one of your fantasies to me? Now you've got me curious."
There was more to that, though he could probably pick up on that. Itwas, admittedly, somewhat of a test. Mainly with his honesty. Nonetheless, Shania was being completely serious about being intrigued on what Emrie had thought about doing with and to her before. It was just much more than mere interest that made her toss the question over.
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John shrugged when she asked if she wasn't supposed to take the lords name in vain, at this point it was a moot point, considering what they were doing went against the church at least as he understood it. Plus with what the siblings had said, gods weren't exactly uncommon anymore. "You can say, whatever you please." He gave her a small playful smile.
When she asked if he wanted to be touched, he nodded, and adjusted himself. He found himself oddly laying with his head closer to Pocahontas's thigh, she after all needed to be able to reach him in order to touch him.
He with drew his fingers from her pussy for a moment, promising that he would get back to that, and noticing how wet she was, he drew her attention to his cock, taking her hand gently leading it with his own to take his penis. An act that had John embarassed, his face glowing a slight red as she touched him.
"You'll want to stroke it like so, hold me gently in your hands, a steady rhythm." He said using one hand to gently hold her and show her how to stroke him.
He then left her hands to do as she pleased, once he felt like she understood how to pleasure him, and went back to touching her, but a small idea came into his mind with his head now so close to her thigh,his fingers spread out the lighter toned skin of her wet folds. Spreading away her hair, and revealing the skin.
And then John hesitantly brought his tongue into the mix, touching her clit like he had her breast. Rolling his tongue over the sensitive nerve ending, and taking in the oddly unique taste of Pocahontas's sexual juices. Not at all unpleasant in his opinion.
~~~
Emrie shrugged when she asked what spell could possibly rip at the fabric of reality like that. Magic was a lot more moldable than he thought it was. There was no spell to drown and hold someone in a water prison in the game, so he had no idea exactly what spell would simply unmake someone or send them back from wherever they had come from undoing their tresspass into this reality.
"I have... no idea." He said softly with a shrug. "Magic seems to be a lot more flexible than I had ever believed it to be, so I have no idea how it works, will and imagination don't sound terrible, i mean, final fantasy usually the win is via the power of friendship, it wouldn't be the first time." He chuckled slightly.
Then Shania asked him about his fantasies and he swallowed hard, she would feel his body tremble for a second as he let out a nervous laugh. "Um... wow you actually wanna hear that stuff? I mean... um, okay yeah."
"So... um... fuck." Emrie had to calm himself down and breath for a moment, his hand on his face feeling slightly embarassed his entire face lit up, with a dumb smile on his face.
"I suppose there are a few, the big thing is that I actually usually invision you with a costume of some sort. Believe it or not one of my recurring dreams would have been having you dress up as one of the princesses, considering that you liked them so much I thought it would have been pretty amusing to do some sort of disney roleplaying." Saying that now sounded really weird. "Some part of me thought you would find that fun."
"So the one time I actually went into a sex shop though, just to look around and see what I might have liked, i didn't end up buying anything, but well, I saw a few things I would have liked to try. Bondage, well I bought some tape stuff only adhears to it's self so it can't pull your hair or anything, it's easier to use than say rope, which i personally never learned to use, um..."
"Jeesus, i feel like if I keep talking your probably gonna look at me weird." She hadn't told him to stop however, so he decided to simply go into one of his more re-occuring fantasies. "One of the big ones, is... well you know how I have zero issues with walking around naked and everything? When I saw you stripping, I kinda thought maybe you took after me. A sort of nudest house-hold as it were. I guess it isn't really a sexual fantasy so much as a domestic one, but I kinda don't really like clothing, and I've had dreams about us living together in a nudest inviroment, more than that though, public outings, sexual trists in yards of peoples home, where we could be caught or seen. That's probably one of my biggest fantasies."
"It's that or putting you in a pair of cat ears and having you meow for me to be my sexy kitty on a leash and collar, but usually more so the first three..." Emrie was waiting for her to either start laughing at him, or to just push him away.
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Pocahontas' own face went red as she allowed John to guide her hand to his erect member. It was good that he was reassuring her she'd done nothing wrong. But every second that ticked by made her unable to help but feel they truly were engaging in .... 'something', as Emrie had put it. Some part of her thought it wasverytaboo, and yet .... another part of the princess didn't care so much. If doing things like this was 'bad' ... people were foolish.
Because it was feelingamazing.
And they hadn't even gotten to actual sex yet; at least not from what John had hinted.
"Steady ... " she repeated, nodding after thinking on the word for a few moments. Her father - whole tribe, really - had often referred to the beat of a drum as 'steady'. Or even rivers.
But a rhythm was probably easier to use with how a drum sounded, so ... she took a bit to remember it. Pocahontas had heard her fair share of them being used before. Mainly for war and conflicts, but either way ... it was enough that slowly, she did begin to hear the beat in her memory.
Once she got a decent enough idea how it was supposed to go, she began moving her hand accordingly; slowly, but in a very methodical pattern.
"Is this good?" she asked, her eyes widening as a new gasp elicited from John's fingers finding her clit. "Ohhhh! That ... ahh! S-So good!"
Shania finally managed to chuckle as she heard her brother hint that 'the power of friendship' trope was used in video games also. " ... Hmmm. I'd still prefer having a more definite idea on what we should be doing, but if that's true? Okay. Maybe we can sleep on it, if nothing else."
Emrie would feel Shania give a firm, up-and-down nod ... and maybe even feel her face was a bit warm to indicate she was blushing.
"You wanna prove you're being serious? Then tell me. Consider this a way of sorts for me to know what I may or may not end up getting into."
And listen was exactly what Shania did ... though certain scenarios made her blush much more than others. Hearing him wanting to get as close to becoming a full-fledged nudist made her eyes playfully roll. "Not in my house," she'd murmur, going quiet to heed the rest of his words.
The normal pause Emrie expected became longer. One minute passed .... two .... almost five, with Shania giving little to no hints on how she reacted. Finally, though, he'd feel her shift slightly against him, at least hinting she hadn't fallen asleep. Seconds later, she'd speak up ... and likely be taken aback.
"Maybe ... some of those I could consider trying out. A lot more so than others. I don't know about actually meowing to start, but the cat ears, leash, and collar doesn't sound too bad. Nor does the cosplay, but ummm ... I feel like the timing for that would be horrible if we tried right away. A bit too dead on, if you would. Sexy costumes though .... that aspect in general? Perhaps."
Finally, Shania would reach back and - after some fumbling - intertwined one of her hands with one of Emrie's.
"I'm still a tad bit hesitant on full-fledged sex. But ... itwouldhelp if we had our concentration on more than one another by tomorrow. I will admit and agree to that. So .... something else? And see where it leads to?"
It wasn't just out of pity or a forced sense of obligation, and he'd be able to pick up on that easily. Even though poor Shania was stammering every now and again, her tone was otherwise completely honest. Bluntly so at some points more so than others.
"Is that ... fair enough for now?"
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'Mmm' a soft moan escaped John's throat as she started to move her hand to a steady rhytem. the cock responded to her hand motions by enlarging in her hand, becoming more thick, and hard to her soft hands. The tip becoming wet with a small drip of precum escaping the penis head as John's eyes closed for a second and he breathed. It had been a long time since he had touched himself, it wasn't something you could really get away with on a boat, and since he had been running with Pocahontas since he had landed the last opertunity he had was the days of shoreleave he had spent in a stale in at Brittian's shore.
The lack of attention showed as John was twitchy, his body reacting to the pleasure immediately as his legs spread apart letting pocahontas have more access to him. John's breathing shuddered and he tried his best to make sure he simply wasn't going to climax just from this. She asked if he was doing good, and he nodded. "Won...derful." He said his breath staggered.
His thumb stayed close to pocahontas's clit, running over the sensitive nerve and pinching it against the rest of her smooth wet skin, she seemed about ready to loose her own mind, and considering his head was resting against her thigh, he was in close quarters to watch all of her reactions. His fingers inside of her streatching her out, and pressing against her walls. Finally he made a small leap of faith.
His hands moved to hold down her hair, and spread open her legs and pussy. He looked down at her. "Do you... mind if I try something?" He worked on a ship with a dozen other men, talk was often fast and crass, and while normally he didn't pay much attention to it, he had heard this a few times.
His tongue made contact with her pussy, circling the entrance lightly getting a taste for how her body was. Immediately it was salty, but not unpleasant so long as his hands were working to keep her hair out of his mouth he could continue his lips kissing over her clit, and working her with his tongue watching her reactions as he went.
~~~
When she didn't respond all he could hear was the rhythmic fall of her breaths, and Emrie was a touch too afraid to look back and confirm if she was asleep, or if she was trying not to look at him like he was an idiot. He had heard the remark tossing out his nudest idea, which was a shame, he had liked that image of her a lot in his mind, but sometimes fantasies were just images conjured by imagination.
Then he felt her hand entwine with his own, and he held onto her for dear life. She spoke and he chuckled a little. "Perhaps not so much the disney costumes, but I'm sure there are a few out there that would look amazing on you." He said with a soft smile. "I think you would make a great playboy bunny."
He said with a soft chuckle, it actually felt really good to just get this off his chest, and then she said something that made him smile. Not sex, but something else. "That sounds great."
He turned towards her, so that he cold once again see her, and smiled. "I've told you my fantasies." Emrie moved still holding her hand, but bringing himself so he could better see her in the dark of the tent. "Now your turn, tell me yours."
Obviously they weren't gonna include him, but he liked the idea of knowing his sisters sexual desires, and seeing if he could make any of them happen tonight.
"and... well... this is my first time touching a woman, so.... maybe we should start by touching ourselves? Watching and learning."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Pocahontas was, for once, at a loss. Words couldn't have passed her lips even if she weren't occupied pleasuring John's shaft. Thoughts were basically nonexistent. There was only one that even was echoing in her head, and it was repeating over and over like a mantra.
How have I never done anything like this before?
Gods, how had she never known this sort of bliss existed? Would it have .... well, no matter. She quickly shoved that rhetorical inquiry aside before she could finish hearing it echo in her mind. It really didn't matter, definitely not at this point.
Try something else?
She hadn't honestly thought there was much more John could introduce her to. So when he implied that wasn't otherwise right ... she quickly shook her head no. No, she wouldnotmind. On the contrary, if there was more to be felt and given, then she was feelingverywilling, able, and eager to experience it all. And so, she waited ... the anticipation becoming more obvious as a few juices trailed slowly down her legs, the scent of arousal becoming more and more prominent.
And then ... he pressed his tongue inside.
"A-Ahh! O-Oh, gods, John .... "
Her head had jerked up out of instinct, the simple gesture making her loss focus for a few moments. If her face hadn't been crimson by now, it definitely was burning. The temperature alone could fool anyone into thinking she'd come down with a fever.
"A-Amaziiiiiiiiing ... mmf ... "
Her body shuddered as she opened her mouth, lowering herself back onto John's member and resuming her own oral movements. It was likely some part of her subconscious, but she was barely keeping herself from climaxing. She wanted to wait ... likely to be more 'officially' broken if Pocahontas had to guess. But gods, John was making it more and more difficult with each flick of his tongue for her to continue waiting for him to become her first partner.
Pocahontas' body quaked wildly, the tremors and shakes getting rougher and rougher with each passing second.
I'm - I'm sorry. Y-You're too good!
Her fingers gripped the furs as she held on tightly. Her hips bucked back, helping drive a bit more of John's tongue and fingers further inside. And finally .. the first of many orgasms rippled through the princess' body, muffled moans and copious juices confirming to the sailor that was indeed what had happened.
Shania giggled softly, finally managing to flash Emrie a sly smirk.
"I think there are better costumes than a playboy bunny, but ... we'll see. I won't shoot it down, mind you. A-Anyway, we got time to figure that out."
Her mouth started to open in protest as he asked to hear her own fantasies.
"You'll hate me!"
But ... that was likely the exact same thoughts that had crossed his own mind before he admitted what he'd thought about before. Her head turned as she stared down at the rug, looking both embarrassed and even a bit ashamed. Still ... Shania managed to give Emrie a slow up-and-down nod of her head.
"Alright. That is fair. You're correct."
A long, deep breath elicited as she looked back into her brother's eyes, her hand shaking a bit as she squeezed onto her brother's. "Well," she began to relay, "I'm umm ... glad you promised you weren't wanting this to try to beat or claim me in place of Kefka or anything, but honestly? Some part of me kind ofhaswanted to be ... well, taken like that."
A sheepish grin mingled in, though it didn't make her feel any less mortified about saying it out loud.
"I know that makes what almost happened pretty ironic, but ... I guess that's the difference in planning and agreeing on having something like that happen versus an unwanted version of it. A few days, though, some part of me hasn't cared if I was claimed willingly or not. Mainly when I've had really bad days courtesy of depression, shitty classmates, or both. But I ... try to keep those ... under wraps, I guess."
Shania hadn't forgotten the suggestion of mutual masturbation, but ... how could she while openly confessing such lewd things?
Maybe when she got her brother's input, but right then and there ... she didn't exactly feel sexy, let alone like indulging her body. Even if some part of her internally argued and whined about refusing to heed her sibling's idea. At this rate, she'd have to play it by ear .... nerves, rather. When she felt like it would be the 'right' thing to do, sure. But that was definitely not right then and there.
"There were a few times I wondered about going to school without panties ... and possibly a bra. I do have some tops that would make it easier than others to get away with. I .... have contemplated doing web cam shows. In fact, that was my original idea before the strip shows. And I may have caved into those desires .... if it weren't for the fact you get money much faster at strip clubs."
God, you must sound so fucking pathetic right now.
Unfortunately, that wasn't all, which meant she wasn't done.
"With ... with the claiming scenario came a lot of bondage-related items and having them used on me. Cuffs. Zip-ties. Anything to keep me still, really. A leash and collar also. Blindfold ... gag ... "
Her face flushed even brighter as she forced herself to keep going. The confession trailing off had meant shestillhadn't finished giving Emrie the full visual image, so to speak.
"Even being held at some sort of weapon point."
Now a few tears began to fall down her face.
"I'm a hypocrite, aren't I? I'm sorry, Emrie. Th-There's probably a few more, but I'm not really remembering. They kinda vanished, at least for the time being."
Shania wouldn't blame him if he tried to say that was a cop-out. But at least it was an honest one instead of a made-up lie.
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The orgasm ripped through Pocahontas's body and John's tongue was right there to drink in the sexual fluids produced by it as she muffled her moans and scream. He lapped up the mess between her thighs while at the same time feeling his own pleasure building up, and he knew that while they could play around all night, he needed her now. He got up pulling his hips back from her gently She had done everything so well for him. He brushed her hair affectionately, but now that her pussy was a wet mess he needed her.
John moved so that he was over top of her. Pulling back the foreskin of his cock so that the red tip was on full display as it pressed brightly against her copper toned body. He put a hand on her shoulder, laying her back down as his hips moved softly. to brush against her. His body hair tickling her body as he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue invading her mouth bringing with it the taste of sex. He could smell him on her breath as well but that hardly mattered as he wanted more of that contact as he gently spread her thighs and prepped her for what was about to come.
His cock pressed into her, the thick head disapearing with a soft squeezing sound, and an airy moan from him. The natural lubricant that they had built up together from her salivia on his cock to her being so wet from his fingers and tongue would make this less painful, but this was still her first time, heck it was his first time too, which meant he had to get used to the feeling of being inside a woman.
Her walls felt tight, warm around him, it was consuming, his breath went ragged for a moment, and he held her close. Her smoother darker body pressing against his light tones, mixing their complexions. He closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to catch his breath, his hairy chest pressed warmly against her ample breasts. He moaned against her ear for a moment. Then the sinking of his hips stopped, and he was fully inside of her. The tip of his cock, to the thicker base. Pressed so tightly that even his balls were squeezing against her frame.
"Are you okay?" He asked his breath still airy, he opened his eyes to look at her, his hands trailed over the side of her body, holding her in this missionary position. Touching every inch of the woman he loved. "Tell me when i can move my hips."
~~~
Emrie could have expected a lot of things, but that was an admission he had not expected from her. It was honest, and he could tell that she was being open with him. In a way it made sense, he had wanted to cosplay, and it seemed that she had wanted to roleplay a bit. The thing that shocked him the most was that she was telling him that she kind of wanted to be taken forcefully.
In a way that was a dream he supposed he could make happen right here and now. Emrie could now put together more context for why she had reacted so badly, this was clearly not an admission she had thought would make him feel attracted to her. And yet his hips shifted slightly as he thought about it, about grabbing his sister, putting her face into the ground, and pounding his body against hers. About holding her down so that he could tie her up, and then use her like she was some sort of prisoner, or prize of war. He had mentioned a passing interest in bondage, but he had also admitted he had never thought about using rope, and rope was about all they had.
Unless he could tie her up with magic, Kefka had held them in prisons of water, it wasn't too hard to think that there would be some way to bippity boppity boop some rope into tying her up, animating it like some sorcerers apprentice for more nefarious means.
During all of this thinking he realized he hadn't said anything, that he had been sitting in silent contemplation of something that was probably hard for her to admit. She seemed disturbed by this fantasy of hers. And he was thinking about how it turned him on, and wasn't even telling her.
The two of them were still laying under blankets he was still holding her hand. He moved a little closer to her, she would feel him shuffle around, as he turned over to face her, she would feel his body press agianst her, and he made sure that she felt something full and thick press between the cheeks of her ass. Like so intentionally so that he could practically rub himself raw against her asshole. His hand moved up along her body, wrapping around his sisters naked stomach, and pulling her closer so that she couldn't escape his touch.
"Sis, I'm never going to hurt you, but that doesn't mean... I wouldn't hurt you if you wanted me too." He said with a small nervous chuckle. He assumed she would understand what he was saying. "I told you I looked at bondage stuff too."
He moved a hand along her hips, touching her thigh gently, his fingers dancing along her skin in an attempt to leave goosebumps, at the same time she would feel the soft motions of him rubbing his body against her lightly. He kissed her neck. "If you want me to claim you, than all you have to do is nod."
"and if you want me to stop entirely, all you have to say is Disney." Honestly it was a stupid safe word, but he was holding her down, his hands were playing with her body, he grabbed her breast in a not so gentle way. "Otherwise, if you want to struggle against me... that's fine."
He gentle bit her shoulder, before finally adding. "I think, I'd enjoy that, a bit like it's a game between us."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
As John began to move away, Pocahontas lifted her lips, helping make it easier for him to get into the position he wanted. Her head leaned gently against his hand as he lightly stroked her face. Despite being a bit calloused from years of hard work, his hand was also softer than anyone would have assumed. It was ... actually very comforting. Enough to make her eyes slowly close and simply enjoy the touch.
Only as John began helping her lie down did her eyes come back into view.
"Are we ... going to ... ??"
The sight of John moving the foreskin back and placing the head of his cock against her entrance answered the incomplete question. She nodded in understanding and slowly rose a hand, intertwining it with one of his. Now more than ever, she knew the answer to the rhetorical what-if scenario her mind had tried to wonder about.
Evenifshe'd known sex was this great, no. It wouldn't have made it easier to accept the mere idea of becoming Kocoum's lover. It only pained her because ... it would have meant disappointing her father. It wasn't really something she enjoyed, but ... hehadadvocated for her to follow the wind ... as well as her heart.
Well ... if ever there was a more proper time to heed those same instincts, they were definitely now.
"M-Mmmhh ... "
Her eyes shut once more, now focusing on the French kiss as she lightly rolled her own tongue over John's. Less out of knowledge and more done by instinct and curiosity. The princess' arms rose and, after a bit of searching, found and wrapped gently around John's neck. Her head tilted up, continuing to lean and enjoy the ongoing kiss.
Up until the sudden thrust inside made her pull away, a shocked gasp being the first thing leaving Pocahontas' lips. Her head turned as she bit on her lower lip to stifle a whine, though the shudders hinted it had hurt. Thankfully, not nearly as badly as it could have, especially since they created quite a bit of natural lube from all of the foreplay. As her teeth finally let go, she panted rapidly.
"Y-Yes ... yes, I'm fine. That just ... took me a bit by surprise."
A reassuring smile would appear, followed closely by her eyes as she glanced back up at her lover. Her head tilted back, low moans now replacing what would have been pained noises, as his hands began trailing over every inch of her body. "Now ... feel f-free to move again. Please do ... "
Even though her muscles were already massaging the cock inside her on their own, Pocahontas now began trying to voluntarily command those muscles. Her hips gently rocked. He probably didn't need much reassurance, nor likely doubted her words. In case he had though ... her own movements would - hopefully - get rid of such uncertainties.
Idiot. You should have done more convincing. You shouldn't have returned the 'confession exchange', even if it was fair. Look at what you've done! He hates you ... he's gotta.
Shania's mind quickly went through some of the more worst-case scenarios. Would he somehow try to manipulate whatever magic had brought them here and go back home without her? Would he leave her to fight Kefka alone which ... had a good chance in resulting not only in her failing, but getting what she barely avoided. Raped and tortured.
Some part of her wouldn't blame him too much. After all the arguing, screaming, and protesting ... she really had proved to be quite the hypocrite. There was no other way to describe her. And his lack of immediate reply made Shania feel rather certain that he was feeling the exact same way ... or as close to it as possible.
"I'm sorry," she muttered again, already preparing for him to leave the tent as Shania felt movement along the furs. Instead though ... his hands wrapped around her midsection, making Shania freeze up.
" ... Emrie?" she whispered softly, her voice choking and getting caught slightly in her throat.
Is he ... going to ... ??
Yes and no. He was going to give her the chance to determine if his next movements would allow the very fantasy she'd openly admitted to him to play out. Shania gulped, feeling confused. He wasn't mad? Was ... was this for real?
Shania didn't dare move, not wanting to offer any sort of reply until evenshewas certain if she wanted to risk giving him herself. It still wouldn't fix the possibility that others would try to take her for their own guilty pleasures. Deep down, she knew that. But that had been exactly why - after they spoke more on this matter regarding intimate feelings with one another - even Shania agreed it'd be better to have her first time with someone she had more trust and faith in than not.
Now was the most perfect time to give Emrie the chance he wanted ... especially before it was too late.
So, it all boiled down to the same inquiry that had been haunting her since they began having this discussion.
Do you really want this?
The rough grope on her breast made her whimper slightly, the sensitive gesture making her nipple almost immediately harden. Her eyes shut tightly; if she hadn't been a bit weirded out with herself before, now she definitely was.
But soon ... he'd get what he asked for; the gradual but affirmative nod.
"Take me," she added, helping wash away any doubts he may have had on whether he'd imagined her reaction or not.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
John relaxed a little when she started to move her hips, something which he joined in doing almost immediately. Feeling her body squeeze around him, he moaned softly against her ear. his breath leaving him in airy gasps as his hands trailed over her body, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, as they held each other. His eyes closed in the bliss of the motions, he couldn't help but moan her name.
"Pocahontas." He spoke softly, even as his lips touched her skin, wanting just more contact as the two of them rubbed together. He spoke softly, and moved to the rhythem of their beating hearts, one that was for him at least pounding ever louder and ever faster in his ears. His nails softly stroked against her skin, drawing lines against her dark copper tones. he pulled her in closer, and felt her chest bounce against his with each thrust. feeling the motions of her breasts as he rested his chin against her shoulder.
His eyes closed and he kissed her neck, his tongue touching her to taste some of her body. Their bodies drawing sweat from the exertion of sex, even against the cold night air he felt warm as he was wrapped around her. He felt her legs around his body and he moaned loudly. He didn't want to keep his voice down anymore, he hoped that they had moved far enough away from the camp that they wouldn't be over heard by the two siblings, but then he owed some of this to them.
If not for their suggestion this night would have been like any of the others that they had spent together. Now at least it was different, in that he was in a heavenly bliss, moaning. "Oh, god." He blushed as he took the lords name in vain, but it felt so good that he had to say something. "You... this... I had, no idea." He said half formed sentences that escaped his lips unable to really think about what he was doing before doing it.
All the while the movement of his hips were going all the more wild.
~~~
Emrie waited, he held her body, he felt her nipple hardening between her fingers, she would even feel his hips squirm clearly wanting more from her, as his cock pressed against her ass, but he was determined to wait. To hear her response as she thought it over. His pale eyes looking over her, with bated anticipation, she would feel his breath warm on her shoulder, warm, but not steady, excited and tense his entire body felt heavy almost like he was ready to spring.
Then slowly he saw his sister's head nod, He had thought that had been all had needed, but a breath or two longer brought him a sentance he had wanted to hear for years.
Take me,
"no take backs."
He sprang on her. His hand grabbed her hair, pushing her into the ground. as his body worked his way over top of her. He had permission, and she had wanted to be taken, so he was going to take her. Though not all at once. He moved his cock rubbing against her ass for a moment, as his free hand went under her thigh, lifting up her ass as he squirmed his way roughly under her. His hand attacked her pussy, rubbing her clit as his breath was on her again. He pressed her into the furs.
His hand on her hair, pulled and pushed her head down so that she looked to the side. He moved down and licked his sisters neck his movements were rough, his hand working her pussy as he leaned over top of her. using her ass to hot dog and pleasure himself, at the same time the red tip of his cock kept brushing against her asshole teasing both of her lower entrances at once. He smiled as he looked into her eyes for a moment. "You can resist if you want." he said softly.
His lips moved to her ear, gently so he could whisper. "You can even scream, it's just us here, no one will help." He smiled at her, it was playful, but also filled with lust and want. "I'm going to fuck you up."
"I've wanted this for so long, and now your mine." He gave a small bated breath. He had already given her a safe word, now he was just playing with her, exactly like she wanted. "I'm going to take what's mine sis."
"Now, do I frighten you? or am i turning you on?" He felt her pussy, he already knew the answer to that as he smiled wickedly towards her. "Say it."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Somewhere, Pocahontas knew the evenings here tended to get more on the chilly side. But right then and there? She wasn't feeling the breeze or any indication to hint it'd gotten a bit cold. All she could really pick up on was heat. The kind of warmth one would expect to feel and experience in a desert. Every nerve was on fire. Slowly - but very surely - she was beginning to sweat. The drops trailed down and fell primarily on the furs, though some did find the grass underneath the makeshift blankets.
"Mmmh, Joohhn ... ohhhh .... "
Her legs gently lifted and wrapped around John's waist, helping guide him in even further. Instincts were the only thing speaking, and it was making up for tonight being her first time ever having sex. A pleased groan mingled in with her lover's as she felt the desired effect happen; he was, indeed, deeper in her moist hole. In turn, her muscles were squeezing quicker, adjusting and accommodating to the massive length buried in her newly deflowered opening.
"N-Neither did I," she reassured, her gentle grin widening. "But I ... wouldn't mind getting used to doing this again. It feels so .... I-I can't even .... "
Knowing what she wanted to say was one thing. Actually being able to make the words pass Pocahontas' lips?
A very different story, and one that - frankly - she wasn't fretting much about.
"J-John, I ... I .... think something's about ... to happen!"
It briefly terrified her. Thiswasa good thing, right? Or was it something she was supposed to fight? She didn't know, and the doubts were easy to spot in the princess' eyes. But even if she tried, it was quickly overpowering her ... like trying to swim against a powerful set of rapids. Despite this not being her first climax, the previous one had happened so quickly. She honestly didn't realize it could build up ... and result in an even more intense sensation like this.
But by the time it began to subside?
Pocahontas knew that even though her body had experienced something rather abrupt, it was equally as incredible. And it definitely made her feel less anxious. If anything, now she was more curious what had just happened.
Almost immediately after Emrie moved, some part of her regretted failing to ask if he could be abit gentle. It didn't have to be perfect, but ... certain things ... well ... she could have done without.
Like ....
"Fuck! Not the haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair! AGH!"
She actually did try to reach up and grab his hand. But with the angle she was at plus the difference in their heights, she couldn't reach. Her hand fell back down, gripping the furs in annoyance. Heavy breaths and a few whimpers passed her lips as she seriously contemplated heeding her brother's words. It was the right thing to do, wasn't it? To struggle?
Yes and .... no.
Maybe it was just due to her brother being the person manhandling her, but it helped calm her down and avoid any full-fledged panic attacks. This would otherwise be a very different story were it anyone else. The realization made Shania gulp nervously, her heart racing as it rammed against her ribs.
So .. you really have wanted this?
Some part of her seemed to, anyway. This wassupposedto be natural, but ... why did some part of her feel so ... fucked up? Dirty? Like she was doing something as 'wrong' as murder? Was this were the 'taboo' aspects of sex kicked in?
Probably. It had been hinted time and time again in her Psychology classes.
"E-Emrie! Ohhh ... "
Her clit twitched, the Iroquois immediately returning to the here and now as the sensitive bud was grabbed and caressed. Poor Shania's body hadn't needed much manipulation, and it showed with how fast she was getting wet it had beenwaytoo long since she'd had time to properly masturbate. Shania gulped again, hearing her brother ask a question ... one he probably could feel and smell the answer to, honestly. But those last two words were literally as he said; he wanted to hear them come from her own mouth.
"A - ohhhh - a bit of both. But ... it's much more arousal than f-fear. Emrie .... "
Her voice lowered as she turned her head, burying her face in the furs. The confession was muffled, but not enough to prevent him from hearing it.
"This is amazing ... "
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Emrie Young & John Smith
John's breath was shuddering as he was trying to deal with his own build up, his legs were starting to shake as he gripped his lover, she was going through something intense, and he felt like her insides were choking his cock in a very pleasant yet torturous way. It was driving his own hips to grind against her. The sweat of his body sticking to hers as his body hair ground against hers. He felt her large breasts bounce against his chest, her nipples rubbing up against him with each thrust and that just made him want to go deeper inside of her. His cock already thick and deep inside of her as he was building up his own pleasure.
His hips were thrusting wildly rutting her into the soft ground as he breathed against her, He moaned loudly, no longer able to hold back his exuberance of how this all felt. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to saying. He heard Pocahontas say something, but he couldn't really hear her through the pounding of his own heart. Nothing about this touch was soft anymore. His arms reached down her sides, his hands grabbed her ass lifting her body up more as he rocked harder against her bouncing her between him and the earth with each deep thrust drawing back and hitting his cock into her hard enough that it kinda felt like he was going to break her.
His breath was hard, unable to figure out exactly what he was doing, he just knew there was a heat running through his cock, he could register the pleasureful sensation of his body going crazy. A pressure that he hadn't felt in ages, like when he had masturbated a few times, but also so much more intense was settling inside his body, starting up through his balls and surging every single way.
He grind'd his hips against hers so that he could feel his balls rub against her body adding that final squeeze of pressure he needed. He bit her shoulder not all that softly, but not hard enough that it would break skin as he suppressed something like a scream that vibrated along her body as it ripped out of his throat.
The heat escaped him, his cock twitching rubbing out inside of her, washing out of him as his seed poured into her in waves loosing the steady rhythm as he let his cum flow into her. His muscles tensed for a long moment as he drained every single drop into her soaking wet cunt, before starting to relax. As he did he let go of her ass, letting her body drop onto the blankets the two of them had collected, but he stayed inside of her. He pressed his lips to hers taking a kiss from her his tongue entering her mouth as he did.
~~~
Emrie actually did heed her request about the hair, letting go of her hair shortly after and grabbing her by the back of the neck to hold her down. He listened to her explain that she was more turned on than afraid, and he could believe it, just touching her clit had sent a shiver through her entire body. He barely had to do anything to turn his own sister into putty, and some part of him knew that was wrong, but at the same time he had killed that voice a year or so ago the first time he had watched his sister strip naked for an audience.
He smiled feeling some form of vindication as his sister told him that she was turned on, that just him touching her felt amazing. He was still rubbing his cock against her ass, and some part of him really did consider taking her ass then and there. the tip of his cock kept slipping past her hole threatening to stick in, but falling out and passing by with each thrust. He decided to tease his sister with that. He leaned over her for a moment, his lips next to her ear. "What do you think sis? would it be fun to explore your back door today? Want me to put my cock inside your ass?"
He teased and kissed her. But pulled back, still holding her down. His other hand the one that had been rubbing her clit the entire time pulled away so that he could grab one of her legs. Lifting himself up pulled the blankets off the two of them. Meaing he could now see everything that his sister had so often tried to hide. He could see ever curve of her body, and it felt great.
He turned her onto her side. The hand at her neck holding her face down, pressing her cheek down to the ground so that her face looked slightly puffy, as his other hand lifted her knee. Playing with her flexible body he was able to lift her ankle almost up to 90 degrees showing her pussy. his legs sat on her other leg helping to pin her body into this side winding position. His cock head touched her pussy, and he decided he couldn't wait anymore.
He took what he wanted. He pushed his cock inside of her pussy, holding her in this position as he took her virginity and finally claimed her. "You belong to me now."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
The change in pace didnotgo unnoticed by Pocahontas. If anything, it was one of the first things she took note of. From John's grip on her rear seeming to tighten to his pace quickening and even his breathing getting more ragged. Desperate even. To be fair, her own breaths were getting faster also, but not quite to the exact degrees the man she loved was experiencing. Poor John seemed to temporarily forget to take breaths every now and again. However, when it didn't seem like it was going to put him at any dire risks, Pocahontas opted to remain silent.
Besides, she doubted she could say much coherently or properly enough to be heard. All she was managing to elicit were moans and coos of pure bliss.
"Yes ... mmmh ... "
Her eyes widened, a shocked gasp reverberating in the air as Johnbither shoulder. Maybe not enough to make her bleed, but the fact was she hadn't expected that to happen at all, period. Her hands reached up, grabbing tightly onto his shoulders. She didn't understand why, but it seemed to trigger the same sensation she'd felt earlier. Pocahtonas' body was shuddering and trembling wildly ....
And right as John came inside her, she joined him, her head tossing back as she cried out in combined pain and pleasure, though much more so the latter.
For what may feel like an eternity, she kept quiet, partly because she was unsure what to say. Then there was also the fact of not knowing if there was anythingtotalk about. Finally, though, something did enter her head ... though she first waited for the kiss to end.
"So ... is there some sort of tradition I don't know about where you bite your partners?"
The smile that crept over her face was meant to help indicate that despite the gesture coming off a tad rough, she didn't mind nearly as much. On the contrary, she was being completely earnest and equally curious on the matter.
"Alternatively ... we can talk later about that if needed. As much as I'd love to spend the rest of the night being intimate with you, tomorrow ... isn't really going to allow for us to indulge in those activities as much as we'd prefer."
Umm ... well ... "
It wasn't that she didn'twantto. But there was a very specific reason that the right answer, at least in Shania's mind, was 'not right now'. Actually, there were a few of them, but one was more immediate in appearing over the other.
"It'd be ... mmm ... more so when we're not pressed for ... t-time or ... fights."
She wasn't trying to kill the mood, so to speak. But Emrie had asked, and so ... she gave a very honest response, as well as reminder. And if only to ensure they could avoid outright dying and have tonight be their last evening together, she wanted to believe he could appreciate that much.
Shania felt her heart pound as Emrie began moving her, turning her body in a way that wasn't necessarily uncomfortable. But it definitely wasn't what she expected either. In fact ... she couldn't help but smirk and even lightly giggle.
"Have you ... studied Kama Sutra, Emrie?"
Of course, that gave off a certain implication. But he was smart; really, he was. Despite not always acting it - like when he got involved with his gang friends - he was more cunning and intelligent than most others gave him credit for.
Before Shania could hear an answer, she would feel Emrie push through. And in that single thrust, he removed her hymen. It did hurt, easily hinted by her gripping tightly onto the furs. But at the same time? It was likely for the best that he did so quickly, and with little warnings. She would have tried - and likely failed - in keeping herself from getting too nervous had he given a warning ahead of time.
"E-Emrie ... ahhhh. Fuck, you're .... so deep in me .... "
Her cheeks flushed as she added, "It feels ... a-amazing. Please, keep going .... "
And in case Emrie needed anymore incentive? He'd feel Shania's hips rock gently against his own. What had started as muffled moans got audibly louder as she accepted his rod, moving to prove not only were her words completely earnest, but she wasn't feeling overly sore anymore. No, now Shania was more than ready and able to experience their first time together, no matter how taboo it'd be.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
John blushed slightly when she asked if that was some sort of marking tradition from brittain in truth it had felt more like he was going to scream if he hadn't done it. He was a little embarassed to admit that, though and he couldn't but feel a little bashful at the moment. He also knew that she was right about one thing, they couldn't just stay outside all night being intimate with one another. Withdrawing from Pocahontas was still one of the harder things he had done as he felt a bit vulnerable as he withdrew his cock from her.
He couldn't hide the sense of euphoria that the movement caused as he moaned slightly as he withdrew. He sighed and stretched as he leaned back to get to his knees and look around them. His eyes on the other hand were a lot more focused on her body in the pale moonlight. Her coffee tan skin vibrant in the dark contrasted against his own paleness which seemed to glow in the moonlight. What was he supposed to say?
"No, it's not some... tradition, as far as I know." he said scratching his neck. "I just... didn't want to scream in the middle of the night." He said softly blushing looking a bit like a fool, as he pulled himself up to his feet. "We should get back to camp." He held out his hand to help her to her feet so that they could gather up the blankets that they were carrying. The night was quiet, he had gotten so used to the sounds of the outdoor life here, the hooting of owls, the sound of insect life it was all very passively beautiful and he felt more relaxed because of it.
What he hadn't expected to hear where the moans of their comrades it seemed the siblings had been able to work out their differences. "Seems we weren't the only ones to find what we needed tonight." John leaned into Pocahontas for a moment kissing her jaw, before letting her lead him back to camp.
~~~
"Actually yes I own a copy." Emrie cracked a smile as he looked down at the way her as she started to react. He would have given anything to try and find it so that he could take a few pictures of his sister and the way she looked. Sparing that he was just gonna burn the memory into his mind affectionately, especially after she started to move her hips in with him. His voice joined with hers as the two of them moaned and felt their hips converging together. He was able to add some pressure to his balls by sitting and grinding against her leg a little harder.
She wasn't joking when she mentioned how deep he was inside of her either. His cock had room to go inside her, but it also kept feeling like he couldn't stuff it in her any deeper than it was. Not to mention how tight she was against him, it was like he was packing her full. Maybe it was just his imagination but when he put a hand on her crotch he could feel the place he filled her grow slightly as he pounded into her.
His other hand held her ankle keeping it flexed up in the air. "Oh, gods, your so flexible." He moaned enjoying the sight of her like this. He even bent forward putting a bit more weight on her leg, and watching her body stretch out to compensate. He was pretty sure if he had fucked her ass she would have been fine, but he didn't want to take those risks.
The hand on her abdomine spread out, his thumb reaching down towards her clit, and bore down on her sensitive flesh. Touching her while he was still deep inside of her. He moaned, but could no longer keep his voice down. With her words egging him on he felt completely free at least in the moment he was no longer ashamed of how taboo this all was, instead he was sinularly focused on splitting his sister wide open and claiming her as his lover. "mmpf, ah, Sha-Shaniaaa." He moaned her name was stuttering on his lips, difficult to say all of the sudden, yet wonderful. "Oh... I wanted this... so much... it feels so good..."
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Pocahontas raised an eyebrow ... looking almost - no scratch that - playfully at John. Was itreallythat simple? Some part of her found that a bit difficult to believe. But, for now, she'd take his word for it. As amazing as their first sexual experience had been, everyone would need sleep. Much like Shania, she hadn't forgotten that tomorrow, they intended to fight Kefka head-on.
How was still a different story ... but it would likely rely on the siblings to figure something out.
It certainly felt frustrating. But maybe she could figure a way to contribute out ... and sure enough, mere seconds after she took John's hand to begin gathering the blankets, an idea did indeed come to her. Unfortunately, it meant they were making the right decision by going back to camp and attempting to get some rest rather than indulging in round two, so to speak.
"Try to ---"
But the moans coming from another tent being occupied, obviously by Emrie and Shania, made her stop. Her hand briefly covered her mouth. Rather than staring in shock like one may expect, she muffled an amused chuckle. The two had sounded ready to get in quite the brawl when they had left, and now? They were ... well ... being incredibly intimate with one another. It was quite the shift in mood and attitude to note.
Her fingers lightly rolled over John's hand as she pulled him to a different tent, laying the furs down. Granted, a few had already been inside the one she chose. Even still, extra covers was definitely not a bad thing. After setting the make-shift bed down, Pocahontas laid beside John, pulling the wolf fur over them both.
"Try to wake me up early. I'm going to make some additional medicine before they fight Kefka."
It wouldn't be overly advanced. But it would be something, and evenifthey figured a way to defeat the man? They wouldn't leave this fight without getting some injuries. It just wasn't likely to end without them suffering some pain and agony. In fact, after how today went, the princess was almost positive the thought of them leaving the next fight without any battle wounds or scars was borderline impossible from what she had seen, in fact. Still, as long as they could endure and survive ... that was the main outcome Pocahontas was personally praying for.
"I love you, John," Pocahontas softly whispered, pressing a soft kiss atop his lips before resting her head on his chest. Hazel eyes slowly closed and finally the princess allowed her body to relax and steadily fall into a peaceful slumber.
Flexible?
The word had nearly left her lips. Instead, it simply echoed in her head. That was ... an interesting compliment. Granted, he wasn't wrong. But of all the things she figured Emrie would call or describe her as, that had definitely not been anywhere on her immediate list. But ... maybe that was for the best in its own rights. It wasn't a word that was too lewd or shameful, yet still very honest.
"S-So good! Mmmmmhhh!"
Her gaze had mostly been on Emrie himself. After a bit, though, she couldn't help but notice his gaze wasn't in her eyes. Not exactly. Upon following her sibling's own eyes, she saw what he was staring at. Her body ... particularly near the midsection area.
Holy ... is ... the body really that durable?
The sight of her stomach occasionally bulging from Shania's own brother fucking her like there was no tomorrow made her a bit terrified, but equally aroused. How was she taking him that deep ... and yet not feeling nearly as much pain as it would look like she should be experiencing? If nothing else, it was as her previous instructors had said time and time again; the human body really was a mystery in its own rights. Not just during sex, but as an overall concept.
"O-Oh god, yes!"
A swift, albeit slightly rough, hit against her g-spot caused Shania to return to the here and now. Her grip on the furs tightened and a quick peek down would reveal her knuckles were bright white.
"E-Emriiiiiiiiiiiiiiie! I .... y-you're .... I can barely hold back! I'm so close, but ... I wanna .... "
Her face flushed as she forced herself to finish the sentence.
"I wanna cum with you, Emrie!"
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Emrie Young & John Smith
The idea of siblings having sex was a bit disturbing to the victorian era soldier, but at the same time John couldn't really fault them after all the four of them had seen, an incestious relationship was probably not even on the top 5 of the weirdest things he had played witness too today. Plus after his own encounter with Pocahontas had left him feeling invigorated, and even kind of hopeful against the odds that they would face with Kefka come the morning he was kind of glad that the two of them would have it all out of their system.
He smiled for a moment as he saw the playful look of his own lover, and felt a breath of fresh night air his body feeling more sensitive as the two of them walked. He nodded his head when she asked to be awoken early, there would be a lot of work for the four of them to do. Even if fighting against Kefka seemed impossible it seemed that it was something they had to do. The crazed magician didn't belong in this time.
John laid next to her, feeling the pelts drawn over them, he pulled in closer to her. Enjoying the warmth of both the blankets and her body. "I will do my best to wake before sunrise." But he had to admit that after nearly drowning he still felt lethargic, even with what the two of them had done, he wanted to sleep as much as she did, and didn't know if he would be able to wake earlier than her.
He felt her kiss, his eyes half closed, he returned it, his arm pulling her in close, his hand landing on her back as he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close in the dark of the night. Feeling her stomach press against his body he breathed her scent in. "I love you too." He said with a soft kiss of her neck and then finally falling asleep.
~~~
Emrie was enraptured by the rhythm of their sex, his hips were bouncing aginast her body, her leg held up in the air as he was on his knees, holding her up he could reach along her body and grab onto Shania's breasts. His hands squeezed against her breasts playing with her for a moment as he let out panting moans, his body was sweaty, his cock was hard, and it felt like Shania was either getting tighter or he was getting harder he wasn't sure exactly what was going on. but he could see every curve between them.
He heard his sisters voice, saying that she was feeling good, that she was approaching her climax. He breathed slightly disjointed breaths, he felt warm, he felt his body sweating like a mad man. He kinda wanted a shower. He heard his sisters words, and he agreed with her one hundred percent he wanted to cum with her as well. "Yes, oh, yes!"
He pulled out, dropping Shania's leg, his arms fell onto his sisters shoulders, pushing her into the furs and onto the ground, and within a few seconds his cock was back where it belonged inside her. This time the two of them were tangled with his body pressing directly into hers. his arms wrapped around her neck as he pressed and thrusted into her. Holding her so close and tight. He was practically moaning into her ear. His hot breath against her neck as he moaned and repeated her name his mind a white hot glow.
"I'm cumming." He said loudly, before pressing his lips hard against Shania's his tongue sticking into her mouth, invading her as his cock started to twitch. The white hot liquid of his cum would pour into her. his hips rubbed roughly against her trying to make sure that every single drop would be pressed out of him and into her. As his body slowed down, and the heat died off, he pressed his forehead against hers for a moment holding her still. His breath was still shaky at this point he closed his eyes.
"I want to sleep like this." He said softly, holding her. "With me still inside you... I've wanted, this for so long... I'm afraid that this is somehow a dream." he said softly, unsure. He had this sort of vivid dream before, and usually in the morning he just woke up covered in his own cum, shame and disappointment.
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Shania Young & Pocahontas
Pocahontas gave John a nod and reassuring smile. Honestly, just being able to make the effort to wake up would be a damn good start for now. He wasn't wrong - if it were completely up to her? She'd be more than fine having a lazy day of sorts. Normally, Pocahontas was a woman of routine. But considering that had all but vanished ever since Kefka appeared?
Well ... she was doing a lot of new things she never would have expected. From fighting to making love and everything else in between, including being the sole survivor of her own tribe. For every horrible tragedy she'd survived, though, there seemed to be something else that gave her a glimmer of hope. The most recent 'item' had been the appearance of Shania and Emrie.
As such, she knew the best thing to do was sleep now and hope that come tomorrow, she, John, and the siblings could live for more than just another day.
"That's fine. It doesn't have to be perfect. Just try to wake up sooner as opposed to too much later."
Her playful smirk appeared, only lingering for a few moments before disappearing into a more neutral look as fatigue finally lulled the princess into a peaceful slumber. Before she lost all of her consciousness, though, she managed to softly mumble, "Love you," one more time, gently nuzzling against John's chest as her breathing became calm, hinting she was completely asleep now.
Shania wasn't certain either, but she could definitely feel the exact same things her brother was. There were moments where she was certain she was squeezing around the invading rod like a damned vice, and others were she almost swore - somehow - he was getting bigger inside her. Maybe it was both? How? Fuck if she knew, and frankly?
The last thing Shania did, in the end, was care much, if at all.
It all felt amazing and, much like Pocahontas, she didn't want any of this to end.
Unfortunately, she had been adamant on not going completely crazy this evening for certain reasons. And when they entered her mind once more, she bit on her lower lip, stifling herself while internally groaning. It was, somewhat sadly, probably for the best that she was about to cum. They needed quite a few things, one of which was to get some sleep.
Sure, the keyword may very well be 'some'. But as long as it was more than 'none' ... that was a good start.
"E-Emriiiiieeeeeeeeeee! Oh fuck, yes!"
Just feeling her already sensitive nipples getting touched and fondled roughly damn well nearly drove her over. But if only because it wouldn't be with her sibling? She held back, but damned if it didn't make her own body shudder and all but whine in protest.
"Y-You're driving me crazy! God, fuck! So goooooooooooooooooood!"
Her own set of lewd noises were mingling in with Emrie's and when she took a closer look at herself, she saw that she, too, would need a shower soon. Probably in the morning, more likely than not. Either way, sweat was beginning to trail down the valley of her chest, a few droplets collapsing onto the furs. Her hair was no doubt a mess and Emrie's was steadily becoming pretty unkept as the two continued fucking.
This would be quite the hot porno ...
Her cheeks flushed at the thought. If nothing else, it'd definitely be legal, and hell, tagged with a very popular kink; incest. Something to maybe consider later on?
A huge maybe indeed. There were a lot of unknown possibilities rushing through Shania.
The main thing she knew and was confident about finally arrived as her brother cried out, convulsed, and began to spurt copious jets of sperm deep inside Shania.
"Y-YES! ME TOO! EMRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"
Her muscles clamped again for the .... what time was it now? Millionth? Not literally, but it certainly felt as if she'd sucked around his member that many times. Either way, the familiar sensation registered, causing Shania to tremble with her brother as her own juices coated his cock, their cum now likely very thoroughly mixed with one another.
Shania's eyes lingered on the sight before her; that of Emrie embedded deep inside her newly deflowered pussy. The two of them breathing heavily, moaning and panting in ecstasy ... yet despite the naughty nature, they were both also incredibly content. Even Shania couldn't try to deny that part.
"T-That's ... that's fine. I don't think I can move too well anyway, but umm ... you feel really good, so ... "
Her cheeks burned harder as Shania gently added, "Please do stay inside me."
Those would be the last words Emrie would hear before a combination of pure exhaustion and small bits of disbelief with what had just occurred overtook the young Iroquois and helped her fall into a much needed sleep.
Thankfully, Emrie would find when he woke up he hadnothad a very erotic dream. The sight of Shania still asleep, sprawled on the furs and still a bit sticky from their first session the night before would all spell out he'd actually done it. He'd fucked his own sister.
Likewise, Shania steadily stirring - more out of habit than anything Emrie had or hadn't done - helped her realize the exact same truths.
"So ... we really ... ??"
Before Shania could finish the sentence, a gentle knock from outside their tent. She had done so a bit reluctantly, but Pocahontas ensured at least she got up early enough. And although the fur covering her would likely become redundant soon enough, she had one clutched against her body, concealing most of her erotic areas in the process.
"Mhm. Neither of you were exactly quiet, either."
Thatdefinitely made Shania flush.
"At any rate," Pocahontas continued, "Before breakfast, we all probably need something else. So ... did you two wanna join us in a bath? We can discuss plans there."
Plans ... that was right. They had agreed that, somehow, they would deal with Kefka today. The reminder made Shania's heart sink. As far as she felt, they'd gotten away last time through little more than a fluke, maybe even dumb luck. How in the hell were they supposed topreparefor a man with no doubt stronger magic than anything she and Emrie could conjure combined, and ... ??
Well ... that's probably why Pocahontas is offering. To figure all of that and more out ...
Shania took a shaky breath, slowly nodding before finally mustering up enough courage to reply, "Yeah ... sure. That sounds like a smart idea. Give us a bit pf time to properly wake up and we'll be out."
Satisfied with the answer, Pocahontas gave her own silent nod and moved away, allowing the siblings to have some privacy, no matter how long it would last. Until then, she would move towards the designated area - which turned out to be the nearby river - and waited for everyone to arrive.
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Emrie Young & John Smith
John Smith smiled and pulled his new found love closer to him. "I love you too." He said softly, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep as he held her. He awoke to the movement of his lover. The tittle seemed to fit better than wife, and he was a bit too young to be calling her a girlfriend, but he did indeed love her, and the morning light on her dark skin was a sight to behold. She was a painted goddess in the morning.
"You know this is a sight I could get used too in the mornings." He said giving her a kiss as she went to set up a bath for the two of them he went to gather some quick supplies and set up for a fire in the morning. They would need it once they were done their bath as they would have to make a quick meal, and it was better to set up these things ahead of time.
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Emrie had stayed up a few moments longer feeling his body warmed by his sisters, as he looked at Shania and followed the rise and fall of her breast content he kissed her cheek as he laid on top of her cuddling up to her. "Love you sis." He spoke quietly not wanting to wake her up and instead following her to sleep.
Come morning he was a touch sore, His body however was comfortable, and as he woke up he found he was still entangled, and very much inside of his sister, withdrawing himself a few moments as she started to stir, his morning wood popping up as he rubbed against her, but any thought of a sloppy morning sex was shaken out of him when Pocahontas arrived, and spoke about what happened, his face went a bit red, but honestly he was just happy, he finally had the person he loved, and had been pining after for a few years, he didn't really care if it was an appropriate relationship or not. No one really needed to know or question them.
He nodded, a bath sounded great, he wanted to feel hot water running over his body, and soap. Hot indoor plumbing, and two gorgeos women, the idea of a wife swap or something like an actual foursome passed his mind long enough for him to get a slight smirk about it. "Yeah we will be right out." He said softly waving to Pocahontas it was bad forum of course the only woman he ever had eyes for really was the one he was currently looking at. Shania had been everything he had wanted for a long time.
Getting up he stretched himself out. "Last night may actually be the single best sleep i've ever had." And there was no question as to why that was, Shania's warm body had been pressed to him for the entire night. Of course came the question if the two of them should really talk about their future.
They were about to fight a mad world ending clown, now really didn't seem like a great time to go future planning.
Helping Shania up he looked at her for a moment. "I love you." He said softly choosing to kiss her and move on out to the bath.
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He blinked looking at the cold flowing river, and every single thought he had about sex this morning seemed to fade with Emrie's complete disappointment. When he had been invited to share a bath he hadn't envisioned this. His modern sensibilities were repulsed. "That's not... a bath." He said softly. "It's a river." his voice dripping with disappointment.
John on the other hand walked over to the river and jumped in, as far as ways to wake up in the morning this was one of the best he could envision the water was cold, and sent a delightful shock over his entire body as he breached the surface easily able to stand. In the morning light the two men's bodies were once more completely on display, their differences more apparent now than they had been in the evening by the fire. John was taller, more muscular, his golden hair glowing on his chest, but the biggest differences between them were once again in the nether regions.
John's cock had a foreskin to retreat too, it's head hidden, and with the cold water his balls had shrunk much smaller than what Pocahontas had felt the night before, meanwhile Emrie the coward that he was still standing on dry land. His dick and balls were still thick and heavy with morning wood, and overly hopeful fantasies about how this bath was supposed to go. If he were to jump into that water, he had no doubt that he would loose his size but the sudden shock and shrinkage... instant blue balls, a lot of pain he didn't want to go into this early in the morning.
Emrie was shorter than John, his hair waxed off, even down his legs, as it helped make sure nothing would get caught in the gears of his bike, he was also fatter, less muscle. To Pocahontas's era fat was a sign of wealth, and a good harvest it meant that the people were in good health. To Emri's time it meant he had a bit of a beer gut and had been sucking it in subconsciously.