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Post by RAYLA LICHTSTEIN on Sept 16, 2018 3:39:51 GMT
”Nah, it’s just me and the maid. Oh, and Uncle Vlademar, but he’s away on business.” Family, such things were difficult for Rayla. The problems she faced didn’t belong to anyone but herself, especially considering their occupation. Neither parent approved of Rayla despite possessing a strong persona capable of handling the family fortune and an appearance that of a true German beauty. ”Ah, I have signal now. I’ll tell Elizabeth I’m having company over and to prepare tea.” At least until she could deal with personal matters, keeping Erisu away from her family would be important. People say blood is thicker than water however tossing out your own kid was ridiculous. With both her parents being involved in the occult, and Rayla considered impure, she detested them.
Elizabeth, her personal assistant and maid, was the closest thing to family she had outside Uncle Vlademar. He never got along with the family and Elizabeth was loyal despite not being blood related. ”Now that’s out’ve the way-” Rayla sent a text and put her phone back up. Meanwhile her other hand held onto Erisu’s that was close to her. The light drizzle was a bother but at least they could stay warm by being near one another. It was light enough for those who enjoyed rain to walk around outside without worry of getting soaked. ”My house is about a thirty minute walk from here. It’s past the residential area.”
Post by Hitsugi, Erisu on Sept 16, 2018 4:04:42 GMT
Erisu was surprised to hear that. "How is it to live with a Maid? How is it to live with your uncle? How is it to only have one house to live in?" she would ask all three of these with a dead serious stare as she had no way to relate. She reflected upon her own living situation, and it did not match up. She then realized she would be meeting the maid face to face. She started wondering what kind of a person it was that was so close to Rayla. "She... will not think I am weird... will she?" her worries still existed quite strongly. It could be cute, or annoying depending on how one saw her. The fanbase was uncertain which to consider her. She would not care either way about them. She would instead try to focus on the strength of the tender and soft hand she was holding. The girl was slightly taller than her, but she did not mind that. She then realized they were heading towards the part of the town where the houses were bigger.
She then felt really worried even more so. "I will not make your neighbors or anyone think you are into slumming, will I?" she would ask, realizing that a part of her wanted to say strange, but changed that because how could Erisu be strange? She was Normal and Average? Even though she would realize that only crazy people really thought they were normal and sane. She did not realize yet that she was crazy, but that would be a story for another time.
Instead she tried to breath, and focus on the feeling of Rayla's hand, and the light drizzle. She was admittedly a nervous wreck for she had not had time to prepare her heart for really... anything. It just sort of happened. She would have to sort herself out soon, but maybe Rayla could help her with that when they got to the house. She wanted to know more about Rayla, but she also worried about a hundred different things, and tried to prevent it from showing up on her face. She would have to just compose herself, as best as she could. She tried to focus on the atmosphere.
Then she blushed deeply because she realized that the atmosphere could be read as romantic. She would lean against Rayla as they walked. In for a penny, in for a pound. She wanted to not be in her own head for a bit. She would need to focus on the lady who had asked her out. She still did not know how to feel, but at least she felt loved and wanted. It was a good feeling.
The audience eventually get answers when following long enough, however, their current might prefer more intiment scenes. Character development was important, but given Erisu's and Rayla's watchers they couldn't hop right into bed. A few pages ago Rayla wouldn't doubt many couldn't finish, leading to an uncomfortable frosty, prickly sensation downbelow for men, and scorching flames for women. Their discomfort meant character development for Erisu and Rayla. Their story might currently be currently urban fantasy with bits of romance and comedy, but shame on them. These girls were pure and decent, or at least one was.
"I'm more worried about Elizabeth embarrassing me." The free hand arose to shoulder height, palm flat to the sky while shaking her head, diswayed by her own maid's air headedness. Pointer in the center of her forehead, fingers curled and thumb out, her head was slightly lowered, she was thinking. "She's as empty headed as people can get. Her skull is like-" Rayla lowered her arm and started blowing air out lightly, mimicing a air tunnel. Her mind was just filled with air. "I don't see how she even functions. And sure she's unreliable at times, but she's trustworthy. Uncle Vlad is a mischivous old man who causes trouble wherever he goes. Twenty years ago in the cango he acidentially started a war between neighbering villages over a diamond. To this day I still say said diamond was a woman. So yeah, crazy family."
The girl worried a lot and for understandable reason. People of highclass didn't always take well when someone of the lower hung around. Rayla just shook her head with a smile. "I'll just tell them to piss off, in my own way." So the scene flipped over to near outside of town. Her property was surrounded by stone walls twice as high as the girls. A closed metal gate that was locked, but upon Rayla placing her hand on it a turning metal sound marked it unlocking. "A magic trick." She stuck her tongue out. The same trick was used on the front door, Rayal having grumbled. "So much for being properly greeted. She better haven't had locked herself in the basement again." Tossing worry into the wind, as though it happened often and she didn't care, she'd take Erisu inside. "Leave your shoes here. First thing's first, a shower, or bath. Whatever you prefer." Upstairs was another, similar, hallway. She pointed towards which one was a guest bathroom. "I'm sure you want some privacy. Not that I'd mine showering together, but that's your call. Otherwise I'ma get us a change of clothes. I'll have them set out for you."
Post by Hitsugi, Erisu on Sept 17, 2018 4:48:54 GMT
She would try to imagine such a lady as they would get to the gate. The thought of wind moving through a lady's skull in such a way was a rather interesting image to see. Even the people looking at the page could see it too, as they got closer to the open gate. Then she would open the gate with "Magic" by touching it. She did not believe it was magic, but allowed it to be considered such. She would allow for herself to just accept that there was a trick to it, probably some sort of fingerprint scanning feature or dna scanner attached to the gate and front door. These were more likely than some form of magic trick. It was just too unlikely in her cynical mind.
Hearing about Rayla's uncle, she had to agree, it sounds like she also has some crazy family members, but if it was over a lady, then maybe Rayla was influenced by her uncle's tastes. Starting a war over a woman, that sounds like something from old stories and fairy tales. Still, history has shown such things to happen in the past and likely to happen again in the future on a smaller scale. These were things that were passed down in both stories, and in history books, so she could see it easily with out having much evidence for or against it.
When they approached the house, she got a better look at it. It was a huge Mansion. She could imagine that Rayla was someone with a lot of influence from this point on. It was just obvious someone with a huge house, and lots of security was probably important and influential. Erisu really felt small in comparison. She did not realize how small, but much smaller than some rich heiress. She was probably even smaller than the maid who did not greet them at the door. The comment Rayla made only made Erisu hope that the made was okay. She was glad that she might feel more comfortable meeting her in clothing not so soaked, and not covered in dust from that building, and the feeling of her underwear did not help things.
She could not help but blush at the suggestion of Rayla. "I will have to ask that we refrain from moving that quickly... not that I would not mind a bath with you later, but maybe at a simpler place." she would say, her eyes looking down, not wanting to think about showering with her in a close environment. Or in a bathtub made for personal use. This was not how she was. She was not ready for that level of intimacy. She needed time for her layers of protective wall to be removed between her and Rayla. "I am gracious, but are you certain I will not cause trouble here?" she would ask, only to see Rayla prepare to leave her. She would take a moment to hug her, before taking her shoes off, having not left the doorway.
The hallway was not nearly as big as the rest of the place would suggest, not that she minded. It gave her a moment to feel a bit better about the place, as she would slowly make her way, trying not to stare too hard at anything. There were plenty of things she could look at, but she did not feel up to it. She was in a strange house that probably had items in it worth more than everything Erisu owned put together... not that that was hard. She realized outside of her clothing, some bedding, and her school stuff, she really did not own anything. She tried not to think on those things, but her own room was rather quaint, no matter which house. She was fine with this lack of things, it did not hold her back, or hold her down. With that thought, she would start moving a little quicker towards the private room that she would be borrowing to clean up in. She was certain this was where Rayla had left her.
The room and the bathroom were amazing. A seeming mix of study and meeting room it seemed, with lots of decorations, and possibly bed room. The bathroom seemed to be well furnished and rather expensive seeming. Erisu would take a moment to study the facets of the tub, as she wanted to make sure she knew which way to use it, for what she needed. She would have to decide on a shower, or a bath. A bath might be more relaxing, but might be more presumptuous, where as a shower could be quick, but it might be rude not to take a longer town cleaning herself. She would fight with herself on which would be better as she would slowly remove her clothing, piece by piece. She would leave them in a nice tidy folded pile on top of the toilet lid. She would then make the decision, as she would set the tub up for a Shower. She would carefully set the water pressure and heat. She needed something that would good for cleaning and relaxing the body after all that has happened.
She would settle for a nice hot shower with a decent pressure from the nozzle. For the first time, a page hinted at showing Erisu's nudity, but luckily a convenient amount of steam came from the bath, and the curtain around it prevented any actual seeing of it, as she would take her time, getting used to different soaps and tools to clean her body. She needed to make sure she got all the places that might be dirty, so she spent a good amount of time focusing on things that had touched the ground, or had been covered in ice at any point. She did not want to be dirty. She enjoyed the feeling of the water pressing against her bare skin, and dripping down her body as she closed her eyes in relaxation. She would lather some shampoo up on her head, and start kneading it into her skull. It was nice to be able to go and clean her hair after all that too, since the ice and water, mixed with the heat and everything had built up a rather odd feeling. She needed it to be cleaned. It was an obsession. She was in her girlfriends home. She needed to be clean, so that she would not leave any negative sign on her fellow residents in this place, even if it was two people, she needed to be clean and presentable.
As she would clean the soap off her body, she would reach and turn off the shower, and turn off the tub's water, and just let it all sink down the drain. There was a moment where she just enjoyed the feeling of the steam that was coming off her body, as her fair skin was maybe a little red from the shower, but not in a bad way. She would slowly open the curtain, and grab a towel that had been waiting there, all folded up. She would use it to slowly dry her hair, before wrapping it up, to let her hair finish drying, and grab a second towel, this one slightly bigger, so as to dry her body and wrap around herself. She did not know if Rayla was back yet, but she would not want to be caught naked here, while waiting for a change of clothing.
She would move around the Bathroom, before staring into the mirror. It was a rather pretty bathroom, and the mirror was nice and clean. She took a few moments just studying how she looked in this bathroom, and decided she needed to be not so interested in her own appearance. There was no way someone that average should be focused on her reflection. So what if she had a rather decent figure. She was not likely to lign up well compared to those girls that Rayla has probably seen in her life. Was she really this insecure? Yes.
She would then think she heard something, and look out of the bathroom to see if Rayla had shown up with the clothing. She would see all sorts of different things, presumably from adventure and or endeavors of her uncles. She wondered just what kind of clothing she would be allowed to wear. She would hold her old wet clothing, not nearly as wet as earlier, but still wet from the light rain, and step out into the guest room to await her benefactor and girlfriend's return. She hoped she did not leave a negative feeling where she went.
Post by RAYLA LICHTSTEIN on Sept 25, 2018 15:30:23 GMT
Fine deep scarlet carpet like fresh blood yet soft as snow. Walls dark brown engraved with board design. The oak faintly smelled of fresh woodland, molding with a subtle scent from an empty mahogany desk. A bookshelf stood desk-side, filled with varying books of legends Norse runes and other stories. Off-white colored curtains embroidered with an off-pink flower pattern over windows. King mattress covered by white sheets yet top blanket matching curtains, a canopy overhead of darker shades. Cool air caressed around she who entered, washing chills across damp skin. Though the air of her territory knew better than to try freeze Rayla. Her hands flattened, palms to floor, and turned slowly as arms raised to just above her golden mane.
A faint green tint rapidly pulsed across moisture. Much like ripping water that splash into tiny beads, all extra moisture was ridden from her body. The fact rain mixed with bodily oils and salt caused Rammy to detest such a sticky, slimy, feeling. Next would come her shower. Her personal bathroom housing white gray tiles like marble with bronze and light blue themed speckled walls. Uncle Vlad had odd taste, later she may remodel without his permission. A large round bathtub and a smaller diamond shaped shower. Personal guests should not be forced into waiting. Clothing was tossed into a bin, Elizabeth would take care of them shortly. The camera showed Rayla’s back, and any movement was meet with objects hiding her nether regions. Steam filled the closed off shower preventing our views from enjoying direct view, giving only a gray silhouette.
When Erisu stepped outside a young lady would be found. Her height being around five feet and features endowed but modest, smaller than Rayla.. Her olive tone skin had little color, indicating possible Irish or British heritage. Medium length blond hair was combed, two bundles covering the sides of her ears down to her face. She wore a maid outfit. The scene played a cartoonish theme, Elizabeth having trouble properly folding a black shirt and a blue power button designed right above the chest area. ”No, this isn’t right. This way? No maybe, aaa, um, um” Eyes were comedically closed with metaphorical clouds poofing from her head. Her voice was vibrant but soft, kind and filled with confusion. Also laid out were a pair of blue panties with a black power symbol engraved in a certain area, and matching black blue shorts with black lines across the side and rims.
”Uh, uh. Oh um, hello.” Eyes, complete circles. Totally white avoid of any pupils or thought. She blinked. ”Please forgive me Lady Erisu!” She bowed multiple times, eyes making arrows >-< ”Le, leave your clothes on the bathroom floor. You can change behind the changing curtain thing there.” She didn’t know it was called a folding screen. ”The Mistress is currently waiting in the parlor downstairs. And I’m sorry for the Mistress’s tastes.” She held up the panties for Erisu to see. ”I apologize for any power button jokes you may receive.”
Post by Hitsugi, Erisu on Sept 26, 2018 21:53:41 GMT
To say that the maid was the last person that Erisu expected would be an understatement. She had not expected someone like this, based upon what she had been told as they had been approaching. She had thought that the maid was probably tied up somewhere, and suddenly wondered why that made any sense. She would shake that thought, as she would tentatively leave her clothing behind other than the bow, that would not be far from her, regardless, plus it was mostly dry by now. She did not want to relinquish it, and so had decided she would not. Erisu would listen to the maid as she would look at the clothing in question, and the screen. She kind of understood how this worked, but did not have much experience with this at the moment. That would just have to be how things were, and for a moment, the camera would take a moment to pan around the room, and go from both perspectives, before splitting into a two player screen. One from Erisu's perspective, and the other from the maids.
The Maid's perspective would see Erisu, covered by two towels, a strand of blueish purple hair escaping, carrying her blue ribbon. This was just what was seen. The towel over her body hugging her curves, while the one on her head was wrapped in the way of protecting and drying the hair as best as it could while absorbing the moisture. It was a little heavy, but that was alright. Erisu's legs would be smooth, and her arms as well. She would have to move after a moment to go pick up the Clothing, and that would be seen on the next panel. Oops, the panel had not been colored or lined... well someone is getting no lunch this weekend.
As the coloration process was input, Erisu went behind the screen, and slowly dropped the towels and put on the shirt and panties, with the shorts, before carefully applying the ribbon to her head. This was almost a main part of her identity and the face claim that her appearance was based upon. She could not ignore this ribbon, nor would she ever. It was important to her. She still did not know why it was important to her, but she knew she was to never go anywhere with out it. It had deep intense connections to her, chaining it to her. It was as if it was bound to her very being, but she did not know why. She would have to ask her family eventually... if only she did not have to. She would have to accept that they would likely give some strange answer, but that would mean picking one of them to ask.
She would leave the screen, and show herself dressed in the outfit, mostly black and blue. Not a bad set of colors for her. "It is no worries, Elizabeth-san." she would state, not certain how she would relate to the maid. Her eyes were wide as she studied the outfit, suddenly wondering if this was the uncles or the niece's choice for the maid. It was cute, but was it supposed to show off, or was it supposed to cover? She could not figure it out. She did not study it too intensely. She would have to hope that she did not cause issues with the maid. If this maid was as important as Rayla had stated, then it was likely that Erisu would not want to be on her bad side. She did not know how to get on the good side, but so far, she was not certain if she could. "Rayla is likely up to something." she would say, with a blushing smile, having this be the first time she has actually called Rayla by her name since they became a couple, and calling her by her first name, with out honorific at that. She felt so bold.
Suddenly she realized she was being normal, and that made her happy, even if her relationship was not likely to be seen as normal, and the movie would have to come out expanding upon it. The writers were rushing things, and the hardcore fans felt it, so there were tons of letters written about it. Still, this scene was likely seen as a good one. Erisu would actually put a hand to her own face at the thought of the normalcy of calling Rayla by her first name like this. It was amazing. The way it made her face heat up, but a pleasant sort. Not like getting angry, or being overwhelmed by the perversion of someone else. This was a soft kind of warmth. It made her happy.
She would start on her way out, but stop at the door, turning to Elizabeth. "Are you certain you want to take care of my laundry? I can always take it home, and take care of it myself later." She would offer, but knew that most likely Rayla had ordered that Erisu's laundry be done as well, so would after a moment head down to the parlor. She would have trouble finding it initially, but when she found it, she would close her eyes, and turn to the doorway, and head in. She would want to wait a moment before opening her eyes to see her girl friend. It was almost a fantasy of her to have a normal and average moment like this, and it was about to come true. She did not think that the partner, if she ever had one, would be a lovely lady... but then she had not thought about romance much at all.
She would finally speak up. "Thank you for having me."
Fine plates and cups had been laid out upon the table. White with light blue vines curling into Knots, darker blue small thorns, and pink roses patterned along. Steam puffed forth from the teapot spout. Two cups sitting upon plates had yet been filled. Upon a smaller plate a cup with sugar cubes and tiny pair of tongs. Sweet food was laid out too. Strawberries, watermelon, and grapes all inside a segmented bowl. Rayla wanted Erisu comforted beyond belief, where she could melt like molding puddy into her lap. Feeding Someone or being fed was something she always wanted to do. Now was a good time to try.
Rayla had been sitting on the couch. Hands resting in lap and body positioned upright. Shoulders squares and one leg crossed over knee, with same leg hanging. Formal but relaxed. “My, my. What lovely power buttons you have.” She spoken in a spirited manner. Her attire was simple but classy, more than casual but great for outings. A short sleeve white shirt with folded layers of fabric, giving the impression it had been folded like when making a paper fan. Her black shorts were also of the same design.
“Come, sit. We have raspberry tea made from tea leaves, not bags. “
Post by Hitsugi, Erisu on Sept 30, 2018 15:39:15 GMT
She was almost confused by the mention of a power button, but then she recalled the warnings of the maid, and it made more sense. Rayla looked amazing in her current clothing, and that made Erisu feel even more excited about the change in her life. This was a positive change, she had to tell herself that. It was too easy to see this as her getting caught up in Rayla's world, but it was an enjoyable feeling, so she would walk to the seat with her. She was feeling nervous before entering this room, but now she felt a bit more relieved and comfortable. She saw the food and grabbed a quick grape to pop into her mouth, to take care of the hunger from all the actions of that day. This day had been a long day when she thought about it.
She would smell the tea as well. I see you like to take care of your guests." she would offer, a slight bit of light playfulness having creep-ed into her voice. She would be smiling. "I do not understand this power button thing you speak of, maybe you should educate me about it one day?" she would add, as she would lean against Rayla for a moment, before carefully picking up the tea cup, and sipping it. She enjoyed the strong smell, and the sweet aroma from the the berries with in the tea. She would savor the flavor that comes from it. This was a flavor that she would consider a nice start to a meal, and a nice end.
The panel would focus on them both sitting on the couch, with Erisu drinking the tea. It would probably be picking up on Rayla's thoughts, but it mostly pointed out that the two women were curvy and close together. She was happily being close to Rayla. She was still unused to the feeling of being close to someone else. It was a nice, but odd feeling to her. She would carefully pick at different foods, trying not to make a pig of herself, but also making sure to eat enough to fill her belly. The cold and actions usually made one hungrier.
"I noticed your maid stutters, and talks to herself a lot. I did not make her feel uncomfortable did I?" she would ask. She wanted to verify that she had not been offensive. It was a simple part of her insecurity. The way of things suggested that she had not, but that did not mean she did not feel like proving it. She actually started to feel her heart flutter though, as she watched Rayla. It was obvious that there were plenty of things about her that would be intimidating, but yet she was starting to feel relaxed and casual around her. It only took this long, from meeting her, to get to this point with her. Was this what they called soul mates? Was this what they called a whirlwind romance? She did not know. Her thoughts would flit on the level of barely conscious, and just focus on the fact she was sitting with this lady who had goosed her, who had spoken with her brother. Who had decided that she wanted Erisu for some reason.
'I accepted her feelings, so why do I feel so nervous?' she would ask herself.
Post by RAYLA LICHTSTEIN on Oct 7, 2018 23:53:43 GMT
A television remote sat beside Rayla's lap. Upon picking the remote up she directed it towards the swords above fireplace. With faint sound of moving parts like a carwindow a portion of the wall slide upwards into the wall. A large sixty inch television was revealed behind. Hulu popped up immedeately with a paused screen. Rayla had been watching a recently new, and popular, Magical Girl anime. The paused screen showed German subtitles, immedately giving the indication she was watching in Japanese. "Yeah, I'll explain that powerbutton thing later." Either Erisu wasn't a gamer or she didn't catch onto Rayla's tastefully, dirty, joke. She'd edcutate her at some point but that was to soon in their relationship.
"What sort've stuff you like watching? If you're not into anime we can find something else. This one's about Magical Girls fighting these things called Witches. Romance comedy, action. Pretty violent." Rayla started from the first episode while turning off German subtitles. She learned Japanese by watching anime and forced to play games that weren't easily found or translated. She loved gaming, anime, and manga so she almost naturally picked up Japanese as a result. Pouring herself tea and plucking fruit from the bowl, Rayla leaned onto Erisu’s shoulder. ”Told you she has a head full of air. What did she do, tie herself up in the clothes again? It’s happened before.” Elizabeth was the butt of their conversation, something to poke fun of in an amused, yet unsurprised, manner.
She was amazed at the sudden transition of a place of wall into being a television of large size. She had not really seen a Television outside of public places, so was not really aware of what to speak of. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the Television. It was the biggest she had ever seen honestly. Her father's place lacked one due to his strict mentality. Her mother and brother do not worry about it and as such she has not had the chance to put her life towards such a thing. Considering it, she did not really rely on any electronic that was not involved with house work. Was this unusual? She did not know. She just had realized for the first time in her life that she did not really have electronics. She realized she did not even have a phone.
She would look at the large screen. "What ever you think would be good for someone who has never watched TV." she would state, blinking as she would look towards the screen, her eyes a mix of surprise and intrigue. She had never thought someone would put a Television behind a panel like that. It was still messing with her. She would grab a grape and pop it into her mouth. She would have to just try to understand this situation. She had honestly been devoid of electronics outside of school. She was considered a low tech person.
When asked about Elizabeth. "She might have been a little insistent on a few things, including that you would make a joke about power buttons, while stuttering up a lot, I had been afraid I was intimidating." She would state that, not really having more to say. She was not really mean to people. The worst she came was considering her family to be crazy, which she was not certain was fair to them. She wondered just how this kind of show would work, looking it over. Being that she was fluent in both German and Japanese, and to a point another language due to her family and their nature, she did not need subtitles of any kind.
She would reflect on the fact that her father had insisted on the third language, as it was the language that he enjoyed the most in his obsessions, but she would always resort to Japanese. Her mother and her father had agreed to German, but she did not mind that. Japanese was the language she was most fluent in, and the one she would resort to for day to day, so her German though fluent, was not up to a good level. The other one is not even close to that.
She did not know that that would change in the future of course. Some idiot who read the raw edition of the uploads of this series came back, posting spoilers about what was happening, but got banned by admins.
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