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[OOC]: in response to the greatest story never told. [/OOC]
It had been a long day. A long day of attempted hunting, mocking Binarabi, playing 'find the Kalreeg' while avoiding super-guards, and medic packs... lot's of medic packs.
Around 3 weeks had passed since my operation and the scars were healing nicely. My new foof was looking good and i felt like a real Homina for the first time in my life. The only thing i needed to do now was procure some feminine underwear.
My standard issue zorai underwear was nice but it's not very flattering and i wanted to show off after all. What is the most revealing of all atys's under garments? Yep. Matis.
I'd seen Marichia around on numerous occasions but had never actually plucked up the courage to introduce myself. It could be said that i followed her around briefly and one could also suggest that i may have stalked her. I prefer to think of it as education. I mean, how else am i to fully understand what it is to be female if i don't watch and learn?
For one reason or another, I knew where Marichia lived. Finding myself outside her apartment, somehow, i noticed that she had put her washing out to dry in the afternoon sun. Seventeen sets of underwear!! Seventeen!! She wouldn't miss one, right? Of course not.
I discretely plucked a red pair from the line when, out of nowhere, Altyra appeared.
"Marceline!!" she screamed. "What the crap you doing?!"
'Aww bugger' i thought. How would i explain this to someone that was unaware of my innocent intentions? My only option was to make a mad dash and hope for the best. I knew I was in the right but i couldn't explain myself monosyllabically enough for Altyra to understand.
Unfortunately for me, Altyra's voice had been shrill enough to attrack the attention of Marichia who now decided that she was going to give chase. This was a less than ideal situation.
So there i was running for what an outsider would presume was my life. In the distance i could see Lacuna and Spettra. 'This is just great' i thought as i neared them. I had no other direction to run in and in my haste i didn't see Spettra gently edge her foot into my path.
I hit the floor with hard thud but managed to get back to my feet just in time to see a mace flying towards me. I dodged and unsheathed my sword. I put up good fight but my heart was racing and my groin was throbbing. I looked down to inspect my dressing and it was lucky i did because i noticed a subtle grin on Lacuna's face... that grin meant only one thing. War.
Two of them on me. I fought valiantly but two maces against one sword was just too much to handle. They proceeded to cruelly bash at my arms and legs. Thankfully, because the maces are fairly hard to handle, my two attackers missed quite a lot. Sadly, one swing did hit and my vest buckle came undone revealing my bra.
I couldn't explain this one... now i was in trouble.
[OOC:] this is the completely romanticized version of the events. 103% accurate. [/OOC:]
[OOC]: in response to the greatest story never told. [/OOC]
It had been a long day. A long day of attempted hunting, mocking Binarabi, playing 'find the Kalreeg' while avoiding super-guards, and medic packs... lot's of medic packs.
Around 3 weeks had passed since my operation and the scars were healing nicely. My new foof was looking good and i felt like a real Homina for the first time in my life. The only thing i needed to do now was procure some feminine underwear.
My standard issue zorai underwear was nice but it's not very flattering and i wanted to show off after all. What is the most revealing of all atys's under garments? Yep. Matis.
I'd seen Marichia around on numerous occasions but had never actually plucked up the courage to introduce myself. It could be said that i followed her around briefly and one could also suggest that i may have stalked her. I prefer to think of it as education. I mean, how else am i to fully understand what it is to be female if i don't watch and learn?
For one reason or another, I knew where Marichia lived. Finding myself outside her apartment, somehow, i noticed that she had put her washing out to dry in the afternoon sun. Seventeen sets of underwear!! Seventeen!! She wouldn't miss one, right? Of course not.
I discretely plucked a red pair from the line when, out of nowhere, Altyra appeared.
"Marceline!!" she screamed. "What the crap you doing?!"
'Aww bugger' i thought. How would i explain this to someone that was unaware of my innocent intentions? My only option was to make a mad dash and hope for the best. I knew I was in the right but i couldn't explain myself monosyllabically enough for Altyra to understand.
Unfortunately for me, Altyra's voice had been shrill enough to attrack the attention of Marichia who now decided that she was going to give chase. This was a less than ideal situation.
So there i was running for what an outsider would presume was my life. In the distance i could see Lacuna and Spettra. 'This is just great' i thought as i neared them. I had no other direction to run in and in my haste i didn't see Spettra gently edge her foot into my path.
I hit the floor with hard thud but managed to get back to my feet just in time to see a mace flying towards me. I dodged and unsheathed my sword. I put up good fight but my heart was racing and my groin was throbbing. I looked down to inspect my dressing and it was lucky i did because i noticed a subtle grin on Lacuna's face... that grin meant only one thing. War.
Two of them on me. I fought valiantly but two maces against one sword was just too much to handle. They proceeded to cruelly bash at my arms and legs. Thankfully, because the maces are fairly hard to handle, my two attackers missed quite a lot. Sadly, one swing did hit and my vest buckle came undone revealing my bra.
I couldn't explain this one... now i was in trouble.
[OOC:] this is the completely romanticized version of the events. 103% accurate. [/OOC:]
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marceline nitwit.
professional procrastinator.
atys's first openly transgender homina.
loyal member of the guardians of subox.
founding member of the cookies.
proud honorary member of the Lost Girls.
Douglas (atys)
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