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(Canticle of Hope) Ch. 5: Closer to Home (NSFW)

Seeing Shade's tentacles shoot towards her, Urania begins to shift her weight back and turn on her foot. Just as the lead tentacle makes contact with her knee, she vanishes in a burst of stardust - which hangs in the air for a moment before shooting through Shade!

"A god, huh?" Urania's voice, dismissive, issues from the darkness behind the monster as she blinks back into existence, dropping into a crouch and sliding back a little as she finishes her turn. "I'm not impressed."

Activating Luminous Evasion, and spending a Hero point so that it does damage on the way past.
Perform check to dodge: Natural 20 + 9 + 4 (Kye's buff) = 33, avoiding the grab and recharging Hitomi's powers.
Perform check to deal damage: 18 + 9 + 4 = 31.
Damage: 4d6 = 16.
 
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Shade

The creature of darkness screamed in agony as light ripped and tore through his form. He hit the ground on one knee, gasping for breath. Several of his tentacles were charred stumps. The slimy darkness that was his skin was burned way completely in places, baring sickly green glowing bones beneath.

"Damn you!" he gasped, barely strong enough to speak.
 
As the tar one, fell to his knees, Euterpe stalked across the scene her high boots clicking as she strode. With her head held high, she began, "Poorest idiot, you take when you could give. You push what could easily be offered. You hide what should be shown and now, as you lie here, you curse when you should ask forgiveness." The staccato of her heels sharp against the tiled floor. "You have no bounds of shame, no art of semblance, honor of word or deed. You ruled minions out of fear, yet the did not fear you but the big bad behind you. Now, look at you, hurt, crippled, limp and alone. Your toys are broken and flaccid or charred." Now she stood over him, and stretching one long leg forward, she planted her heel on his shoulder, "Know your deeds come with a price." Her arm raced forwards, a sweeping arc beneath the upraised chin. With a flick of her wrist, she cleaned her bow and kicked the baron from her heel. The charnal grin now several feet from his shoulders.

Turning to her sisters she bows her head and whispers back beneath her arm to the fallen one behind her, "You are forgiven."
Destiny point spent
Auto hit and crit
4d6+8
22 points of damage.
 
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Shade's skull rolled around on the floor, making the devastated girls gasp and cling to each other. They regarded the magic girls with clear awe, like the heroes they were.

Shade's skull rolled right out of the sludgy shadow. the shadows melted quickly to inky smoke, but even that was quick to disipate. There were a luminious green skeleton beneath. It caugth fire like a marsh light and burned away over a few minutes.
 
Kye never looked at the remains of Shade, she needed to move forward. Shelter these beauties, that is what she told herself, yet... She had ended him. As she moved from violated beauty she crooned a soothing song, she wished she could play for them. They needed such distraction and between cleansings she would lift her violin and offer a distracting tune. Then it was time to cuddle another in her arms, warm them with her embrace and kiss them with love, a gentle reminder to forget the horrors of the night as a nightmare should be dealt with. She was not above using the Voice, a soothing word to remind them they wish to move forward, to live, to grow stronger from this event, and to support their sisters here in the complex who shared the nightmare. Accept a life of charity as service to others can heal all shames. She always had a song, though her crooning harmony was on key, her heart was in the fiddle and violin music.
 
As Euterpe advanced upon the gasping demon, Urania glanced away. He was finished; he deserved what was to come, for all he'd done, but she didn't need to see it end. She heard Euterpe's final pronouncement, heard the thud of his falling body, and let out a long, slow breath. That was it, then. They'd won.

The kitsune stood slowly in the dark, lit by the flickering flames of the burning skeleton. She took a moment on her own to catch her breath, glancing over at Shade's fallen skull for a second before turning away again with a sad shake of her head. Then she began to walk back towards the others, giving Euterpe a warm smile and a nod as she passed but not wanting to interrupt the fiddler's music or her work. She came to a stop in front of Kohaku, and dipped into a grateful bow.

"Thank you," she said simply. "We wouldn't have been able to do anything about this if you hadn't warned us."
 
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Kohaku answered the bow with one of her own. "Thank you. You're all truly incredible. My clan has a lot to deal with right now and we can't always help people like this. I'm very grateful you're out here doing this, and I promise to help whenever i can."
 
A faint blush spread across Urania's cheeks at the pretty kunoichi's words of praise. "I think that I'd... um, that is, that we'd like that, Kohaku-san," she replied. There were still of lot of questions unanswered as far as the ninja and her clan was concerned but, for now, Urania decided to let those go unvoiced. As far as she was concerned, Kohaku's actions here tonight proved that her heart was in the right place; she deserved to her privacy respected.

For a moment the blushing kitsune favored the ninja with a soft smile, before glancing away and tugging the hood of her cloak back up over her face. She glanced briefly towards Euterpe, still offering comfort, then turned towards the door. "I'm going to do another quick sweep, make sure we didn't miss any of them," she told the others. "I'll catch up with you at the entrance."

And with that, she left Euterpe to her work.
 
Making it back to Isabella's house without Kohaku, the girls found it empty. As usually, Isa's parents were working nights. Their freshman friend herself had left very early to try out the gymnastics club. (The warmth of the coffee made it seem like she'd only been gone a few minutes.)

The girls released their inspiration. Eurydice and Orpheus cuddled together on the roof outside and beside Isa's window. Ryoko played a soothing night core mix and made them all a cup of green tea. After warming her hands on it for a few minutes and taking a few slow, languid sips Ryoko whispered, “I need a shower, girls. Want to do it together?”
 
Euterpe released the inspiration, Kye, looking up at the ceiling, realized that her own body was saying things that needed to be voiced. She bounced a bit, not knowing how to present the voice her body wanted to, and she and Ryoko were not alone. She accepted the coffee, though doused it with an American's dose of sugar. That is to say, too much. The warmth between her palms was nice and she thought about her turn in the showers as Ryoko mentioned them. Then she was invited into the showers as well. Kye bounced hard on her toes, her body jiggling a bit as well. Though not as endowed as Euterpe, Kye was able to present nice jiggle. "Huh, oh, ummm, yeah, sure is that ok? That would be nice. Think we can all fit?"
 
Her final patrol hadn't turned up anything, and by the time Hitomi had made it back to the house and transformed back into her normal self, the thing her body most wanted was rest. She'd even forgone her usual solitude and agreed to crash back at Isabella's house rather than make the rest of the journey back! Once they made it inside, she'd found a couch and sunk heavily into it, accepting the tea with a weary, grateful smile. She had a vague feeling something was up with Kye - was it just her imagination, or did she seem more aware of Hitomi's presence than usual for some reason? - but she was too tired to worry about what it was right now.

At any rate, a nice, warm shower sounded wonderful right now. The kitsune offered a weary nod of her head, and stiffed a yawn. "Oh, that does sound like a nice idea. I think I can keep my eyes open that long..."
 
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"Well, that depends..." Ryoko was blushing, and she gave a giggle. "Are you willing to risk getting caught? There's a huge shower in Mr. Donovan's bedroom... Hunk-Daddy surely isn't going to get back for a few more hours, right?
 
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Well, that certainly woke her up a little. Hitomi had been mid-sip of her tea when Ryoko giggled and her made suggestion, which caused the kitsune to splutter and blush deeply herself. She hadn't had quite the detailed view of Isabella's Dad that the others had received that morning, but she'd seen the pictures of him and his wife, and something about the phrase "hunk-Daddy" made her picture exactly what kinds of things the pair of them needed such a large shower for...

"S-Suzuyume-san! H-how do you even know that?" The kitsune let out a scandalised laugh as she carefully leaned forward to set down her tea. She was still giggling, and blushing, as she settled back against the couch, buoyed by her friend's mood. "I, um... I suppose nobody would really mind. I can take another risk tonight."

In fact, just agreeing to share the shower was a bit of an adventure for her; what was one more risk?
 
Neko Violin.jpg Kye's light blush flared as she remembered that morning quite well. "Ummm, we shouldn't!" She said this, even as her steps took her closer to the stairs, "We couldn't," she made eye contact with the other girls. "We will, though we won't do anything there that has not been done before." She giggled, and the blush from her cheeks reached all the way down her neck and bloomed across the crown of her chest.
 
Hitomi couldn't contain another helpless laugh at Kye's words, her friend's deep blush only feeding her own. The kitsune broke eye contact first, glancing down and biting her lip hesitantly for one more moment before pulling together her confidence and following the nekomini's lead. She scrambled up off the couch and made for the stairs, her fingers already beginning to work at the upper buttons of her shirt as she went.
 
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Ryoko burst out into a full out giggle fit, blushing hard. The dove winged redhead grabbed her friend's hands and ran with them through the Donovan family's bedroom and into their massive, luxurious bathroom. The tub was wide nad very deep. All three of them could easily stand in the tiled shower across the bathroom from it, even with Ryoko's wings!

Giggiling hard, the Tenshi girl grabbed Hitomi by the shoulders and turned the Kitsune to face Kye. "you get her shirt, Kye, I'll get her jeans!"
 
"Wait, what? H-hey! Suzuyume-san!" Hitomi voiced her alarmed protests between peals of laughter, squirming playfully under her friends' attentions but making no real effort to stop them or slip free. The kitsune had been caught momentarily off-guard by the sheer size of the Donovans' en suite, eyes wide behind her glasses as she took it all in, and hadn't noticed the tenshi's maneuvering until too late. Now she was simply caught up in the moment, blushing furiously from her ears to her fluffy white tail.

She'd made little progress with her shirt along the way, only managing to release a few of the top-most buttons one-handed. The opening offered only a glimpse inside as she twisted her body, of pale, smooth skin cupped by cute, white fabric.
 
The heat of the moment burned as they scampered across the landing and to the bathing room. She imagined in the flash of her crossing the room, all of the different, exotic action this room had seen, and what it was about to. When the kitsune gane her the clothing, even with it still on Hitomi, she was confused. "I don''t want the shirt," her hands went to the waist, pulling the tail free of the jeans. "I want the body." With this declaration, she deftly raced her hands up te buttons, her eyes on the belly as it became exposed, then climbing with the spreading fabric. Finally, she flared the shirt open, flipping it over Hitomi's shoulders, though inadvertently letting it bunch at the elbows capturing the woman. Pulling her close, she leaned forward, kissing twice along Hitomi's chin before nipping the neck just beneath the ear. "Feel free to scream out if we do something you don't like," the nekomimi whispered before she giggled, "or if we do something you do like." She tugged downwards on the shirt in her hands, even as she lay another kiss along the neck so exposed before her.
 
"Kye-chan, wait."

Hitomi’s voice shifted as Kye sought her neck a second time, her giggled protests - which had given way to soft, surprised gasps under the nekomimi’s lips - now replaced by something more assertive, more real. She brought up her hands, freed from her shirt as it fluttered to the ground, and placed them on Kye’s shoulders, pushing back gently, but with enough force to create some distance between them.

For a moment Hitomi stood that way, looking up at the taller woman from the length of her arm, her chest rising softly as she caught her breath. There was a mixture of emotions behind her wide, green eyes; confusion, hesitation, anxiety and desire at war in equal measure. Her chin still tingled sweetly where Kye has kissed it. The kitsune opened her mouth to explain, “I, um…,” but she trailed off without finishing the thought, breaking eye contact and glancing away as she bit her lip.

It wasn’t that Hitomi didn’t want to be sandwiched between two gorgeous, loving women like this; in fact, she was pretty sure she’d had daydreams that went this way. It was just all suddenly so real, so intense; she was out of her depth, completely unprepared. She’d misunderstood Ryoko’s invitation, that was clear, and an embarrassed part of her mind was busy chiding her for that now. She didn’t know what to do… but she did know that she didn’t want to run away from this. She’d spent too much of her life pushing people away. She wanted this. Her body wanted this.

Her eyes flicked back to Kye’s as she made her decision, and she removed one hand from her friend’s shoulder to reach slowly behind her own back. There was still so much vulnerability in her eyes, but she didn’t look away as she unhooked her bra, tugged it loose, and let it fall to the ground alongside her shirt. Her breasts were smaller than either of her friends’, but they seemed to push forward proudly as she put them on display. Then her other hand, still on Kye’s shoulder, closed around the collar of Kye’s shirt, and Hitomi pulled her back in for a longing, needy kiss.

“And... what if I don’t like to scream?” She whispered breathily as they parted, before drawing back - just a little - to expose her neck again, while her free hand worked the button on the front of her jeans for Ryoko.
 
The moment Hitomi resisted, Kye froze, giving space as Hitomi needed, uncertainty in her eyes. Had she gone too far, too much, scared her friend? When her friend could not keep her eyes up Kye was almost sure of this and her own hands were a heartbeat from dropping to her sides in apology. Then Hitomi dropped her bra, displaying the very body that the nekomimi had been tunneling to get to. Clothes, an entirely useless hassle, they should all go naked from now on. Kye's passion erupted again as she was drawn closer and kissed, oh this one had more heat.

As she was asked about screaming, her only response, was to promise. "We will find out what you like, I swear." Her lips brushing Hitomi's as they spoke. Then she followed her path again up the chin, across to the ear, and down the carotid artery balancing her kisses upon the collarbone. Her hands had not been idle, though one arm cradled the girl across the small of her back. So Ryoko could work the Hitomi from her own angle. Her right hand busy supporting their friend, her left had begun by starting at the hip and mapping the girl's belly, dodging and wrestling with the three hands down there and deciding to climb to those perky titties. Cupping the right breast from below.
 
"Ah! M-maybe..." Hitomi replied softly, the giggled word largely consumed by breathless sighs. She was practically melting under Kye's kisses, her eyelids flickering shut as she leant her weight heavily against her friend's supporting hand. Her own hand had shifted from Kye's collar to the nekomini's neck; not directing Kye's attention but simply holding her close, fingers toying with her hairline. As she felt Kye's hand find its way up to her breast, Hitomi inhaled sharply. She shivered under Kye's touch, and pushed her chest forward, just a little, pressing her body into Kye's hand.

Her hips wiggled as Ryoko tugged at her jeans, helping the tenshi slide the garment as far down its owner's legs as Ryoko desired. Her tail brushed Ryoko's face, her fur soft against the tenshi's cheek. Her free hand hovered for a moment at the waistband of her last remaining piece of underwater, then moved forward, to Kye's hip. It lingered there a moment, tracing the shape of the violinist, before sliding slowly down to the nekomini's rear. A thrill ran through Hitomi as she felt her long fingers press against the firm flesh there; slowly, uncertainly, she tightened her grip and gently squeezed Kye through her clothing.
 
Kye catalogued Hitomi's actions for response. She responded well to the kisses. She seemed to be melting onto Kye's arm, but the upper classman was stronger than her frame suggested. It was not uncomfortable. She enjoyed the way Hitomi played in her hair, and as she touched Hitomi's breast she arched into the move. The grip she gained on her ass, told Kye this was working well. All good signs, now to press forward.

Kye began to massage the breast with her hand as she stooped to kiss down and over the swell of Hitomi's other breast. Circling down beside it before nipping at the tender flesh, Kye then kissed the spot before progressing across the breast to the nipple, her hot breath trailing over the flesh and the sensitive nub.
 
The kitsune experienced a brief moment of disappointment as Kye's lips slipped from her neck. She let out a small, almost-confused moan as she glanced sharply downwards, seeking that lost source of delight - only to bite her lip with anticipation as she saw where Kye had gone. As the nekomimi nipped at her body, Hitomi's uncertain, gentle grip on Kye's ass tightened sharply. Her other hand pushed forward more deeply into Kye's hair, burying itself amidst the golden threads, reaching towards her kitten's ears.

Hitomi shivered, again, as Kye's breath passed over her breast. Her nipple stood waiting for its conqueror, a pink nib growing slowly harder, almost begging Kye for her attention. The kitsune tilted her head back again, turning it slightly as if to look backwards through lidded eyes at Ryoko.

"This... this feels unfair," she said, breathlessly, a slight, guilty grin tugging at her lips. She loosened her grip on Kye's ass, and brought her hand back upwards again to war with the bottom of the nekomimi's shirt. After a moment's tugging, she found her way inside; her hand slipped beneath the fabric to brush Kye's skin, then glided lower, sliding down into Kye's pants.
 
Encouragement flushed Kye's cheeks as she took the trembling nubbin in her mouth. Rubbing the nipple with her tongue, she massaged the other breast with her hand, trying to pay attention to what was getting positive responses. Quick vacuum and pressure drew the breast in deeper and then released it. As the reciprocating hands reached for her shirt and belt line Kye became a bit distracted as she feared she would disappoint. Her teeth grazed the nipple.
 
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