As they drove slowly down the street back to Spirit Cop Headquarters, Alli wasn’t quite sure what to make of the strange woman in her car. This Kaihime clearly knew her somehow, but she stopped talking as soon as she sat down in the Spirit-Mobile. Once inside, she just stared both at the inside of the car and the outside world slowly passing by. She rubbed the dashboard and the seats as if they were something foreign and mysterious.
“Where are you from?” Alli finally asked after the fifth rubdown of the car’s interiors. “Why did you have to make such a dramatic appearance? I have a phone after all.” She waved the cell phone in between them as a reminder.
“I am sorry,” Kaihime said. “I’m a bit unsure of this world. It is...different than I expected.”
“What do you mean ‘this world’? Are you an alien? Because I think I’ve already had my share of those.”
Kaihime shook her head. “No, I simply come from somewhere else. I’m not sure what I can tell you. If I say too much I might endanger the ti—It might be dangerous.”
“Endanger the what?”
“I may have already said too much.”
“What is this about? You said something about Doppelganger. You said he’s alive and targeting us. But we all saw him die. We checked the body. He was definitely dead.”
Kaihime looked out the window again as they whisked by a dilapidated liquor store. “I must tell the others as well. The more often I speak, the more danger I may bring. Please just hurry.”
“You’re not making any sense,” Alli said. “What danger? What problems? You tell me Doppelganger is alive somehow and back after us, but you can’t tell me anything else. I need something to work with here.”
“Bring me to the others. I can give you answers then.”
Alli didn’t much care for the stranger’s attitude, but this Kaihime clearly presented at least an air of truth. The circuits integrated into her skin marked her as something more than human. Alli knew technology-based metahumans existed in the world, but Kaihime seemed completely unlike any of them. The tech in her skin was several generations ahead of anything on the market. And the way the circuits laced into her skin looked like some body modification gone horribly wrong.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Saturday, October 10, 2015
ICONS Character Profile: Melinoe
Name: Melinoe, goddess of nightmares
Origin: Birthright
First Appearance: Book Two, Chapter 2
ABILITIES
Prowess 5
Coordination 4
Strength 5
Intellect 6
Awareness 5
Willpower 8
Stamina 13
Determination 9
SPECIALTIES
Deception
Occult
Psychiatry
POWERS
Constructs (Limits: Can only be used to bring nightmares to life) 8
Dream Control 5
Immortality
Magic 4
Telepathy (Extras: Mind Probe; Limits: can only read fears) 8
QUALITIES
Above Mankind
Connections: Hades
Connections: Olympus
Connections: Caelus
Goddess of Nightmares
CHALLENGES
Glass Jaw
In Persephone’s Service
Weakness: any attempt to kill a human results in power loss
HISTORY & PERSONALITY Melinoe is the three thousand year old goddess of nightmares. Daughter of Persephone through an affair with an unknown god (presumedly Zeus), she exists in the middle of the uncomfortable relationship between her father and Pluto. Neither her presumed father nor stepfather has ever given Melinoe anything but cruelty. Melinoe learned as a child that manipulation was the key to her survival. Unwelcome to stay for long periods of time in either Hades or Olympus, she learned that she could use her abilities to get her wishes.
She rampaged across much of the world for several hundred years before being forced into service of the dream gods Morpheus and Hypnos by her fathers. In recent centuries, the sleep god and the dream god vanished and left Melinoe as sole arbiter of dreams in the Greek pantheon.
Though her powers have grown limited in the last one hundred years, her nature makes her one of the most potent gods on Earth and a danger to anyone that faces her. Fortunately, her abilities are limited by her mother’s own magic. Trapped in the human world and under the supervision of her brother, she now works at a strip club called Lumber Jacks, biding her time until she can rise to power again.
HISTORY & PERSONALITY Melinoe is the three thousand year old goddess of nightmares. Daughter of Persephone through an affair with an unknown god (presumedly Zeus), she exists in the middle of the uncomfortable relationship between her father and Pluto. Neither her presumed father nor stepfather has ever given Melinoe anything but cruelty. Melinoe learned as a child that manipulation was the key to her survival. Unwelcome to stay for long periods of time in either Hades or Olympus, she learned that she could use her abilities to get her wishes.
She rampaged across much of the world for several hundred years before being forced into service of the dream gods Morpheus and Hypnos by her fathers. In recent centuries, the sleep god and the dream god vanished and left Melinoe as sole arbiter of dreams in the Greek pantheon.
Though her powers have grown limited in the last one hundred years, her nature makes her one of the most potent gods on Earth and a danger to anyone that faces her. Fortunately, her abilities are limited by her mother’s own magic. Trapped in the human world and under the supervision of her brother, she now works at a strip club called Lumber Jacks, biding her time until she can rise to power again.
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 7-3
“You like me that way.” Marilyn grabbed his back and pressed her body close to him. She rubbed herself across him, let him feel her wetness against his manhood. She teased him like that as she kissed him. He stifled a groan as he kissed her back.
“Do I need to sing happy birthday to you, Mr. President?”
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down on to him. She groaned as she felt him slip inside her. She started to ride him as he stared up into her eyes enraptured.
Cyrus grinded into her, but it wasn’t enough. He needed her like he never needed anything in the decades of his life. He needed her body, her mind and her soul. He needed everything, even if deep down he knew he could never fully have them.
But for now—for now they were his.
He grabbed her by the hips and lifted them both off the bed. He twisted in the air and dropped her back on to the bed. It happened in just a few short seconds, all without losing their connection. Now on top and in control, he drove himself down and into her over and over. Her hand dropped down above their connection. A second later, he felt her body shiver and shake again beneath him.
He slowed, panting, but did not stop. His focus was only on her, only on their passion.
He found his personal Olympus between her legs.
Cyrus never caught a glimpse of the shadows on the edges of the room.
He never saw the slim shadows move and deepen as they grow, slowly edged closer on the couple’s love-making. They moved as though something alive, something in need. As the darkness grew outside, they grew stronger. In time they would have enough power to make their presence finally known. The night was their domain and soon, the whole world would be in their hands.
Finally, their plan would be revealed to the entire world. And whether the woman before them knew it, she would help them fulfill their quest. Or the little godling would pay with his life.
He smiled and shook his head. “You’re insatiable, you know that.”
“Do I need to sing happy birthday to you, Mr. President?”
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down on to him. She groaned as she felt him slip inside her. She started to ride him as he stared up into her eyes enraptured.
Cyrus grinded into her, but it wasn’t enough. He needed her like he never needed anything in the decades of his life. He needed her body, her mind and her soul. He needed everything, even if deep down he knew he could never fully have them.
But for now—for now they were his.
He grabbed her by the hips and lifted them both off the bed. He twisted in the air and dropped her back on to the bed. It happened in just a few short seconds, all without losing their connection. Now on top and in control, he drove himself down and into her over and over. Her hand dropped down above their connection. A second later, he felt her body shiver and shake again beneath him.
He slowed, panting, but did not stop. His focus was only on her, only on their passion.
He found his personal Olympus between her legs.
***
Cyrus never caught a glimpse of the shadows on the edges of the room.
He never saw the slim shadows move and deepen as they grow, slowly edged closer on the couple’s love-making. They moved as though something alive, something in need. As the darkness grew outside, they grew stronger. In time they would have enough power to make their presence finally known. The night was their domain and soon, the whole world would be in their hands.
Finally, their plan would be revealed to the entire world. And whether the woman before them knew it, she would help them fulfill their quest. Or the little godling would pay with his life.
He smiled and shook his head. “You’re insatiable, you know that.”
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