Elf maiden in New York

[Elfin whore]

Got this idea from some stories I read.
Plot: Idrial, an elven princess, travles through a portal to escape the life of duty and order that she was born into. Not knowing where the portal would take her she finds herself in the frightening realm of New York City. The other main character in a local man/woman who takes Idrial in and eventually develops a romantic interest in her. Antagnonists could include Elven guards sent to return the princess, government agents or whatever. this is a very open ended story and I look forward to getting it off the ground. Let me know if you are interested.

 

[Maka]

I'd be very interested in playing. Thought for a char: Kyle, a melancholy, dreamhaunted student who lives above a strange bookshop in the Village. Sound good?

 

[Elfin whore]

Sounds great. I'm going to wait until friday for any other people interested and then we can get started

 

[Maka]

All righty, sounds good.

 

[Phoenix_05]

Can I be Kyle's practical and skeptical boyfriend that thinks this "elf" is just some kind of D&D nutjob?

 

[Maka]

Cool, works for me, Phoenix_05.

 

[Elfin whore]

Everyone can submit an optional character summary but otherwise it looks like we're ready to go.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Randall Jenkins:

Randy is an experienced agent of the NSA, National Security Ageny, aka the No Such Agency.

However, unlike most who work the communications and computers Randy's one of the field agents who now and then investigate strange or unusual signals, pulses, indications of a new signal or device picked up by the NSA as it goes about its business of monitoring all of the electronics on a global scale.

When a long duration pluse, electronically speaking, of nearly a minute of a previously undetected nature is dectected in New York City at 1 AM on New Year's Day morning (*G*) Randy's called and sent on the redeye from Washington to New York with a computer dweeb and his gear as an assistant and tech support. (Hope someone male or female wants the role as I'm barely a user *g.)

It's now 4 AM and the jet is about to land at JFK.

(I hope this is acceptable to all.)

 

[Elfin whore]

Section 1

I sit fuming in my bedchamber, a broken glass lies shattered on the opposite side of the room. though I have been taught throughout my youth to refrain from vulgar displays of passion, I found myself unable to contain my frustration. My own father, who has claimed to love me more than life itself has just bartered me off like cattle to wed Prince Nicolae of the neighboring kingdom. "to the happy couple!", he toasted at the banquet two days past. I'm 184 years old! That sort of decision should be mine to make. I call one of the servant girls up. Usually, having my hair brushed does wonders for my nerves. However, the treatment seems too have little effect besides making me look better than I feel.
I need some way to escape this cruel fate. There is only one option that comes to mind. There are three portals in this world, one kept by each ruler of the kingdoms. Which means that there is one several stories beneath my feet. It is a risky plan though. unless I posess a spirit stone of the realm I wish to travle to, the portal could deposite me in any of them. That, is a punishment given only to the most grevious violators of our laws. After careful consideration, I decide on the realm of Acharon. This realm was settled by the elves many years ago and even though it is home to the savage lupines, it is the safest option. I can travle to an elf village and start a new life for myself. First, I pack a bag with a traveling cloak, some bread, a glass orb containing the breath of life and my three favorite gowns (not including the one I'm wearing currently).
It is the dead of night so creeping to the hall of artifact and taking the spirit stone of Acharon is not difficult. I have almost reached the portal chamber when I hear a voice behind me. "Milady? is that you?" I curse inwardly and put on my most imperious face as I turn to face him.
"Yes servant, it is I. Why do you disturb me?" His eyes pass over my bag, the bulge of the spirit stone in my gown and finally, the doors of the chamber I was about to enter.
"Milady, I think it would be best if you accompanied me back to your chambers." He says cautiously, taking a step towards me. realizing it is now or never, I turn and sprint towards the portal chamber. I thrown the door open and see the shining blue light of my freedom, when I am thrown to the floor by the sudden weight of the guard tackling me from behind. He gets up and begins to pull me to my feet by the wrist. I lash out with my other hand and rake my nails down the length of his ear. My people's ears are very sensetive. He cries out and releases my wrist. I turn and leap through the portal and into oblivion.
When the world stops spinning I slowly climb to my feet. My first realizationis that it is raing hard. My gown quickly gets soaked through, and I begin to feel very cold. I look around this place and find myself staring at massive towers of steel thousands of bright lights. This is not Acharon, what is this place? I feel frantically for the spirit stone and find it missing. I Moan in fear as I realize that I must have lost it when the guard tackled me. I find myself frozen by fear and I curl up against a tree and cry softly.
My self pity is broken by a harsh voice. "Hey pretty lady, how much you charge for a lap dance?" I look up and see a sneering face with several metal objects sticking out of it leering down at me. I am not accustomed to being spoken to in such a tone and found my sadness raplaced with indignation.
"Away with you, you lowborn filth!" I cry, acting more imperious than I usually would. My response seemed to anger him however.
"I'll teach you to talk back you little tart!" And he grabs me roughly by my shoulders and yanks me to my feet.

 

[Elfin whore]

Oh, by the way. The NSA agent is fine

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC: And he thanks you.

 

[Maka]

Kyle had forgotten her umbrella. It was such a her thing to do. She huddled in a shop doorway, thin arms wrapped around herself, hoping the rain would stop, mustering her willpower and thinking: Sun. Sun. Sun.

It was ineffective.

By the time she'd finally convinced herself to move, the rain was pouring down. Her short, dark red hair was plastered to the sides of her face and her jacket was drenched. Underneath, her t-shirt and jeans clung damply and miserably to her slim, boyish body.

She didn't register the disturbance until she'd almost walked into it; a big skinhead shaking some girl furiously. The street was dark, almost deserted except for the three of them.

Kyle didn't stop to consider that the skinhead was almost twice her size.

"Hey!", she said, stepping forward.

 

[Elfin whore]

Mel had only planned to slap this high and mighty bitch around a bit, but when he noticed that she had fainted he grinned as he imagined the other possiblities for tonight. His moment of anticipation was broken by the sound of a woman yelling at him.
Mel didn't want another stay in jail, but he noted that the three of them were alone in the alley.
"Piss off girlie. This is between me and this little bit."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Randall Jenknis:

Once off the plane from New York they claimed their baggage, which include all Randy might need, he hopes, and the equipment for his partner.

The Government credit card supplied them with a new mini van so Randy's partner could set up all of his field gear once the power converter's were hooked into place and they headed into the City to find the reason and source for the most odd power reading detected in Washington a few hours ago.

They headed to the outskirts of The Village and the location pinpointed by the satellite photo intelligence looking for a female overdressed for that location and inappropriately dressed for the rain.

Few realize that with today technology it's very easy to read a newspaper headlinne from 500 miles out of the Earth's atmosphere so she was unlikely to know that they had a recognizable picture of her looking up at either the buildings or the rainy sky.

 

[Phoenix_05]

David was getting some coffee from a Starbucks across the street from where Kyle was shopping. They were supposed to meet in front of her shop after he had his drink and she had... whatever she had gone in there to buy. Kyle shopped so much it was hard to keep up with what she was really looking for. David was 6' 1, 195 lbs, and well built; he had to be. David was a firefighter, and it took a lot of muscle to pull people screaming people out of burning buildings.

David was stepping out of the Starbucks, opening his umbrella, and muttering about the insane price for a cup of coffee; when he saw his girlfriend walking up to a guy that had more metal on his face than skin. He was shaking a girl, and it looked like Kyle was about to stand up to him.

He didn't appear to be intimidated; Kyle was going to need some backup.

 

[Elfin whore]

Mel had made up his mind to give this new girl a good slap and walk away with his new plaything, but then he saw the large man approaching. Doing what little math he could in his head, Mel figured that it was time to cut his losses.
"Aright, fine. You people can have the bitch. Christ, who are you? Her fuckin parents?"
He then Unceremoniously dropped the girl and stalked off, muttering to himself.

 

[Phoenix_05]

David watched as the punk dropped the woman to the ground. He jogged the rest of the way over and quickly asked Kyle if she was okay as he knelt to check the oddly dressed woman's vitals. She had a steady pulse and breath, her neck and spine seemed fine. He did all that he was taught in first-aid, and deemed her stable. The only thing wrong, aside from her attire, were her abnormally long and pointy ears. David guessed that it was simply some odd birth defect and lifted her up into his arms.

"We had better get her out of the rain. We could take her to the Hospital, but she's not hurt. Sould we taker her to our apartment, it's a lot closer." As David waited for Kyle's response, he couldn't help but notice how light this odd woman was.

 

[Elfin whore]

I finally awake... and in a very strange place. My garments have been removed and I am wrapped in a blanket of rougher material than I am used to. The floor is made of wood, not the smooth marble of my home. this blanket is beginning to become very irritating, so I let it drop from me. I notice with dismay that my silken blonde hair is in a horrid state (I must make a note to get myself groomed soon). There is a box in the middle of the room with glass in the middle and portrusions with a writing I cannot understand. I reach out and touch the top portrusion... the glass suddenly comes to life and begins showing people. They are sitting in large chairs and shrieking at one another about cheating... but cheating at what? All the while, a man with... glass over his eyes frowns thoughtfully and an unruly crowd is chanting somthing... Jerry? They must worship this "Jerry".
"Greetings." I say the the people, but they do not seem to hear me. "GREETINGS." I repeat, louder. Still, they do not respond. I am about to berate them for ignoring me when I hear someone enter. I realize my nudity and look for something to cover myself (My people are not modest about our bodies and wear clothing more for comfort. However, we have found that other people we encounter do not share our ways and are more comfortable with us covered). Unfortunatly I am unable to find anything sutible, other than that wretched blanket which I absolutly refuse to wear, before the person enters the room.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Randall Jenkins:

[OOC: Still need a male or female to play is techie partner if anyone's interested in the role.]

As his partner drives they cruise the streets as Randy scans the faces of the females on the sidewalk to no avail. After a hour of cruising the area where the 'spike' had originated they drive to the NSA apartment in the City for a night's rest.

 

[Ibsen]

*The two NSA-agents entered the NSA-apartment. It was a 4 room and kitchen. It had been decorated by some of the female agents and, atleast in agent Johnssons eyes, it looked horrific. Johnsson had ben a NSA-agent for about 3½ years, and he liked it. Before he joined the NSA he had been on a submarine, but he had got tired of it when he heard about the Kursk incident, and somehow gotten in to the NSA. His experiences with computers and such technology had helped him get the job as a investigating field agent, specielized in strange pusles and signals. He now sat with his new partner or boss, depending on how one wanted to see it, Randy, in the NSA-apartment having more or less nothing to do.

Johnssson was 180 cm high, brown short hair, pretty muscular, but with a small hint of "cop-belly" due to the fast-food he had eaten the last years, something that was from the lack of time when sitting and writing reports and investigate some signal some nerd had sent out in hope of attracting aliens...*

(OT: Can I join? )

 

[Phoenix_05]

They brought the strange woman to their apartment and set her on the couch. The woman's cloths were filthy from being dropped in the street and Kyle said that she could wear some of her cloths (they were about the same size). David was about to step out of the room when Kyle looked at her watch and cursed. "I'm late for work, you'll have to do it."

"What!?" David asked, shocked. "I'm not going to undress a woman I don't even know!"

"Her clothes are soking, she'll get sick if you leave her in them. Get some of my clothes out of the closet and leave them by the couch after you undress her. Besides I trust you not to do anything dirty with the 'damsel-in-distress.'" She winked playfully as she walked out on her way to work.

After a moment, David decided that there really was no other option, this woman would get sick if she stayed in those wet clothes. He slowly removed the dress, trying not to touch anything private, but his hand couldn't help but lightly caress her breast as he pulled the fabric over it. Dan realized how soft they were, and blushed. As he pulled it all off, and caught himself marvelling at how beutiful she was. Her body was perfectly formed and the color of her skin was mesmerizing. David laid a blanket over her, (more to keep him mind from wandering further than to keep her warm) and went into the bedroom to find some clothes.

He was in there a while trying to find some clothes that were not ratty, but that Kyle wouldn't mind this other girl wearing. Satisfied, folded a pair of jeans and a red sweater and placed a pair of panties and a bra over them. He stepped out into the room to find the naked concious woman sitting in front of the T.V.

"Whoa" He exclaimed as he turned his head the other way. "I ah... got you out of those wet cloths so you wouldn't get sick." He began walking toward to couch, still trying not to look at her. "Here are some clothes." David put them on the couch and walked out with crimson cheeks.

 

[Elfin whore]

"Wait!" I cry, relived at finding sombody to question. "where is this place? Who are you? How did I come here?" I take notice that he is a very attractive... he is not an elf. What is he then? He does not have the feral aspect of a lupine either. I suppose I will find out eventually.
Seeing his confused look, I realize that I have been terribly inconsiderate and not covered or introduced myself. "forgive me." I say, placing the clothing he gave me over my front, "I am Idrial."

 

[Elfin whore]

Oh, and Ibsen, totally cool to join

 

[Phoenix_05]

Her sudden burst of movement made her fine breasts jiggle, and David couldn't help but look untill her quistions registered in his mind.

"Huh? Oh! I'm David, and you're in the apartment I share with my girlfriend Kyle." David replied, speaking slowly and evenly to help calm this erratic woman. "You had a bad scare. Kyle and I ran that punk off when we saw that you looked like you needed help. You feinted and we brought you back here to get you off the street."

He hoped she hadn't noticed the way he looked at her breasts, Kyle would have killed him. "Let me get out of here while you dress. Can I get you some tea?"

 

[Ibsen]

*Back in the NSA apartment, the two agents takes turns watching the reading-instrument and watching TV, Johnsson was sitting at the instruments while Randy saw on Letterman*

´Ey, Randy!? I get a wierd power-spike here... Eminating from this address... *Johnsson showed his colleague the address.*

It´s only 15 minutes away, what do you say if we go and get the job done early?

*Johnsson though that it just was some hacker that pulled a joke on the goverment, and he looked forward of busting his probably skinny ass.*