Moments of Epsilon

[Fanfic Fetishist]

A surge of hatred so powerful it could felt by the others passed through Lucifell's body at the mention of the Devilbrung. Her expression became briefly furious, but passed soon after. She sighed wearily. "Yeah. Something about the magic permeating this world works against superhero types, halving their power if it's feeling NICE."

Natsume frowned. "That doesn't seem fair," she said.

Lucifell shrugged. "I don't know how the pervo god that runs this universe's mind works," she said. "I stopped trying to understand him 300 years ago. Better for my mental health."

The demonic Legendary sighed. "Well, let's get on with it. What do you want from me?"

[Creator_Drake]

Drake had a feeling he knew the reason behind the rules here but decided to leave it be. Mary gave him a look but he shook his head, letting her know through the bond to let it be as well. His eyes had narrowed when the hatred permeated from Lucifell but did nothing to stop it. He did however calm the girls through the bond when he felt Niri and Myriad jump. It wasn't that he wasn't effected by the emotion coming off the Prime, far from it, he just knew how to deal with it better. Letting his arms relax in his lap he spoke.

"Right, what we need mostly is just the basics. Should Myriad be alright with it and have the space for it we'll bunk with her for our stay so that covers room and board. If you're alright with it I'd like us to stay here in the Pit for at least a week minimum so we can get a basic schedule going. From you personally Lady Lucifell we need all the info we can get on Donovan, what happened when you fought him, last known sightings and such."

"Added to that any advice you have concerning that man's harem would be very helpful. I know master has the databook but the files on it are the general info for each breed, whereas you yourself like the other Prime's have first hand experience, which can be more valuable at times than basic info on a database. We also need access to any training facilities that are available, anything you have would be most appreciated." Niri was quick to supplement her Master; while not liking the sharing aspect of the situation all that much she did understand some of the benefits, such as being Alpha and the perks that came with it. She stood a little straighter when she spoke, any negative aspect on her part was reflected on Drake and she would have none of that.

Drake looked t her with a nod before looking back at the Prime. "That's right. However most of that can wait until tomorrow since I'd rather us spend today relaxing from the excitement from the last couple of days. It'll give Myriad a chance to give us the tour of her home and a chance for me to bond with Natsume." He spoke with a sly smile while giving the girl in question a quick glance from the corner of his eye. He was also planning to do some reading of the different profiles on his databook, not to mention going over the ins and outs of his Ultraglove.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Lucifell shrugged. "Fair enough. The Devil always supports a little sloth where needed," she said. "As for room and board, don't worry about that. 'Room' is wherever you feel comfortable sleeping and are certain you won't be molested at. No one here has anyplace specific set out for them, and people change where they sleep a lot. Food's free, we have our own farming system here. Most of its prepared and served in Gluttony, but Dis has a lot of restaurants, and there are eateries scattered about any place I haven't marked as private."

Myriad nodded. "Generally, one of the only rules here is 'don't mess with anyone unless they let you.'"

Lucifell quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "And believe me, I'm a strict enforcer of that rule."

[Creator_Drake]

For the first time this entire meeting Drake gave the Prime an easy smile.

"Your house, your rules. Now then if-" He was cut off as the barriers shined before falling. Giving Mary a look the girl simply giggled, her dark eyes sparkling with innocent fun.

"You're certainly enjoying this a great deal." The look on his face and what she felt through the bond only made her titters louder, she stopped when Niri grasped the shorter girls shoulders.

"You do know this means your training just got harder...right?" The words of her alpha made Mary pause for a moment, looking right at Drake. As the smile on his face turned a little smug she gulped lightly, releasing a nervous laugh.

"Master I wa-"

"I know you were just having fun Mary, and there is nothing wrong with it. Recognition is 2-way though Mary, and it's something we both need to understand as best we can. And like Niri said this means your personal training schedule is gonna be busier than what I had originally planned." Her groan and slumping shoulders prompted a chuckle from him before he turned to look at the Prime and his Legion.

"Now then, I think some food should be in order. What would you 2 recommend in the City of Dis?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad chuckled, amused by Mary's flustered actions. She kept it to herself, though. "There's this great Scottish pub down on the corner of Misery and Damnation, in the Pagan quarter. They've got GREAT boneless wings. We're not far from the Soul Furnace saunas, and it's just a ten minute walk from there," she said. "...Well, walk for you guys. I'm gonna be floating the whole way."

Lucifell chuckled. "Careful, Myriad. That hot demonic piece of ass that just put goddess-girl in her place might start working you just as hard," she said, licking her lips as she admired Niri's ample curves.

Myriad grinned weakly. "Aw, she wouldn't do that. Floating's just how I move, it's not being lazy. Right Ms. Niri?" she said, chuckling nervously.

Natsume just bit her lip, trying not to grin.

[Creator_Drake]

Niri made it a point to place a finger beside her lips as she hummed, tilting her head to make an exaggerated look of though.

"Hmm, I don't know. It didn't take long for your legs to turn to jelly this morning when you had your turn to ride Master. I mean you started out well when you did the Reverse-Cowgirl don't get me wrong, but it seemed like you couldn't keep up the pace. What do you think Mary?" She leaned onto the Demi's shoulders, face tilted towards Mary while looking right at Myriad. Mary had a smile that seemed all too cat-like as she looked at Niri.

"I must agree my Alpha, her endurance does not seem to be as high as it could be, considering her travel habits it's to be expected. And do you remember how she used her shells to hold herself aloft as Master hammered her so hard she swung like a pendulum?" Niri was barely able to hold back both her laughter and her blush at that creative use of ability in the bedroom. Instead she nodded sagely.

"Indeed I do Mary, indeed I do. Such a sister we have ourselves but she shouldn't worry, we always look out for our sisters best interests." She lifted herself from Mary shoulders, said woman nodding in agreement.

"That is true my Alpha." Moving around the couch Niri leans over, making sure to press her bosom behind Drake's head.

"Master, I do believe Myriad is in need of a physical training routine in order to maximise her physical ability. While a more thorough assessment is required to discern where she is at, starting her immediately could only prove beneficial in both the short and long term." Despite her position Niri spoke in a no-nonsense business like tone though it did have a slight flair to it. The whole time she spoke Niri looked at Myriad, the smile on her face anything but business like.

"Hmm..." Closing his eyes Drake folded his arms together, grasping his chin with a hand. His face was passive and his feelings were calm. Myriad could only wonder what he was thinking.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Lucifell regard Myriad with an amused expression as Niri and Mary went through their little description of what went on this morning. The Legion was visibly sweating, giggling nervously.

When Drake went thoughtful, Lucifell cackled. "My my. That mouth of yours has gotten you into trouble again," she said. "Oh the stories I could tell about Myriad and her two girlfriends..."

"If nothing else," Natsume said softly, "being a part of this harem is going to be entertaining."

"SO!" Myriad shouted in a desperate attempt to change the subject. "Scottish pub! Let's go, I'd like some pancakes."

[Creator_Drake]

With a smile Drake nodded as he stood up.

"The Scottish pub it is then, and you said they had boneless wings, those I've got to try." Niri put her hands on her hips, giving an exasperated sigh though she still had a smile on her face.

"You and your wings, I swear you'd eat those by the boat-load if you could." Drake just gave a hapless shrug.

"What can I say? Wings are awesome!" The Leviathan simply shook her head with an amused look as Drake turned to Myriad.

"And don't think I didn't forget Myr, you're walking with the rest of us and that is that. I was going to wait a few before starting but they did bring up a good point, sooner we start the better. Now hop to it love!" Niri began laughing while Mary couldn't hold back her giggles at the Legions predicament. Drake however, he merely smiled pleasantly.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Lucifell chuckled and excused herself, citing business to take care of. Myriad whined a little, but sighed and led the others on to the pub, walking all the way. It was a short trip, the scenery around them filled with debauchery and demonic celebration. Finally, they arrived at the pub, which was surprisingly normal-looking amidst the demonic decor of the City of Dis.

The pub was called MacPherson's, and delicious smells wafted from it.

Myriad, her mood improved, smiled. "Here it is, ladies and Master," she said. "The finest Scottish pub outside of Scotland itself."

Natsume smiled. "It smells delicious," she said.

Myriad opened the door, letting everyone come inside, and phasing through the wall to follow after.

Inside the bar was traditional as well, with partiers and waitresses flitting about, lovemaking going on in several places. Near the center of the room, a bagpiper was playing a merry tune while a muscular man in a kilt danced around, laughing and having a good time. He glanced over at the newcomers and tossed a small sack of money towards the bartender, a stocky Tavernmaid, who caught it easily.

"Whatever they want, it's on me!" he said, not stopping his dance for anything.

"Sure thing, Bhaltair," the Tavernmaid said, motioning Drake and his group towards the bar.

[Creator_Drake]

For a moment Drake simply took in the atmosphere. It was a lively sort though he could have gone without the sex that was going on so openly. He just preferred his sex between him and his in a quiet and private place. When the lively Scotsman passed the money to the tavern maid, he raised a brow as they made their way to the bar.

"The man seems lively today, I take it something splendid happened today?" Drake held himself pretty composed, not as relaxed as when he spoke with Lucifell and the other Primes. His face was calm and impassive though there was a small smile present. He also spoke with a slight accent, Scandinavian in tone if one knew their history. Mary and others picked up on this though he sent them reassurances through the bond or with a look to Natsume.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

The Tavernmaid chuckled. "Bhaltair? He's one of the top monster-hunters in the world," she said. "He and his girls just took down a big batch of Firebrung, prevented them from torching Damascus." She smiled. "He's a real hero. He's pretty much always like that, though," she said.

The red-headed, deeply tanned young monster hunter laughed wildly, dancing merrily to the bagpipe tune. A couple other Pokegirls had gotten up to join him, dancing in their own way, creating an interesting mix on the dance floor. Bhaltair seemed to have endless amounts of energy, his kilt briefly flashing up to thankfully reveal that he was wearing shorts underneath it.

The Tavernmaid chuckled. "Anyway, what can I get you?"

As Drake gave his answer, Natsume leaned in and said, "Vladimir-san. Can you see it? He is definitely a strong warrior. Moreso than his feats would suggest."

[Creator_Drake]

Drake gave a nod, genuinely interested in the fact of this man being an established Monster hunter. For the moment though he focused on the immediate concern.

"Yes well, I've heard good things about your boneless wings. I'd like a platter miss, honey garlic sauce with a glass of water to start thank you." As the waitress took down his order, the man turned to Natsume and spoke closely to her.

"Indeed my dear, there is much to be said from a mere glance of the man." At the same time both Mary and Niri had placed their orders; Niri ordering a large Veggie burger and fries with a pop and Mary a large regular cheeseburger and fries with a pop.

It was now Myraids turn to order.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad grinned. "A big mug of happy emotions and a stack of your famous buttermilk pancakes, please," she said, licking her lips. It had taken her a while to learn how to safely eat regular food, but it was worth it.

Natsume waved her hand. "I am fine. If you are willing to provide some life force, that would be good, but I have eaten before arriving," she said.

The Tavernmaid smiled. "No problem," she said. "I can get everything you need."

Natsume nodded as the Tavernmaid went off, turning to watch the Scotsman has he finished his dancing. Once the song ended, the crowd applauded. He bowed, laughing, and went up to the bagpiper. He swept her up in a passionate kiss, making Natsume blush. He let the bagpiper up with a loud, silly "MWAH!" and sauntered up to the bar, his shirt over his shoulder.

The man was red-headed, a wall of solid muscle. His body was covered in scars and burns, a testament to his long career as a monster hunter. "A round o' whiskey for the whole bar!"

The crowd cheered. The Tavernmaid shook her head. "Sorry, it's not five o'clock yet," she said, ignoring the boos she got.

Bhaltair pouted. "C'mon, lassie!" he implored. "It's five somewhere!"

The Tavernmaid poured a cup of water over his head. Bhaltair laughed. He then blinked, as if noticing Drake for the first time. "Och, never seen ye here before," he said, amiably offering his hand. "Bhaltair MacDonald. Professional Titan Monster Hunter."

[Creator_Drake]

Drake gave a nod and a small but noticeable smile in return. "Well this would be the first time we've met, so it would make sense. Vladimir, Vladimir Desmond." The name rolled off his tongue with ease, aided by the slight accent he spoke with while returning the handshake. It was firm but not crushing; he squeezed the Scotsman's hand as hard as he dared without activating his Adaptation by accident.

"Unfortunately I do not have as grand a title as you do Mr. MacDonald. Hopefully that may change in the future." Niri held back a snort masterfully; her master not having a grand title her beautiful bulbous ass. She did understand though, the majority of the regulars here aren't supposed to know about Drake much at all. The Primes were the exception with how close they were to the head honcho of Epsilon after all.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Bhaltair smirked, pleased by the strength of his grip, although he could tell he was holding back a little. "Well, lad, that all depends on what yuir willin' ta do," he said. "It's required that elder Hunters help out newcomers te monster huntin.'" He looked Drake over, and frowned. "I'm gettin' sorta mixed messages from ye, laddie. Ye feel like a newbie at monster huntin,' and yet ye dinnae... Were you a cop before going military like me?"

As Bhaltair looked Drake over, the Tavernmaid brought everyone's food, Natsume pleased to find a glowing sake bottle of life force and a small sake bowl. She began to drink it, when the sound of mad cackling and clashing blades came from the kitchen.

"Don't mind the mad laughter," the Tavernmaid said, grinning weakly and fingering the freshly bandaged slash wounds on her hands. "We're still breaking in our new Chef. She's... excitable."

Bhaltair smirked. "I bet I could get her calmed down," he said.

The Tavernmaid hit him on the head with an empty beer mug. "Down, Bhaltair. You don't get to bang every pretty unclaimed Pokegirl you see," she said with a smirk.

"Och, lass, ye can be such a spoilsport sometimes," Bhaltair said, mock-pouting.

[Creator_Drake]

Drake gave a light chuckle as he organised the meal before him. "Unfortunately no, I was not. What you feel is likely due to my parents...training when I was younger. My father was rather eccentric you see, considering who my mother was it is not so farfetched."

Grabbing his glass of water he took a slow sip, closing his eyes to savour the coolness of the liquid. Outside he was quite calm, mentally not nearly so.

'Mary quick!'

'What is it Drake? What do you need?'

'I need 2 breeds that are good mothers that use swords aside from Natsume's, one that's odd.' At the order Mary's mind was a whirl as names and profiles came and went through her thoughts. Outside she had taken a short pause gazing at her burger before eating a few French fries first. Her answer came just as Drake removed the glass from his lips.

'The Dark Knight and the Valkyrie breeds.' Being able to read your partners mind had its perks. Outside Drake had given no pause, licking his lips as he put his cup down.

"Ahh~ nothing like a nice cold glass of water to refresh oneself. Now where was-oh! Yes, my mother. As I said my father was an eccentric man, moreso apparent when he chose a Dark Knight as his Alpha. She was a caring woman, though she had odd ways of showing it at times."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Bhaltair chuckled, seeming to accept that for now. "Aye, aye, I know Dark Knights and their habits," he said. He ordered some breakfast and sat down near Drake, oblivious to the sudden discomfort Myriad and Natsume showed to his presence.

The Scotsman, still shirtless, sighed, his smile never leaving his face. "I tell ye, Vladdy me lad, there's nothin' more satisfyin' than ending the life of some uppity monster that was hurtin' someone. O'course, the reward party afterward is always fun, but the real prize is in a job well done, aye?"

[Creator_Drake]

Bhaltair chuckled, seeming to accept that for now. "Aye, aye, I know Dark Knights and their habits," he said. He ordered some breakfast and sat down near Drake, oblivious to the sudden discomfort Myriad and Natsume showed to his presence.

"I would be surprised if you hadn't, though you might find it surprising who my aunt was. She was the balancing factor to my mother's...uniqueness, and being a Valkyrie she was very good at keeping her in line, most of the time. Don't ask how my father kept them from harming one another, to this day I still have yet to see how far his shrewdness went." The Scotsman may have been oblivious to the discomfort of Drake's Spirit gals but the off-worlder was not, at least not to Myriad. Without a thought Drake sent a sense of calm to Myriad through the bond, mentally tipping off Mary about the pair while placing a napkin in his lap.

The Scotsman, still shirtless, sighed, his smile never leaving his face. "I tell ye, Vladdy me lad, there's nothin' more satisfyin' than ending the life of some uppity monster that was hurtin' someone. O'course, the reward party afterward is always fun, but the real prize is in a job well done, aye?"

A small smile came to his face as he grabbed his first wing. "I would have to agree there, for every monster slain means another day for Humans and Ultramaidens alike. And please, call me Vlad." His voice was firm, holding both a fire of hope and a tad bit of wistful remorse, something Drake knew the burly man would pick up on as he took his first bite.

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"Aye..." Bhaltair said, his face falling a little as he sensed the tone in Drake's voice. "Te everyone coming back alive. May no innocent heart stop beating 'afore its time," he added, his voice holding a similar tone.

"THAT one I'll let you have a drink for," the Tavernmaid said, her voice choking up a little. She went behind a counter and poured some lager for Bhaltair from a tap that was hidden in the wall. Bhaltair thanked the Tavernmaid, gently holding her hand briefly before letting her return to her duties.

"Och, looka me," he said softly. "Gettin' all choked up." He took a long swig of his drink and sighed. "Anyway. If me recollection of traditional macho rituals be accurate, this be the part where we recount our exploits in an overly braggin' fashion."

"You keep usin' big words like that people are gonna think you're actually smart," the Tavernmaid teased.

"Keep outta this, lassie!" Bhaltair barked, although from his expression and the Tavernmaid's amused laugh it was easy to see that the two were fond of each other.

[Creator_Drake]

Raising his glass a little Drake shared in the toast, something Niri and the others followed. Picking up another drumstick Drake chuckled at the interplay between Bhaltair and the Tavernmaid, chewing the meat as he savoured the taste.

'Mary, coul-'

'It would be no problem Drake.'

'Thank you Mary.' Knowing Mary would be fine Drake turned to the teasing pair, holding a somewhat knowing grin.

"Seems you 2 have a bit of a history together, am I right?" Mary then stood from her stool and, turning to Myriad gave the Legion a smile.

"Suppose you could come with me to the restroom? I'd like to have the company." She turned to Drake with a slightly worried look. "That is if that's alright Master?"

Swallowing his current mouthful Drake chuckled as he turned to his Demi. "Mary, its more than alright. You just have to tell me when its needed alright?" Immediately brightening Mary nodded with a smile, turning to Myriad awaiting her answer. Drake on his part turned back to Bhaltair to hear the tale behind him and the Tavernmaid.