"What are you doing here?" (FxF, Plot focused Idea)

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Alright, so right off the bat folks, I am a slow burn kind of writer, my games are plot focused stories, because that's what does it for me. If you are not good with something 90/10 plot to smut ratio, than please enjoy the read, and have a nice day. If you are, great! I have my O/O's below in my Signature, but they are horrendously outdated. I'm open to most things, and willing to discuss just about anything. If something on them creates a stumble for you, please reach out to me before clicking away, it may just have changed.

I am available to write five days out of the week, and frequently reply within hours at times of getting a post, depending on when it falls. I don't demand the same sort of frequency from anyone, and don't have post size limitations. Though, I do tend to be more wordy, I like writing and if the story is hot for me, be prepared for verbose responses.

Now, onto the museling.

The premise of this idea is built around the tension between main characters, the plot is open to be worked with. In originality, MC was a guardian/warrior/partner, to a witch of some renown, your character. The pair was resourceful, badass, and more importantly lovers. Only it's not set at that time, it's set some good years in the future, and they are now Ex's. Your character appears on my characters doorstep, after some undetermined length of time, needing help from the single one least likely person to give it to her. Only the fate of the world/city/whatever, hinges on what this witch is now doing, which is the only reason "Fuck off" isn't the end of the story. This game can be a great epic, but it's gotta have that tension between two people who are soul mates, and yet despise each other for their history having to stick it out through it, and the challenges that entails. Originally, there was outside pressure that caused the breakup, we can use that, a plot element, or change it.

I would prefer this game to be modern/fantasy, I've ideas for my character, but that can be either more modernized and less fantasy, or changed otherwise as well. I'm flexible people.

I'd prefer it to remain FxF, make an argument otherwise if you feel like it, and I'd be willing to consider. But whats in my head is more FxF.

I've written up what would be my Intro, leaving some of the last paragraphs vague to not build up my partners character. Some editing would be seen to, to make it fit going forward. Please take a read and then shoot me a PM here. Though I would prefer if whomever wants to write used Discord for further plotting and details, PM's can be so tedious.

Intro

   With a pleasant hum Dahlia twisted the key in the door and pushed the glass door open to the twinkle of the chimes attached to the interior side above. Stepping in through she let the door close behind her and flicked the lock closed again, not quite ready for the open sign to go up. Twisting from the door she stepped over and kicked off the olive colored flats tucking them with her feet into the shoe rack just inside the door and padded barefoot now across the mats that started just inside from the entry way. The small gym was lit decently from the later afternoon light that was shining through the large windows that looked out onto the street, and she wouldn’t really need to turn lights on for another hour or so, once the sun dipped and it started getting darker inside.

Standing on the grey mats she wiggled her toes a bit as she looked around the room, everything was as it was supposed to be, some sparing gear tucked into its place to one side, as well as striking dummies set in place. The smell of cleaner was clear on the air, as she had a company come in and tend to the place, nothing worse than when the sweat started to smell on the floor mats after all. It was a small gym, tucked between a convenience store who loved when the participants went over for refreshing drinks. And a book store, whom could certainly do without the little gym, complaints of the evening noise had not been too frequent, fortunately, Dahlia did try to see that there wasn’t too much, plus the bookstore closed earlier than her little gym did, and they could get louder without complaint from their other neighbor.

Satisfied that everything was clean, though she’d want to burn an incense or something, she twisted on her heel and made her way towards the back and through the door there. It gave way to a hallway, the padding left behind her feet patted against linoleum floors as she strode past another shoe rack, this one boasting little foam slippers, positioned next to the door to the restroom. This too she passed and took the stairs at the end of the small hallway, scaling them first up one way, then around a landing and back up the other into the second floor. Here as she passed through a beaded curtain, above the little gym, was her apartment.

She gave a sigh as her feet hit the lush comfortable blue green carpet and wiggled her toes against the feel of it. Coming home was always a soothing feeling for her, and instantly made a tension in her shoulders ease a little. Loosing her pack from the single shoulder it had been slung over she hung it on a hook at the wall as she walked into the small apartment. The studio was only as large as the gym beneath it, which meant not very, but it was hers and that was all that really mattered to her. Decorated with a somewhat bohemian vibe, the colors around the room would certainly clash in most homes, rich greens, deep blues, purples, vivid reds. Dahlia loved color, and from the large plush circular couch that dominated the obvious living room of the space, to the art that decorated her walls, color filled her home openly.

Stepping lightly she crossed to the small kitchenette to one side of her little apartment and flicked the electric kettle on, before heading towards her ‘bedroom’ in the small studio, in reality that was a dresser with a large mirror on top of it, settled beneath a lofted platform. Above she had stuck several mattresses together to create a truly epic sized nest to roost in, blankets and pillows covered the lifted position and was a heaven she currently looked forward too but wasn’t for her just yet. Instead she stopped in front of the large mirror and got a look at her reflection.

Honey colored eyes stared back onto herself as she snagged up a hair tie of the dresser top and started to work her shoulder length black hair into a high ponytail, which then she wound together into a quick loosed braid from that and another tie to hold it in place. She reached and plucked the earrings from her lobes, the golden pieces shaped like arcing stars going into her jewelry box. Giving a sideways look at herself in the mirror, her wheat colored skin smooth, she could see her mother in her, though the height, clearing 6ft even without any shoes on, she had got from her father. She smiled softly eyes flicking to a photo of the two she just thought of, mother standing close to her father traditional Indian wedding attire fitting her mother beautifully, and looking just a hint unusual on the tall, white, brown haired man beside her. A point of contention to her grandmother, that, but had never bothered Dahlia.

“Miss you two.” She murmured softly before shaking her head and getting about continuing to get changed, she was taking her time and didn’t want to be late to opening her door downstairs, the teacher being late was always very embarrassing.



“Gerald, you need to remember to fall back into footing. Proper foot work is where it all starts, and if you forget that the second you go to do anything else; you are going to end up on the mat.” Dahlia insisted as she walked around one of the several occupants of her small gym, the red haired young man flustered and stood up a little straighter, feet settling in an even worse position than they had been moments before when he had been sparring up with Lana.

“I don’t uh.. I mean, really?” Gerald started, and Dahlia knew what he was getting at before he really said anything to it. Gerald, red headed and with a fair build to him, was a solid foot over Lana’s height, and easily held weight over her without any issue.

“You don’t think Lana could manage it? Because she’s smaller than you Gerald?” A somewhat… dangerous tone had entered Dahlia’s pleasant voice as she posed the question. Before she had been commenting as she walked past but now, she stopped where she was and put her hands on her hips. She had changed from the jeans and dress shirt she had been wearing earlier in the day, and now wore loose comfortable pants that wouldn’t restrict her, and sleeveless workout shirt, the sides open from shoulder to waist really, with a black fitted sports bra beneath. Both pieces of over clothing were a sage green, which had been hit with a blue and purple tie dye.

“Well I didn’t say..” He started to work up and excuse and Dahlia laughed softly. “Alright, Gerald, you’ve got a few inches on me, won’t be a perfect comparison but come over here.” Dahlia gave Lana a wink, the shorter woman beaming a bit before turning to stride more central to the mats, drawing some more attention from the other people training around the little gym. Gerald hesitated only a minute before following, perhaps knowing he was going to get flounced, but pride was a stupid thing.

“Alright Gerald, make your move.” Dahlia invited, setting her feet comfortably, putting a little bend in her knees, getting comfortable in her stance. Gerald took a step forward, but Dahlia moved the moment he did dropping herself close to the mat and kicking out, sweeping her leg quickly forward and knocking Gerald’s out from beneath him, sending him to the mat in a blink as she used her hands and pushed herself up in a single flowing motion. She was back on her feet and staring down at Gerald before he really knew what had happened. “That, Gerald, is why we always…always mind our feet.” She chided, having intentionally jumped on the advantage, wanting to get that message across quick, she held out her hand and helped pull Gerald back up. This close, the height difference was noticeable, Gerald was tall, and he had something of a point when it came to Lana. Someone his size wasn’t going to be easy for someone Lana’s size, ever.

“Now, set your feet.” She had another lesson to show Gerald after all, and now everyone in the room was paying attention. Gerald seeing this, was more flustered, embarrassed, perhaps a little angry, but did set his feet like he was told, understanding the lesson even through the hint of shame that came with it. Dahlia settled back and nibbled her lip a moment, wanting to make an example that was something more fitting. Lana was almost as short to her, as she was to Gerald. Finally she released her lip and smiled before kicking forward. Gerald, determined not to make a complete fool out of himself again, had been in stance waiting, and snagged her heel as it came past, intentionally short of striking, but close.

“Ha!” Gerald started before Dahlia moved, she bounced up on the other leg, making a jump, before twisting and whipping out with her other leg. She wasn’t kicking for him, instead when she jumped she pulled with her captured foot, pulling herself closer to Gerald, and twisted down over herself. Bringing her free leg up and around, she caught him at about the neck with the back of her knee, hooking her leg around him, and bearing down against him with her weight. It drove them both down quick and hard to the mat. The difference was she was prepared for the impact, where Gerald was once again stunned as he hit the mat. Moving immediately, she took advantage of that moments stunning coming up over him leg still over his neck, setting her other knee against his chest, using her weight and position to pin him into the mat.

She brought her fist and touched it to his nose, not hitting, just bumping it against his face pointedly. “Learn not to underestimate someone’s size Gerald. Give Lana a couple months and I guarantee she’ll be trying this move on you just to make a point of it.” Lana beamed from one side. It wasn’t perfect, this pin wouldn’t work with Lana’s weight unless she actually did start striking, confusing and disorienting Gerald. But she could give Lana some more tips on how to handle someone the size of Gerald without shaming the big man in front of everyone else.

The chimes at the door twinkled in the air, Dahlia heard them but didn’t turn yet, still perched on top of Gerald, who may not have been minding that as much as he really should at the moment as she glanced at her students. “Size is an advantage, but it is not a win. Just because someone is bigger than you doesn’t mean you can’t be effective, it just means you have to be smarter than whoever is bigger than you. Big people have had it easy, they are used to using their weight, their reach, and their height to intimidate, and win fights for them. Use that, use their urge to underestimate you. You may still lose, you will still get hurt, but you are not helpless.” Dahlia spoke, the smile coming to her lips easily, she enjoyed this, teaching, advising, it was a pleasure more than a job for her.

That though, was when the scent that had been working through the gym finally hit her. It was crisp, almost cold one would say, with an exotic spice to it. The scent was alluring, and it was familiar to Dahlia and she blinked in confusion, her smile slipping from her lips as she twisted, still on top of Gerald to look towards the door, remembering that the chimes had rang. For a second, that curious, confused look remained on her face as she noticed the newest occupant to the gym. And then she saw red, it was as if a filter had come over her vision and everything hazed with an angry red hue, she tensed up her muscles clenching as feelings rushed through her too fast to really identify, feelings of rage, hurt, betrayal. A wash of bad choking through her.

Perhaps she’d of been frozen like that, lost in the confusing tidal wave of feelings except for the sudden hand patting insistently on her thigh. She tore her gaze away from that hatred and looked down to see Gerald, his face reddening as Dahlia was tightening her leg against his neck, choking the poor man. “Shit.” She gasped and immediately relaxed, pushing herself back off of Gerald, catching herself on her palms. “Are you ok Gerald, I’m sorry I got…” Apologizing immediately for turning a playful lesson into nearly choking one of her students out and not even noticing it.

“It’s ok Dahlia… I’m alright.” Gerald choked as he sat up off the mat some, rubbing at his upper chest and up into his neck. For a little bit there he’d been enjoying the fit teacher on top of him, even if she had flounced him thoroughly. There at the end though.

Nodding Dahlia moved pushing herself up, and insisting on helping Gerald up to his feet again, she was gritting her teeth now though as she did it, forcing a smile. “Good… good, remember to not underestimate Lana now, right? Ok everyone, partner off, please with size advantages, learn from each other.” She was trying to keep her cool, as her blood boiled inside of her, a stiffness to her spine as she wanted to tell everyone to get out, especially the one who had started all of it. With her students turning away, not without some sense of curiosity to what had gotten into Dahlia suddenly, she turned back to that intruder.

Striding forward, purposefully, barely containing herself from stomping she closed the distance. “What are you doing here?” For someone who seemed pleasant and sounded that way almost always, the cold venom in her tone as she made her demand was almost foreign. The red did not overwhelm her vision again, but she could not stop the churning bile in her stomach, the way she felt hot almost with the welling anger coming up inside of her. She had no idea what had brought this intruder into the circle of her life again, but it was like being stabbed with something rusted.

Update: Games been picked up for the time being. Thanks!