Summoned from the underworld.

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Taking the enchanted leather straps from Tiador, Cain moved slowly up behind the dean, he slapped them into place, one end around his wrist and the other end lept magically to bind itself around the nearest solid object it could wrap and knot itself around, A metal bar along the wall, like a towl rack. Cain slapped the second strap around the deans other wrist as quickly as he could. Once the magic settled down into its standered capacity, the bindings began to shrink in length, pulling the dean off the little imp, and swoshed him across the room, to slam roughly against the wall, his bare rump smacking against the cold stone of the wall he had been dragged to. Cain's eyes bulged and he looked quickly away, the deans ridged cock was coated in imp blood... Virgin imp blood... "Isn't that the spell component for several seduction spells?" Cain found himself wondering. He blinked as he kept his eyes averted from the completely bared dean. He began to focus on the spot he had averted his eyes to, only to recognize the imp, Alyn, he had summoned. He smirked as the shock of suddenly being without a lover atop her slowly faded away and she sat up with an annoyed scowl on her face.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn

Alyn looked up at Cain in horror. The human that had summoned her was looking at her like a whore, a demonic familiar. She glanced around the room, her eyes wide as she scanned the room. The girl was there, Muffin. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wild with passion. Alyn smirked at her in a knowing way and spotted another familiar. Lord Toad! She had heard of him, he had been summoned several moons before, and there was talk of his disappearance. To the creature she smiled and made a familiar sign with her hand in greeting. She covered her small breasts with one arm and scooted off of the table, blood smearing along the tabletop and the imp reached to the ground to pull her clothes up her body.

"What took you so long, eh?" She asked Cain with a gleam in her eye.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"I was... Ah... Preocupied... I can't be watching sluty imps every second of the day! Besides, its time for you to go back... Tiador here... He has the Squirrle whiskers... I have the spell... Just waiting on you, ye imp!" Cain's eyes kept drifting back to the table, the imps virgin blood seeping into the wood. He cringed a little. "Well... Maybe not a slut then... But... Um... Hmmm... I have never heard of a virgin demon... Uh... Heh... Doesn't really matter..." He turned away to look at Alyn. "So, are you ready to go back?" He was talking like she would be happy to leave, as though thats what she wanted.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn

Oh, she could play this game. She looked out the window and nodded. Sure, she'd play along. But hell, Hell was the home that she never wanted to see again. She wanted freedom, to fly away into the wind and explore the innocence of this world. She wasn't yet sure how she was going to accomplish it, but she knew it would be by any means necessary. She shivered from the thought of the heat of Hell, the icy glares of her Lord. He had always wanted her, but she managed to elude him, and then Cain came along. He had saved her, practically! Perhaps she would simply disappear. She had enough magic left over to plant some roots here on Earth, perhaps a few demonic implings... the thought made her chuckle. No familiar had ever escaped the hold of their master or Lord. She would just have to be the first, she decided. She turned and smiled at the mortals, convincingly, she hoped.

OOC: So I'm thinking there's room for Satan in here somewhere... or someone of the likes. Any suggestions?

 

[Neale]

Dean Edwin

The Dean seemed trapped, pinned against the wall by the students' spells. Only, why was he laughing?

Muff caught a bit of a thought... 'So that's how it feels'? So, that's how they did it... Interesting... And the mental door slams shut in her 'face'.

"Very good, very good, Mister and Miss . I see you were paying attention in your material charms class after all. I'm quite impressed."

"Very well, then. Release me from the bindings, and this event never happened."

Straining, Muff detected a stray thought. She knew he was up to something, but what?

 

[KillerMuffin]

Dammit. I frowned and thought about this. The Dean was a mind witch too? How could that be? Mind witches had no magical powers to speak of...?

He was up to something and I didn't trust him for an instant. I flashed a feeling of stubbornness, a solid "no" toward Cain and Tiador.

The shaman had insisted that I was strong, that my mind witchery was the strongest she'd ever seen. But then, we mind witches were few and far between, it was highly likely that I was the only other mind witch she'd ever seen.

I dropped into the seated position she'd taught me, emptied my mind, and grounded myself. I was giving myself completely away, but then, he already knew what I was. Might as well go for broke. Was power enough to counter my apalling lack of skill?

I probed at the Dean, looking for his holes and testing the strength of his door. It helped that Cain and Tiador were distracting him. That thing... well, she was a distraction as well.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn

The imp pulled her clothes over her shivering white skin and absentmindedly listened to Muffin and the Wizard/lover playing mind games. She sensed an inherent change in his personality. Who had she just let take her? Was it part of the plan that the humans had, or was it one of her own? Edwin seemed to have forgotten about the promise she had made and was immensely pleased with herself. Perhaps her luck was just beginning. She tugged on Cain's sleeve and cocked an eyebrow.

"How long are we to stay here?" She asked hopefully.

As soon as she was outside, her escape should be quick and easy, much like this lover. She smirked at the wizard pinned to the wall. She hoped the girl would teach him more about the mortal pleasures. For the imp was learning what was in Muffin's mind, her heart and her desires, and she could see that there was much to be learned and taken.

OOC: Neale, isn't your sig line a witches' chant? I've said it a few times myself around the spring equinox... As I will, so mote it be.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

She was naked!


Oh man!


She's an Imp!


She was naked!


Oh, that's so cool!


Naked!


When he looks up the frog had jumped out of the sack, several Squirrel whiskers stuck to his ribbery hide.

The dean was bound to a metal bar secured to the wall. He is naked, Tiador realizes, but not before the image of a straining naked old guy in his leather cuffs is burned into his mind. Great! He'd have to sanitize them now.

He chuckles slightly, "Hey Muffin, we ought to sick your mother on this guy." realizing how that sounds he quickly amends himself "I mean because she's the head of the Parents Association Committee and they can have him moved to a different district. Not because... never mind."

The imp is dressed and ready to go. "Back?!? she *wants* to go back?" He calls loudly, "Hey Dean, after one night of sex with you someone wants to go *back* to Hell." He snickers.

Tiador seems drunk with the knowledge they just overpowered a powerful mage and that he's seen an imp. Naked.

[Edited by Vivid on 04-06-2001 at 01:34 AM]

 

[KillerMuffin]

I found a hole and slipped inside, a weasel through a rabbit's back bolt hole. Sniffing cautiously along the corridors of the Dean's mind, I tried to keep myself from being detected. The plan was to find out what he was up to.

After that, I just had to figure out what I was going to do next.

 

[Miguelito Breathstealer]

Lord Toad

"REEDEEP! REEDEEP, REEDEEP, REEDEEP!"

The Dean wasn't here right now! Why didn't they seem to understand? "And why is he putting me in a bag?" he thought to himself. Perhaps they didn't understand plain English. Er, um, what? Now that he thought about it, the words weren't exactly coming out the way they were supposed to. Come to think of it, he hadn't really had a descent conversation since the old master had died. Was his grammar really that out of practice?

It was almost nothing to squirm out of the bag. His captor didn't seem to be paying much attention. Liked he'd never seen a dirty old man fuck a fly-girl before. Plop. His mass tumbled to the ground, and he shook himself to try to releive himself of some lint he'd picked up. Nope, no shaking it. He would have to take a bath after the excitement was over.

SLAM! Now that was something to get your attention. The old master had never been into being stuck to the wall. This substitute was apparently far more athletic. And to let two of the male students watch? This was getting more interesting.

Glancing back at Fly-girl, the mighty lord noticed her throw some kind of hand sign, but for the life of him he was more confused at it than anything. Perhaps it should seem somehow familiar? FAMILIAR?! She's a . . .

Oh, my.

"Oh look, its Muffin. Isn't she sweet? Waiting so patiently for the Dean. I really ought to go over and tell her he's not here." The big green toad slithered his way in that direction. Things were getting very confused again, and he was determined to let her know before he forgot again.

 

[Neale]

Dean Edwin

As the pressure from Muff increased, the Dean visibly winced. "Girl, did you really think that the true users of Magick had never developed defenses against your kind? Unh! Your.. mind.. is quite powerful, young lady... keep it up, and you.. erkk! might just break through... not one of your... better ideas... End this now... or... else!"

The Dean was sweating madly, his muscles straining against the enchanted bonds.

OOC: Perhaps, milady... blessed be!

 

[KillerMuffin]

I froze, my eyes flying open and staring helplessly at the Dean. Ugly, nasty fear roiled through my belly. Was it mine? Probably. All of my attention centered on the naked man on the wall.

"Don't send me back to mother!" I yelped, immediately regretting it.

I yanked out of the Dean's mind completely and stood up. It was all I could do to prevent myself from running to hide behind Cain.

The Dean was eyeing all of us, and he did not look amused. Screwing an eye shut, I carefully took a mental sniff of the Dean. He had shields up all right, but that didn't stop the emotional radiation most people put out like bonfire. His was diminished... anger, interest... fear? Nah, couldn't be.

Well, I was outed. I should never have fooled myself. I wondered what he was going to do with me. We couldn't keep the Dean tied up forever.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

Tiador looked to Muffin questioningly. "I just said we ought to get her here, not send you back to her." he said defensively. By the intnse way she started at the Dean he realized there was more going on.

Too bad, he thought looking at the new dean, careful to keep his eyes above the waist. the old dean wouldn't act like this. He might've been a jerk sometimes but he was an all around nice guy. Powerful wizard too. I wonder... Tiador looked toward the other two. He walked over and whispered.

"Think we can channel the spirit of Dean Harris into this guy's body? It'd be like an exchange." he looked up to the imp. He had seen her naked. He shook the thought from his head.

"It'd be risky. And for us to even try it we'd have to have something intensely connected to the old dean." A slight scuffling drew his attention downward. He picked up the toad and absently stroked behind it's eyes. It couldn't hurt to be nice to the warrior frog.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"Dean Edwin... Here is the deal, we let you free, and you let us go about our merry way, as if none of this had ever happened. That simple." Cain said with tons more confidence then he felt. He stepped over to Muffin. "Did you pick anything up that we could use against him?" He whispered in her ear, so close to her, he wanted to wrap her up in his arms!

 

[Neale]

Dean Edwin

The Dean, looking for all the world like he was perfectly at ease and in control, smiled warmly at the youths. "Of course, dear boy... I admire your collective ability at penetrating my tower, and even the way you caught me quite off guard. So long as my... activities remain our secret as well, I have no intention of reporting this to anyone. It would be a crime to see such talent be punished."

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn

OOC: Blessed be, love! You ARE a wiccan, aren't you!?!

IC: THe imp listened to the banter between the humans, tucking away bits of information, but it was Cain's last question to Muffin that caught her attention. Muffin had something to use against the Wizard! Oh this would be good, she thought. She smirked at the thought of the humans' surprise when she revealed her magic, they hadn't a clue as to what she was capable of. Now to stay in the human world forever and find a place for herself in the innocence. She glanced at Lord Toad, he was seemingly digruntled, his skin always got pastey when he was upset or irritated. She motioned to him, and smiled. He would want to hear of her plan, surely! Then she caught Tiador's gaze, raking her body with lustful eyes, and she grinned. Another pawn, on my!.....

 

[Vivid]

Ti - adores you

"Or maybe we can turn the new dean into a newt". Tiador rambled on. He could train as part of the amphibian defense force. Newts were amphibians right?

Tiador caught the conversation between Cain and the dean. "Or we could just let him go and agree not to speak of it again. I guess we could do that too, yeah."

Tiador's eyes kept trailing back to the imp. The cloths couldn't keep his memory from replaying her image, naked, flushed from arousal. His smile grew dopey. He could feel himself hit by the stupid-stick as he looked at her petit curves, drawn in by her soft skin. He wondered what it felt like.

He didn't see her looking at him, staring intently, concentrating, and smiling.

 

[KillerMuffin]

My jaw worked as I tried to think of something intelligent. "Ah... no," I whispered to Cain. "The man is a mind witch too."

That brought Cain up short.

"What about the thing? We need to send it back, right? So that no one gets in trouble?"

 

[Neale]

Dean Edwin

The Dean clears his throat pointedly. "This is not exactly the most comfortable position in which to be held... I really would rather you released me. If I were to speak the words of unbinding, rather more than this device would be disrupted. Like the wards around several creature's imprisonment talismans..."


/ooc: Fellow traveler to Wiccans would be a bit more accurate, though I have done a bit of worshipping the Goddess...

/ooc2: The Dean doesn't have mindmagic, unfortunately. However, it stands to reason that the Magick-wielders would have developed defenses against such psionic interference. Had you continued your attack, I would have let it through. Logically, she should be able to get past, with effort.

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC2: True. In this particular world mind mages are few and far between and not liked, generally they're killed off or worse. This one is particularly inept at most everything she does, it never occurs to her that she won't be anything but inept at this stuff too. She's a bully, she never challenges people who are stronger than her, or who she perceives as stronger than her. She's not very good at being a bully either.

IC: "Tiador!" I hissed, hoping the dean wouldn't hear. "Let him go!"

Tiador wasn't listening, he was getting a familiar glazed look on his features from staring at the imp. I'd seen it many a time when a man first confronted my mother.

"Tiador!!!"

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

"Wha... huh?" He said in that far-off way. "Oh release, yeah," he smiled. "Release would be good."

"Oooo, the cuffs." He ran over to the dean. "Re'Dlite" He grabbed the now loose restraints and scurried back to the imp. "Look, I made these," he beamed pride.

 

[Neale]

Dean Edwin

Having been released from his restraints, Dean Edwin rubbed his wrists. "Thank-you. I believe this is still a school night? Perhaps you could all find your rooms? We can continue this fascinating discussion at another time, yes?"

The Dean had made no move to cover himself in any way. He stood as calmly as if he were fully dressed, and not covered in blood.

 

[Miguelito Breathstealer]

Lord Toad in less confused for a moment

Well this will not do! This strange boy keeps picking me up! I have to get to lady Muffin and tell her . . . hmmmm . . . What was I going to say again?

Lord Toad squirmed in Tiador's arms as the boy unconsciously carried him around. There was something very important that he was trying to remember and this picking-up business was very distracting. That Fly-girl, now that she had noticed him, kept looking at him like they should be sharing some kind of secret or something. And that damn substitute was scaring poor little Muffin.

Oh! Lady Muffin!

"Reedeep! Burp?"

She didn't seem to be paying any attention. And why is this frustrating man carrying me face to face with that Fly-girl. So you have a fancy pair of cuffs. Big deal. I have a whole tank to myself, with rocks and a log, and weeds, and EVERYTHING!

Still. Fly-girl was very attractive. He could see how someone would like to tie her up. It seemed like the kind of thing the old master would have done before he started tutoring on the side. She was very similar to something they had summoned together once last holiday break.

Oh. Hmmmmmm. "Ribbit." (I am Lord Toad, familiar and tower watchman of the mighty wizard Harris.)
"Reedeep?" (Who are you, and why are you here in my master's chamber?)
"BUURUUP!" (Speak quick and true, or I shall report you under union code 476.5b, violation of a lord familiar's domain!"

Lord Toad felt very pleased with himself. That incantation was a hard one to memorize.

 

[KillerMuffin]

We weren't in trouble? The Dean just wanted us to leave? My jaw worked in some confusion. I had half a mind to go back into his mind and find out what he was up to. But... no, that would be too dangerous.

"Well," I muttered to Cain. "Grab your thing there so we can send it back, and let's get while the getting is good."

Ribbit A toad? What in the heck?

 

[Neale]

Dean Edwin

Would these children never leave? the evil wizard thought to himself. They want to BANISH the imp? Can't be having that... heh.

He spoke to the imp in the gutteral tones of a language spoken in Hell, one that the pathetic simpletons who ran this school would never teach their magelings, Not worrying, imp. Here to me, blood binding imp. Going with young meat, I summoning imp here soon.

The harsh tones of Hellspeak were literally Hell on one's throat, so the Dean summoned a goblet to his hand, and sipped, the liquid soothing his throat. "Ah, so sorry, children. The imp needed chastisement, so I spoke in a fashion she would not misinterpret."