#idothisforaiur

[mylifeforprotoss]

Sokira and Phae are the Cutest

What? They are!

Starter for @idothisforaiur!

Sokira clung to Phaellam’s arm as they made their way through the streets. She used to love being among other people; being isolated in her huge house, denied the outside by her husband unless she were strictly supervised, the outside world was only a treat for every once and a while.

But now, that she wasn’t supervised and protected, it was frightening. Not only Khalai roamed these streets--the Dark Ones did, as did the wild, fierce Tal’darim. The irony that she was currently hanging onto a Nerazim’s arm didn’t escape her.

It was midmorning; she, Phae and Neoteros were all headed to his parents’ tattoo parlor for their life drawing lesson. Sokira had no idea what to expect. She would have thought a tattoo parlor would have been dingy, dirty; but somehow she didn’t expect that of Phae, or else they wouldn’t bring everyone there.

Neo bounced where she clung firmly to his hand, refusing to let him run off. “Mamaaaa,” he whined.

“No, love; stay here,” she replied, firmly.

Neo pouted. Sokira glanced up at Phaellam, shyly. It was still so strange, to be holding onto them like that, but she trusted they didn’t mind.

“Are we... where is this parlor?” she asked softly.

[mylifeforprotoss]

Meet the Parents (part 2)

@idothisforaiur

Dulce wasn’t entirely sure what happened.

One moment he was full of rage, of hatred; he was rending the bastard who’d dared to--to--he wasn’t sure what but he hated this man with a passion and wanted to rip him limb from limb. And then, the next--he probably lost consciousness, he thought idly, staring up at the ceiling as the dust weaved around him, lazily, sparkling with little lights from the late afternoon sun.

He couldn’t feel anything. His entire body rung with a high-pitched whine. He didn’t even feel the broken rubble under him. He was floating, fuzzy, and wondered casually if he’d already died or was having an out-of-body experience.

Something, nagging and persistent, was calling his name. But Dulce’s mind was full of aftershock of the psionic blast and he couldn’t make it out. It was directed at him, certainly. It was his name, yes. But it bounced around in his brain, unprocessed. He wanted to tell it to stop. Stop, let him get his bearings, just shut up.

His eyes rolled towards where someone was scrambling through the hole left in the wall to get to him. Wow. Through the wall, huh. Dulce blinked. Oh, man. Going to work tomorrow was gonna be rough.

[mylifeforprotoss]

Fen: LOOOOl omg. Neth is like [do I get a threesome out of this while Kel probably tries to murder Zakky for being so obnoxious and she's like yeAH FOREPLAY]

Seera: zakky views attempted murder as MORE foreplay

Seera: he'd see kel as pretty hot

Fen: ahahaahah Neth and Zakky are like HIGH FIVE TEAM UP BEAT UP FOREPLAY and Kel is just like ??????????????????? WHAT IS HAPPENING

Seera: oh kel

Seera: I'm so sorry

[bluebutbeautiful]

The Sassy “Azuna” For @idothisforaiur

Added every significant step for those who are interested.

[mylifeforprotoss]

Closed starter with idothisforaiur

((this will definitely get rather NSFW, so please read at your own risk!))

“Talk to Raezar.”

The words had been spoken as an aside, a passing comment to them after they had denied advances from a beautiful Nerazim woman taken by their gleaming hide. She had quickly understood that the poor thing had no idea what they were doing or even what their sexual preferences were, and decided to pass on some sage advice. “Talk to Raezar, on Aiur. If anyone can help you, he can.”

Getting to Aiur was the hard part. They couldn’t just ask their companions to fly over there just so they could hire a courtesan. And so Dulce had put it in the back of their mind for the time being, focusing on just doing their job and collecting whatever meager pay they procured.

Until at one point they had chanced upon a soft melody singing in the back of their mind during one of Zalaris’ many business deals on a space station. It had led them to a cargo bay, where, in one of the (terran) canisters filled with terran things, there lay a sliver of Khaydarin wrapped securely in a rag.

They hadn’t really stopped to think who it may have belonged to. The station didn’t have the greatest reputation and they knew that the crystals were absolutely priceless. You could trade one for virtually anything--ships, money, services, so on. And they were protoss now and these things belonged to protoss, so Dulce didn’t even consider the terran who had undoubtedly stolen it. They picked it up, carefully shielded it with their mind, and walked out. Knowing that at least the High Templar on the ship would probably sense it despite their shielding, they asked Ashothel if he could keep it a secret and the Khalai, for some reason, had agreed. And so they’d practically forgotten about it, until they landed on Aiur and remembered those words.

It had led them on a wild goose chase at first, but in the end they stepped through the door of a tattoo and body piercing parlor, a very high-end one it looked like, and stood there awkwardly, skin gleaming in the bright lights and shiny metal around them.

[mylifeforprotoss]

This is a continuation of this RP, this time with @idothisforaiur and @macabrecabraisaroleplayaddict!

He was somewhere completely foreign and frightening, but somehow, Sabaja was not terrified.

The large protoss holding him sent soothing thoughts as he walked, keeping him cradled and doing his best not to harm him. The act itself, that he was trying to keep him safe and warm and comforted, was comforting. He cared. This big protoss, who could control his powers and keep them in check, cared about him.

He snuggled further into the embrace, clutching at Ashothel’s shoulders. They were somewhere dark and quiet now, some room that smelled of such strange things. It was warmer here. Safe.

They were waiting, Ashothel had said. For what? For more protoss to get back. That was as far as Sabaja understood. There were more protoss, and they were coming back to this strange place. This was their home.

His muscles cramped. His right arm was curled tightly and uselessly against his chest, his fingers twisted and throbbing as he was unable to relax them. Sabaja whimpered as quietly as he could out of habit not to be heard and buried his small head against the adult’s hand, nuzzling his palm.

[mylifeforprotoss]

RP with idothisforaiur!

This was not a good place to be. Especially not for protoss.

Not by virtue of the environment. Though usually chilly on average, it wasn’t freezing; the thick forests provided ample cover from the wind and there was plenty of light and water to go around if one was able to breach the thick canopy.

It was because of the humans.

They didn’t like protoss. Though they had in the past done business with them, they hated the psionic creatures and only spoke to them when they had to, which meant “when they needed money.” They were aggressive and unfriendly and, for some reason, somewhat... unstable. Every mind the protoss had met thus far had been askew in certain aspects. Perhaps it was a planet full of madmen.

Or perhaps something was making them this way.

It was a mournful call, a psionic one; far away and faint to those not trained in the psychic arts. It was full of fear, and sadness, and tugged at the minds of the already-off terrans.

Why?

Why?

Where are you?

Why?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Come back!

Why.....?