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I've been in Flordia us for the week so yea. But leave tomorrow. Reason for the silence. I'll be back on Tuesday.

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the plot: your character has been the faithful child of a preacher their whole life, obedient and good. Now, whether through frustration or rebellion or desire, they want sex. So they turn to their trusted friend, Isaac...

Note: they can be older than Isaac! They don't have to be around his age.

The cold howling winds of the harsh Montana winter night felt like tiny icicles poking at every square inch of his body that was exposed to the elements of nature. He would’ve much rather preferred the lavish ways of his old lifestyle; A knee length designer coat to keep him warm especially in weather conditions like these, but he supposes his presence as he is conveys a stronger message for Eden’s Gate's morals.

That no matter if he had to be up in the dead of night in freezing temperatures with nothing more than a long sleeve shirt and vest on to carry on with baptisims, then he was going to do just that. With a deep inhale and close of his eyes he allows himself to slowly walk into the numbingly cold lake with his devotees, VIPs, and those forced looking for salvation not too far behind.

"My brothers and sisters of Eden's Gate," His piercing blue eyes shoot open to address the congregation before him, "It is our devotion to the project that gathers us all here tonight." With welcoming arms he ushers the first person adorned in white over to him, one hand supporting their lower back and the other resting snug on their forehead. Though he's making direct eye contact, he still spots the seepage of blood on the chest area of their garments in his peripheral vision. Wounds perpertrated by no one other than him.

Kidnapper:

“I’m going to tie you up!”

“Stop struggling!”

“Stop screaming!”

“Get in the car!”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“Should I gag you or blindfold you first?”

“Open your mouth.”

“How does this feel?”

“You’re coming with me.”

“Tell me what I want to know and I’ll let you go.”

“Why haven’t they paid the ransom yet?”

“Would you rather handcuffs or rope?”

“How are you liking the cage?”

“I may have to kill you.”

“Put your hands behind your back.”

“They’ll never catch me while I have a hostage.”

“Talk, or I’ll have to make you.”

“Hogtied on the floor is a good look for you.”

“Stop crying, or I’ll have to hurt you.”

Victim:

“Please, don’t tie me up!”

“Let me go!”

“Mppff!”

“Stop pushing me!”

“Untie me!”

“Please, let me see!”

“Please, don’t gag me!”

“Stop doing that!”

“What’s the gun for?”

“I’ll never tell you anything.”

“They paid the ransom, now let me go!”

“Could you loosen my handcuffs?”

“Why is it so dark in here?”

“Please, don’t hurt me.”

“Stop hurting me!”

“Could you get me something to drink?”

“That hurts!”

“The ropes are hurting me.”

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Lisa didn't even know her mother was capable. 'Of course she was. She was the queen'. Lisa had laid in the rain on the ground after some of her mothers team left her to be found by the humans. Lisa was instructed to tell that the fifth column was the attacker and that the truth of being injured by her mother, was to stay between those that knew.

She had been found by a homeless man and his dog. After medical attention. At least being brought to the hospital in an ambulance, now she was waiting in a private hospital room as earth didn't know she was high commanders Anna's daughter yet. Just that she was one of the visitors. And those that knew; that was just a select few.

Lisa knew that this was all part of her mother's plan. She was just a pawn. She always had been. Always would be.

"Hey! Don't touch those weapons. They tend to explode."

notofthisxworld

"She is, most precious to me. "Anna said as the first course came out. Caesar salad, bread and oil herb dip and French onion soup. "Please"she motioned "I assure you it's perfectly fine to eat"she said taking a bite first. If that helped ease the other of the fear of doctored food.

"Do you have any children captain?"she asked curious. "I do have a request. That when Lisa needs to go down to the center. If you or one of your colleagues accompany her. As the climate to. "She paused taking a sip of water "to visitors have changed. As you know. We've all but tried to share our technology and knowledge with humanity. And some have answered with violence "she stated.

"Children seem to venture into mischief if they are granted the opportunity"she finished.

fatum-est-verum

Gabriel watched her take the first bite with a clinical, unblinking focus, but he didn't reach for his own spoon immediately. He let the steam from the French onion soup rise between them, a thin veil of warmth in a room that felt like a freezer. "I’ve never much cared for doctored food, Anna. But I’ve always had a taste for honesty," he remarked, his Southern drawl reaching that low cadence, before he finally took a piece of bread, breaking it with a slow, deliberate precision.

He paused at the mention of children, a ghost of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth—one that held no warmth, only the weight of a thousand hard choices. "Children are a legacy, and legacies are expensive. They require a future that isn't currently on fire. No, I don't have any of my own. I’ve found that command is a jealous mistress; she doesn't leave much room for anything else."