Date: Wed Jan 3, 2001 3:36pm
Subject: [HD] Damned Gravity!
The first impression Arcanis had upon climbing out of his comatose state
was that he was back home in Abterrus, and Titan had somehow snuck up behind
him, picked him up, and beat him repeatedly against a stone wall.
"Oww," Arcanis groaned as he sat slowly upright, clutching at his head. Of
course, he immediately wished he hadn't spoken as the words made it feel
that Titan had decided to pummel him a few more times for good measure.
Arcanis groggily cracked open his eyes, and suddenly wished he were staring
Titan in the face, because that would mean he was in Abterrus.
Arcanis rubbed his head, realizing that he was, by the feeling of polluted
mana, still on the accursed Earth. As he sat up, a few gold pieces fell out
of his sleeve and slid down a sheet of purple scales before the vanished
from sight. *Why the hell is there gold in my sleeve?* was Arcanis' first
thought, followed closely by *Where the hell am I and why does my head hurt
Arcanis squeezed his eyes shut and swung his legs over to get up from the
bed. Only when he began plummeting towards the ground did he realize he had
just dismounted a purple dragon in midair. Very high up in midair. Placing
his hands in front of him, Arcanis casts a simple spell-- since simple was
all his throbbingly pained mind could manage-- that generated a sharp flow
of upward wind, strong enough to catch his fall and hold him unsteadily in
place. Arcanis heard shouted explicatives as the purple dragon turned and
swooped down to hover nearby him.
"You hungover idiot! You're lucky you can fl-- what the hell!? You can
fly!" A strange, male human shouted from the dragon's back.
"Impressive," the dragon rumbled. "Very few humans can fly with only magic,
especially hungover ones."
"Hungover?" Arcanis mumbled groggily. The spell wavered as pain shot
through his head.
"Yeah, you had too much to drink, buddy!" the dragon rider, to Arcanis'
dismay, shouted loudly. Right there and then, Arcanis resolved never to
consume anything that sounded like 'ail' or any other similar word. Using
every ounce of concentration available to him, Arcanis formed a simple
Purify spell and doused himself with it. It was like falling into a lake of
cold water as the grogginess and pain washed away, enough so that his
concentration broke and he did indeed begin to fall. The purple dragon
immediately drew his wings in and dove after him, with the strange rider
clutching the plummeting dragon and screaming curses roundly.
"Oof!" Arcanis shouted, the wind being knocked out of his lungs as he
struck the back of the dragon. He sat up slowly, shaking his head to clear
the last traces of the thankfully cured hangover. "Er, are you friends or
foes?" Arcanis asked, remembering that dragons could detect espers and other
powerful magic users.
"We're friends, you oaf," the man in front of him, seemingly still somewhat
shaken from his plummeting adventure. The dragon was winging his way over a
thickly forested area. "You, my lucky friend, have been chosen to be the
newest member of mistress Pyxie's harem, and to be her faithful and happy
Arcanis blinked in surprise. "It may look as if I'm staring at you with a
mixture of contempt and disbelief," Arcanis said, deciding that maybe this
'Pyxie' Bix spoke so reverently of knew something of value to his quests,
"but I'm actually quite excited about the, uh, prospect."
"Oh yeah," the man added, "my name is Bix, and this," he said patting the
purple scales of the dragon, "is BahamutX."
"Bahamut?" Arcanis said confusedly.
"Indeed," BahamutX said, turning his head to face the two on his back as he
glided gently on a current of air, "mine parents named mineself after a
mythological creature that was supposedly the king of dragons and espers,
another mythical race.
Arcanis struggled not to laugh out loud. He changed the subject. "How long
until we arrive at this 'harem'?" Bix looked to BahamutX, who yawned with
his head still craned around towards them. Arcanis wrinkled his nose at the
wave of putrid, warm air. *They have more than their namesakes in common* he
"At mine current speed, I shouldst say a day," BahamutX said, after
recovering from the yawn. Arcanis frowned, surely they could hurry this up.
"Hold on to something, Bix," Arcanis said, making an intricate gesture with
his hands. The air began to waver slightly in a sphere around BahamutX.
"What are you-- AHHH!" Bix screamed and flung his arms around the dragon's
neck as the air around them and the ground below them blurred. BahamutX was
startled, as he was flying at the same rate, merely moving along at
twelve-fold the rate he should be.
"Holy shit!" Bix shouted at Arcanis over the whipping wind. Arcanis pulled
up his cowl and sat sideways on the dragon to block the increased wind.
"Just what kinda magician/warlock/witch--"
"Archmage," Arcanis interjected irritably.
"Whatever," Bix said, not recognizing the revered term. "Just warn me
before trying any of that funny magic stuff, would
you!?" Arcanis smiled evilly, and made a small gesture that doubled the
current speed. Bix cried out again and gripped Bahamut's neck in a hold so
strong the dragon found a bit of difficulty breathing.
The trio shot across the sky at this rate for about an hour before Arcanis
let the spell dissipate, if just so that Bix wouldn't suffocate BahamutX.
Just then, BahamutX reared up excitedly.
"There it is! We're back at the harem, guys! Um, guys?" BahamutX looked
back and realized the two had slid off his now-vertical backside and were
currently plummeting towards some sharp, pointy-looking rocks. Bahamut gave
a dragon-sized sigh, folded his wings, and dove down to catch them.
Subj: [ffml] [HD] Missing You
Date: 01-01-03 17:24:45 EST
From: email@example.com (pyxie )
A gentle breeze wafted through the window, causing the silken drapes
to gently sway. The sweet smell of jasmine enveloped Pyxie, causing her
to sigh in appreciation.
"Mmm, what could be taking them so long?" she pondered. "It's been 4
days and no word from either Bix, BahamutX or Pokey."
Looking down at her drawing pad, she swiped a finishing green swirl
to finish the picture. It's been the second one she's done since the
men left, a depiction of the creature she saw in her recurring
dreams. But this time, it had seemed that much clearer! She had seen
each scale in detail, had been able to touch and feel the softness of
the creature's fur. And a strange creature it was.
"I must have had demented parents," Pyxie grumbled, staring at her
drawing. "Never had I seen or even heard of such a thing!" It was a
creature with the body of a lion, golden and with fur as soft as
spider webs. But it had a head of a bird, so colorful and bright were
the feathers it hurt to look at it. It's beak And stranger of all, it
had a tail of a horse, but with the ability to stiffen and become
deadly spikes. Strange indeed.
A knock on her door cause Pyxie to stop her musing.
Rydia, her hair a beautiful shade of emerald green, stepped into the
room. Noticing the worried frown on her mistress's face, she hurried
forward and gave her a reassuring hug.
"What bothers you so, mistress?" she asked.
"Oh Ry, I miss Pokey. Shame on him for making me wait so long! I
shall punish him greatly. Hmph."
Rydia grinned at Pyxie's abrupt change of attitude. It was something
everyone in the harem was used to, and actually loved about the
mistress. Pyxie's kind heart was the reason all of them were there,
forever loyal to the young lady who showed them what living life to
the fullest actually meant. But her sense of adventure and demanding
personality also kept everyone on their toes.
Tossing her pad onto her bed, Pyxie made her way out onto her
balcony, leaning against the off-white marble railing. Her bedroom
was the highest tower of the Anything Goes School of Sexual Arts. She
had the best view of her grounds, made that way so she can keep an
eye on her special family. Below her to the east, a small hill with a
lone cypress tree swayed with the wind, it's long slender branches
revealing a couple of the harem members entwined in a peaceful nap. A
small trail leading away from the hill leads towards a koi pond,
filled with beautiful fat koi fishes and with a wooden bridge curving
atop it. Ladies in revealing clothes playfully being chased by some
of the harem men (aka man whores) ran amongst the flowerbeds, their
gay laughter filling Pyxie's heart with warmth.
The harem was filled with beauty. From it's white marble walls and
floors, intricate arches and elegant columns, the building itself was
a palace of dreams. Hidden above the clouds on an isolated mountain
called Calypso Island, the harem is a place where so many wish to
join and yet very few have actually seen. It's location was kept
hidden from everyone by a from everyone but those chosen to be
members. It was a place of peace, constant pleasure...a heaven placed
on this pitiful Earth.
Turning to Rydia, Pyxie quietly inquired, "Do you ever regret joining
my harem? Come now, you're my favorite concubine, so please be honest
Joining her mistress on the balcony, Rydia absently flinging her hair
over her shoulder. For over a thousand years she had wondered the
world, seeking revenge for the death of her mother and village.
Hatred had consumed her and had almost become her destruction. 2
years ago, while she had been standing over the edge of a cliff and
debating on ending her life right there, a furious shout from behind
had caused her to stop mid-step.
"Mistress," Rydia said now, "ever since that day at the cliffs, I had
found another reason to live. I learned that life lived in hate is a
life lived in death. I still remember how angry you were, that such a
beautiful being such a I would go to such a waste. How you demanded I
join your harem. You know beauty when you see it. Not the physical
kind, but the beauty within people. And you taught us all how to see
A smile twitched on Rydia's lips as she turned to face Pyxie.
"You're taught me, and everyone here, the most important lesson of
"What would that be, Ry?" Pyxie asked, her head bowed so that Rydia
couldn't see her expression.
"You taught us how wonderful it is, to love and be loved, to have a
family not of blood but of spirit..." Rydia said with a serious
expression. "That sex while eating at the same time is the most
erotic experience in life!"
Pyxie giggled with wickedness, her melancholy mood quickly vaporizing.
"You're absolutely right!" she exclaimed. "Why am I here pouting the
day away. Let us go and throw an orgy!"
Footsteps outside the chamber door caught their attention.
"Pyx! Pyx!" said a young boyish voice. "BahamutX and Bix are just
arriving! And they've brought another man with them! I saw them
before anyone else did!"
Opening the door, Pyxie smiled brightly at the impish face looking up
at her with eagerness. Gage was the youngest in the harem, being only
10 years old. She had found him running away from abusive parents and
whisked him under her protection.
"Great work, Gage-e-poo!" said Pyxie, rumpling his midnight black
locks, "Summon the man whores to prepare a feast. And have the
concubines preperare themselves."
As she glided gracefully out of the bedchamber, a shimmery veil of
faerie dust fell from the silver circlet on Pyxie's forhead. It
created a curtain of seduction, where her features left men staring
and wondering what lies beneath. Only her emerald green eyes
twinkling with mischief.
Rydia gazed thoughtfully back onto the landscape. Her mistress is
such a carefree being, and yet so much about her remains a secret.
Even to Pyxie herself.
Subj: [ffml] [HD] Revelations
Date: 01-01-03 21:00:10 EST
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Arcanis)
Auugh. This post didn't turn out as I'd like, but I really don't know how I
should end it, so I'm leaving it up to pyx. Plus, I need to get ready for
school tomorrow, so... :-p
BahamutX slowly descended to touch down on the marble platform that served
as his landing pad outside the Anything Goes School of Sexual Arts. Arcanis
and Bix slid of the dragon on opposite sides, Arcanis landing nimbly and Bix
ending up on his stomach.
Arcanis had to admit-- the School was very impressive. He unlatched the
platinum circle carved with the emblem of the Archmagi, and pulled his grey
cloak, dirtied by his misadventures through the mountain, forest, and
tavern, wadded it up, and cast a concentrated fire spell that incinerated
the fabric instantly. Ducking Bahamut's refolding wings, Arcanis conjured a
fine, dark emerald cloak and settled it around his shoulders, latching it
with his emblem.
As BahamutX moved away and Bix picked himself up, Bix looked at Arcanis
confusedly. "I thought you had on a gr-- oh, nevermind," he said, following
BahamutX. Arcanis, still disconcerted by such a grand place for a 'harem',
ran his fingers through his dark emerald hair and followed.
Arcanis noted nervously that quite a few people seemed to be a part of this
'harem', and all of those in view were staring at him. *Maybe it wasn't such
a good idea to agree to come here,* Arcanis thought, *I might have to reveal
my race or mission to get out of here.*
Arcanis, lost in his thoughts, gave a start as he realized that he was
inside a large room. BahamutX and Bix still lumbered ahead of him. Arcanis
looked back and wondered how the dragon had fit through the double doors,
which were smaller than him.
"Welcome!" A voice rang out across the large room. The room's ceiling rose
high, and the white walls were decorated by marble pillars and various
tapestries. Arcanis' gaze snapped from the double-doors to the origin of the
voice. A green-haired woman with bright, wide eyes stood on a dais in the
room. "You have been selected, as you have no doubt been informed," the
woman said, "to become the newest member of the happy harem of Pyxie's
Anything Goes School of Sexual Arts!"
Arcanis tried to wipe the by now-familiar mixture of disbelief and contempt
from his face. "Um, hello?" He said uncertainly. The was a smattering of
cheers of welcome throughout the people gathered in the massive room.
Arcanis struggled not to slap his forehead in exasperation. As he examined
whom he guessed was Pyxie, the apparent mistress of the harem, Arcanis gave
a strangled gasp. *Oh shit!* his mind cussed at him as he detected her aura
of innate magical power. *A summoner!*
Arcanis unconsciously strengthened his natural, invisible shield against
magic. Logic told him it was useless. A summoner could compel an esper to do
anything they wanted. Few summoners were evil, but Arcanis was wary of
anyone that could control him, and was made even warier after he had found
out what Kefka had done with his power. It had taken some time to mend to
huge tears in the planet, but it was impossible to mend the mortal lives
After a few moments, Arcanis blinked in confusion. His body wasn't moving
of it's own accord, and the summoner was looking at him worriedly. *Haha!*
Arcanis cackled mentally as he noticed she lacked the horn all summoners are
born with. *She doesn't have a horn! She can't detect that I'm an esper!*
Arcanis smoothed his face and gave a formal bow. "Sorry, milady, I was
taken aback by the hospitality." Pyxie smiled, apparently relieved.
"Heheh," she giggled. "No need to be formal here, um...?"
"Arcanis," he stated.
"Well, Arcy-poo," Pyxie said, instantly concocting a nickname for him and
laughing at his wincing expression, "follow me!
We've got a big feast to welcome you into our family!"
* * *
After the feast, in which Arcanis was extremely distrustful of drinking any
whine, er, wine. He had thrown in several casual comments during the meal
about Kefka and Crystal Peak, but it appeared that nobody present knew
anything about either. Arcanis knew that meant he had to leave, and he felt
strangely saddened by it. The School was beautiful indeed. Except for the
impure mana ever-present on Earth, Arcanis could almost be fooled into
thinking he was back in Abterrus. Pyxie had taken Arcanis to a drawing room
to talk and learn more about him.
"So, Arcy, tell me. Where are you from?" Pyxie said. Arcanis thought
"Er, I um, just came from Medina," he said, not wishing to lie anymore than
he had to.
"Ohh, Bix told me that place was destroyed," Pyxie said, frowning. "But
Baha says you're one of the most magically powerful people he's ever met.
Why didn't you fight whatever happened to the village?"
"Oh, um, you see, I was out of town when it happened," Arcanis stammered,
mystified by his strange feeling of not wishing to lie to Pyxie directly.
"Oh, that's too bad," Pyxie said sadly. Arcanis' gaze went to the table, on
which there were several sketches, drawings, and paintings. He reached out
and picked up one, intrigued by the picture. "I like to draw sometimes,"
Pyxie said, blushing modestly, "but I'm not really that good."
While the quality was indeed high, that's not what Arcanis was interested
in. *This looks exactly like King Bahamut!* he thought in disbelief.
"What?" Pyxie asked. Arcanis realized he had spoken aloud. He fumbled for a
change of topic, but he mentally groaned as he saw Pyxie's expression change
from a wondering one to an amazed one. "Wait a second! I read in an old book
that Bahamut is the ruler of the espers!" she shouted, jumping up at
Arcanis' drastic change in expression.
Arcanis narrowed his eyes and Pyxie's gasped as he vanished in a blur, only
to rematerialize several feet behind the chair he had been in, with the
expression of a cornered animal, and wielding a vicious-looking battle
"So, summoner," Arcanis hissed, hoping that maybe this drastic attitude
might scare her enough for him to escape without hurting anyone, "I'm sure
you want my power for yourself, now that you know my race, hm?"
"S-summoner?" Pyxie stammered, her eyes widening. She sat down, seemingly
in shock. Arcanis blinked in surprise. Even a summoner without a horn could
control an esper if they came into physical contact with them first. "I'm
not a- a- s-summoner!"
Arcanis let down his battle stance warily. "Hmm, perhaps I was hasty," he
said thoughtfully, realizing that Pyxie was being truthful about her
ignorance. "I apologize," Arcanis said sheepishly, "I, um, have to admit
I've never really met a summoner, and I thought you'd try to control me..."
Pyxie shook her head. "What makes you say I'm a summoner?"
"I sensed your innate ability... it's hard to explain," Arcanis said
sitting back down. "But regardless, I'm sorry, but I can't
join this harem of yours."
"Oh? Why not?" Pyxie asked.
"I'm on a mission from Bahamut..." Arcanis said, hesitating. *Hey, King
Bahamut never actually said I couldn't tell anyone, so...* "I'm supposed to
find a very powerful and evil man named Kefka, and kill him. I don't suppose
you could help me, there, could you?" Arcanis, still feeling guilty about
summoning his weapon, concluded.
Date: Thu Jan 4, 2001 12:05pm
Subject: [HD] Proper Harem Welcome
After watching Rydia scamper out of the hall, Pyxie turned back to
Arcanis and smiled softly. She observed how he kept looking around
him, half wonder and half nervousness.
"Cheer-up Arcy," she said teasingly. "No one's gonna bite ya...unless
you want them to."
Arcanis blushed deeply when her meaning sunk in. He had seen couples
playfully nipping at each other's necks throughout the festivities.
He never knew such things were acceptable! And in public! Pyxie
laughed at the various expressions that flittered over Arc's face.
[Such a strange man, so quiet and thoughtful. Kinda reminds me of
Arcanis was suddenly taken aback as Pyxie spontaneously flung her
arms around him and squeezed tight. As she stepped back, he wondered
if this was another weird custom of theirs.
"Wh-what was that for?" he asked.
"Oh nothing important," Pyxie said, waving her hand nonchallantly and
watched Arc's. "Just wanted to feel you up. You have a very nice
Gaping as Pyxie winked at him, it took Arc a second to gather his
composure again. He didn't know if he should feel flattered or
offended. As he debated on this, Arc noticed something sparkle on
"Hmm, that's a very interesting band you have." Arcanis pointed to
the twin bands. They were made of polished silver, intricately etched
with figures he couldn't quite make out. He also noticed the headband
on her head, a matching silver but as smooth and unblemished as the
marbles on the floor. They wrapped around Pyxie's forehead, with the
bottom part dipping into an elegant V between her eyebrows.
"My mother gave this to me," Pyxie explained. "I grew up at a brothel
in Nikea. My mother, Lady Topica, and all the other ladies there
taught me all the powers of the Sexual Arts. These bands were a gift
from them for my 18th birthday. See this, that is the Missionary
Position, you know...the usual."
Arcanis automatically nodded when Pyxie looked at him with such eager
eyes. He had no real clue as to what she was talking about, but he
didn't want her to know of his ignorance. He leaned closer as she
pointed to another figure.
"This is my favorite...the Dragon Position! It has the deepest
penetration and causes the greatest pleasure."
"Pardon me? Is this a secret way to successfully kill a dragon?
That's what this long thin stick is right? A magical weapon?" Arcanis
pointed to the straight line that emerged from one figure and went
into the other.
Pyxie's bubbly laughter along with a few others that were close by
gave Arc a pause. Everyone at the harem seemed to be always filled
with gaiety and good-will, something that made Arc feel very welcome
and at the same time, so far apart.
"Oh Arcy, you're such a doll!" pyxie exclaimed. "These are different
sexual positions used by a man and woman to give each other pleasure.
Have you never been intimate before?"
A lost look entered Arcanis' eyes and Pyxie nodded. Aaah yes, thought
Pyxie, poor Arcy is lonely. I can't just let him go away without
realizing what he's missing.
"Well I've umm..thought about it...but I've never really...that
"I've decided to come with you on your quest, Arcy."
Pyxie's sudden announcement was a shock. It was like an icecube being
slipped into your pants kinda shock! Arcanis stammered to a stop,
wondering what the harem mistress was up to. Her quick change of
subject has put him out of kelter. He had told her his story and had
asked for her help earlier. But before she had answered, her two man
whores Gage and Hortian rudely interrupted and dragged her out to
start the festivities.
"It's been a really long time since an adventure came my way," pyxie
continued. "A good romp around the hay, so to speak, will do me good.
We shall bring a few of my harem members along, if you don't mind."
"Well..." Arcanis thought quickly, "not too many. Maybe one or two."
"Alrighty!" Pyxie grabbed Arc's hands and twirled him around. Such a
bubbly creature, this harem mistress of AGSOSA. He sensed a strong
aura of summoner in her, and is puzzled at why she doesn't realize
"We shall leave as soon as Pokey gets back," the purple haired girl
proclaimed. With a another hug, Pyxie ran off in a swirl of satin and
the scent Jasmine.
Maybe bringing her along wouldn't be so bad after all, brooded
Arcanis. I know not that much of races, customs and activities here
on Earth. Having her and her body guards would probably make
traveling that much easier. Taking one last look around the erotic
bustle of the harem, Arcanis headed up to his bedchamber thinking