Asa's Sunset Cove

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She was a photo journalist who had always found herself drawn to some of the most volatile situations and dangerous locales and this time was no different. She was working half for a company and half for herself, using their money to get what they want and feed her own agenda. Due to the places her intended job took her she had been given a hired gun... bodyguard merc whatever you want to call him... they have worked together before and butted heads on more than one occasion on opposite sides of the situation as well. She was always glad when they could part company and her what she hoped was passing interest in that muscle bound bull headed man could pass. Deep down she knew she was in love and loathed that feeling but for some reason always found herself in need of hiring him or found him seeking her out to help her... By the Gods please don't let this man feel the same... thats the last thing she needs was some man fawning over her and worrying about her...She was perfectly fine alone in this world traveling and revealing the good the bad and the ugly and making the world face it all.
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Little did she know he was fighting the same feelings with no clue that she could ever love someone like him. He was the type she exposed... cold calculating killer but he did it for the right reasons.... and money. She may have been just as comfortable in the depths of some jungle sleeping on the ground but the stunning beauty he saw no matter where they were to him always deserved the lavish places her various employers money set her up in. She was so strong and so beautiful to him but way too reckless so something drove him to always be the one to protect her whenever he could.

~They sat in the spacious villa as she stared at him her arms crossed and her legs crossed and her foot twitching with her anger as she finally spoke.

Your job... your only job beyond the occasional assistance with a camera bag is to get me safely into and out of places that the government of this dear little country would prefer I not get access to... Is that clear. It is NOT in fact your job to think for me decide what is best or safest for me... Period... If I had wanted safe I would be working in my fathers ad agency... Got it?

With that she stood and walked off as all he could do for a moment was smile watching that irate little walk of hers as she headed to the balcony to cool off.​

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They were Gypsies... wanderers... vigilantes of a unique kind. They were gifted... Mutants some might call them... Magical... whatever... they didn't care they just traveled helping each other and the goodness of the world by seeing to the busting and destruction of the guilty... the depraved and those that were corrupt but could not be touched due to money or whatever power they had.

She could manipulate peoples minds with her voice. They would see what she wanted them to see with merely a slither of power in her voice. She could heal herself as well to an interesting level... She could heal herself up to the point of... being a virgin again IF she wanted to or at least close enough that their bodies confirmed what their minds hoped for.

He could also manipulate peoples vision but he would create illusions and the ability to camoflage himself better than a chameleon almost literally making himself look like the item he hid in or by. He was even very good at seduction but that was just a honed skill not any special power there.

They sat back on the bed in their current dive of a hotel home reading the paper that exposed a corrupt judge.

Well revered judge exposed... she read as she sat there absently tracing her fingertips along his naked shaft. He laid there against her listening as he smiled

A highly respected local judge was spotted by anonymous photographer and his wife as she walked in on him in his office molesting an unknown young woman. The young woman's identity is being kept private by local police due to her age and families request. The wife stated that she hired the photographer without knowing his name... only on the fact that they claimed they could prove her husband was cheating on her.

Wow. He got away with his little office romps for years buying off families or threatening them with trumped up charges to buy their silence... Not any more... Sorry Judge you lose... She laughed and tossing the paper aside she snuggled down by him and nipped at his lips. So while the Judge and I had fun did you have fun with his wife? She asked.

Only after wrapping that plastic filled cow in an illusion of you that I could see too beautiful... After that I got the feeling that she had never been fucked like that before in her life... Kinda pity your end of this little case if thats the truth.

Ohh he was impressive just apparently takes a much younger woman to bring out the animal in him.

They laughed and began exploring each other to get reacquainted after their last "case"​

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/NightPoet/Current/a5828d1e.jpgShe was nothing more than a dream... or so he thought. A dream that was beyond real to him... beyond any desire that he could ever imagine. Little did he know that his dream was her cry for help... Trapped in a magical sleep... the dream scape had been her domain for centuries seeking that one soul that one mind that one heart that could call to her... hear her... free her. Time and dimension hold no meaning to her. Is he a man from her own time? Is he from some far flung future? Some other realm entirely?

((He is from earth time period negotiable if he believes in Magic or anything like that or if he doesn't believe in it till he learns the truth about her is all up for discussion... Just a loose idea that will be added to as I figure out more. Just posting this to save what my mind tossed out for now.))​

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Every city has its own Chinatown and every Chinatown has its own mysteries. This little corner of the war torn hell hole remains of what was once Los Angeles.

Rumor was there was someone within this little walled sanctuary that could "manipulate" events around them... The reason that this walled city had not been brought down by the New Council nor their Marines... So the Directors as they were called offered an open contract to any willing to gain access to this fortress and "Convince" their secret weapon into leaving the city. Rumors abound in the little camps strewn through out the area around the little walled city. It is a woman of unsurpassed beauty... It is a creature trapped or forced to stay in a human form to help them. That it is an immortal found in the old country and brought over under the cover of night and to appease it they feed it their enemies that is why no one who manages to get in ever leaves. For all their care it tells them what it thinks they need to know. It is neither good nor evil that is why some attacks manage to surprise them but nothing ever has fully destroyed them.

After sitting listening to all the tales and memorizing his orders he scoped out the defenses and the "trade routes" in and out of the city. Deciding the best angle to approach this he managed to sneak into the town and had been living in there as one of the merchants main muscle labor and general pack horse for the old man. He learned fairly quickly that the old man was not all that willing of a citizen nor were many others. With that surprise support group and fountain of knowledge of the main "government" in this place he was guided to his target. The door opened as they entered the hallway leading to the chambers of the unknown "magic soul" as the residents called it. A woman stood there watching them before speaking.

You should quicken your steps to my chambers to hide before the Magistrate makes his daily visit to learn what I have seen.

This was NOT what he was expecting... If she chose not to leave willingly he could not kill her that was out of the question and he didn't want to get her killed... it was as if something cast a spell over his mind... Now what?​

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She was one a priestess... Long ago in the deserts of the Old Kingdoms times in Egypt. No one knew where she came from but she could not only hear the Gods and Goddesses she could see them and when in her presence there were a scattered few who could as well. The Priests and Priestesses that raised her and watched her carefully noted that from from the day she was found in the Desert alone with no signs of any others having ever been around her she was the daughter of the Gods and Goddesses themselves.
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When she was 20 war came to her land and her people. At first the temples were safe but then as war will do the soldiers became mad and would raid the temples. She by this time had become close with a young Commander. He had done all he could to keep the men in his command away from any sign of her temple home. And for a while that was possible until one of his men followed him to see where he would slip away to late in the night. Finding the young priestess and his commander he was sure the witch had put a spell on his commander so he took command and led the rest of the soldiers that very night to destroy the temple and slaughter all within. The last thing she saw where the eyes of her lover as he held her as she died.

Now centuries later those eyes haunt the dreams and nightmares of a young woman also found as an orphan in the deserts of Egypt who now works with all Egyptian Exhibits in the US.

She had drawn those eyes a thousand times and now here walking into her office this man with those same eyes and an Ankh around his neck stood before her.

Umm... She watched him for a moment as he watched her as well waiting for an answer to his introduction.

Are you alright Maam?

Oh Uh yes...Sorry I tend to zone everything out when situations get like this. Now what were you saying?

He introduced himself again as the commander of the small contingent of soldiers she and the Egyptian Antiquities dept had petitioned the US Government for with the new arrival of artifacts and the national tour of Old Kingdom artifacts and mummies.

She had no idea why but those eyes seemed to be a strange comfort and a great fear... but why.

In another room still packed away in a box was the sacred stone from the Priestess headdress softly glowing feeling the souls it protected now together again. Drawing the attention of a stray stowaway night black cat who curled up by the box purring contentedly as it listened to the soft voice of the stone.​