Seven Sins [X rated]

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

This thread is reserved for the following people.

Beyond, Kyomei, TV, Dancer, Mou, RaisedClock, Faust.

This will be a thread for fun, as designated in Free RP. This will be the rules of the thread and other technical things. The first that will be discussed is posting order, as you see there are seven people. There is no posting order, post at your leasure. Have fun with it.

The sins have been previously chosen and will be displayed here.

Wrath: Beyond
Envy: Mou
Lust: Faust
Gluttony: RaisedClock
Sloth: Kyo
Pride: TV
Greed: Dancer

The intros will be posted afterwards with their labels placed over the set paragraphs.

The general idea of this thread is to place ourselves into this given situation and react as so. We may use faceclaims to describe ourselves and/or describe ourselves in a vague manner. There is no given direction but our Sins guide us to do things. That is where the favor system comes into play.

Favor System:

The favor system will be kept track of by me. We will need to perform certain actions that will cause an increase in favor which will increaase our powers. The favor system and powers goes into four tiers. 25,000 Points, 50,000 , 75,000 and 100,000. First person to a one hundred thousand ascends into demonhood and wins, afterwards they are in essense given a special power I will make based on their sin. However, there are negative tiers for it and this is shorter, it will be -10,000. First to get there dies. Any points in the negative will result in being restricted to the first level.

Each sin must complete a certain action which will be described later.

For the posting order it will be based on who posts first.

That is all, intros will go up along with a description of your powers.

Changes

Rules can also be changed if 5 of the participants vote for a change they agree should happen. Like lets say you want point changes till next level. Post your desired numbers and Ill change it or atleast make it a number closer to it. Fair?

As a side note, because the rules are still in the process of polishing, I may make sudden changes to the rules. Be sure to take note on of it affects you or not. This change is focused on Sloth. The gain, loss will be a solid decrease increase until you hit your second level, then it decreases but remains the same concept. Level 1 is 1,000 favor per post for being lazy and -2,000 for doing useful things. Level 2 is 750 and -2,250. Makes sense?

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

Everyone

You awaken in the middle of the night to find yourself standing on an octagonal dias in the middle of an endless lake of smoldering fire. At seven of its corners wreathed in shadows are seven altars of black obsidian. At their centers stand a ghostly figure, seemingly made of smoke, that speaks to you, telling you that you have been granted a great gift—the seven Lords of Sin have taken an interest in you and have chosen you to be their disciple.

As a chosen you will be granted a powerful Gift and sent back into the world to earn your Patron's Favor. As you gain favor, you will become more powerful, gain enough and you will ascend into Demonhood yourself; fail or fall out of favor and your patron will devour your soul, feasting on the sin you have collected.

Your ghastly guide spreads his arms, gesturing towards you towards your chosen Altair.

Wrath

As you step before the altar, you can see the image of a great and powerful demon, chained to a great stone, the statue's eyes burning with red-hot fire. As you stare into its eyes, you suddenly feel a great fire beginning to burn inside you, and you are quickly engulfed in a pillar of flame. For a moment you feel pain like you never have felt before, as your body is burned away to ash, then just as quickly it is gone.

Your body looks almost as it did before, but is larger, stronger, and tougher. You find yourself harboring a deep, smoldering rage at almost all times and only thing that calms you down is unleashing your anger on whatever target you choose.

You gain the gifts of “DESTRUCTION”. You instinctively know how to break things. Look at any object, structure, or person, and your eyes are immediately drawn to their weak points, and a voice in the back of your head tells you just what you would need to bring them down.

To gain Favor with your patron, you must allow yourself to destroy something in a fit of anger, at first you can be satisfied by small objects but as your power increases it will take larger, and more important objects. Eventually, only murder or wide-scale chaos will be enough to stoke your rage higher. If you do not let your rage flow free at least once a week you will begin to lose favor.

Envy

As you step before the altar, prince of Envy, you are suddenly assaulted with self doubt. The altair is topped with a pool of liquid water that reflects your features. But subtly twisted, making you look hideous and deformed. A voice begins to speak in your mind, outlining your every fault, every horrible thing you have ever done, every mistake you ever made, how lowly and pathetic compared to everyone else. Slowly ad surely it deconstructs you, until you are laying before the stone slab, sobbing, beggint it to cease, to leave you be. Then the voice changes tone and offers you a way out, a way to escape your sorry state and a way to get even . You feel yourself lifted, your self-pity erased, replaced by a curious hollowness.

Your body remains the same as it did before, except it seems more nondesript and unassuming. People will tend to overlook you. As you grow in power, though it will begin to change, taking more aspects of the people you have mimicked. Despite this, you will always feel somewhat empty, somewhere inside. Surely you just need to copy some more and you will be all better right?

You gain the gift of “MIMICRY.” You can copy any skill possessed by any mortal human upon witnessing it being done once. No technique is out of your reach, as long as you have the chance to watch a master demonstrate.

To gain Favor with your patron, you must best some at things. At first this is a simple matter of beating someone at chess or proving you are right in an argument. However, as your powers grow and your skills along with it you must find better and better people to beat, like beating a chess grandmaster or out debating a prominent philosopher or religious figure. Whenever you allow someone to beat you at something or be seen as better than you, you will lose favor.

Lust

As you step before the altar, you see that atop the altar lays a perfectly, life-sized sculpture of a human figure, it is every feature matching perfectly what you would consider the ideal member of the opposite sex. As you approach, it stirs, stretching languidly as it steps down off of its perch towards you, smiling seductively, enticing you closer. You move in to embrace it and without warning it leaps forward, its form collapsing into a cloud of black dust that seems to absorb into you. A wave of intense pleasure, greater than any you have felt before passes through your body, bringing you to your knees, as you feel your body begin to shift and change.

Your senses seem heightened, every sensation more intense than before. Your body has gone undergone a drramatic change, rendering you unrecognizable from your previous state. Your form becomes more slender, your face pretty and androgynous, you seem to lack any kind of sexual organs at least for the moment. Until you meet the first person afterwards.

You gain the power of “SEDUCTION”, you instinctively know the deepest, darkest desire of the people around you, no matter how hidden or repressed. By tapping into those desires, you can shape your own body, molding its features into whatever the people around you want the most. This happens almost instinctively, requiring only the slightest act of will and over time you will build a library of porential features and appearances of either gender. You are limited to human but may chose to show 'demonic' features and you can not become pregnant or impregnate.

To gain favor with your patron, you must personally fulfill someone else's desire, the more repressed or extreme the desire. The more you will gain. At first, gaining power will be as simple as a one-night stand. But soon it will require more and more extreme acts to satisfy you and you will be forced to seek the most debauched in order to increase your power, as you can only fully be satisfied by being the object of true desire, not instilled by your power of Want. If you do not engage in debauchery wild enough to satisfy your libido at least once a week, you will begin to lose favor.

Gluttony

As you step before the altar, you feel your stomach begin to rumble. How long has it been since you last ate? Atop the altar is an offering dish piled high with whatever kind of food you love most, you are unable to resist eating. As you eat your hunger only grows worse and you feel yourself begin to waste away.

Your body becomes frail, thin and emaciated, like you have been starved almost to death and you find yourself filled with an immense hunger, deeper than anything you have ever felt. As you grow in power your body will fill out more and more eventually becoming more imposing in stature and girth.

You gain the gift of “CONSUMPTION”. By touching an object and thinking “feed.” you can absorb any object, gaining the ability to manifest some of its properties temporarily. At first you can only absorb simple objects and take simple properties, like consuming a stone to gain its hardness and resilience. As you grow in power, you will eventually be able to consume people and gain not only their physical traits, but take on their identities, roles and or special positions.

To gain Favor you must completely consume something solely for the sake of gaining Favor, using your mouth, not your powers. At first this will be satisfied by food or simple objects; eventually only massive, rare, expensive meals or human flesh will be enough to increase your powers. If you do not feed on something large enough to at least assuage your hunger for at least a week, you will begin to lose favor.

Sloth

As you step up to the altar, you find yourself suddenly overcome with exhaustion. You were sleeping before, right? Maybe all this is just a dream, you realize that the sloths altar isnt an altar at all but a bed, its frame carved of obsidian, but its mattress and sheets the most luxurious thing you have ever seen. All you do is climb in and forget any of this ever happened and wake up in the morning. When you wake up the nex morning, you realize you are back in your own bed, despite getting a full nights sleep you will feel a little tired, somehow your body has not seemed to change at all and indeed it never will.

You gain the power of “STASIS.” Your form is locked perpetually as it is now. You will never age, you can no longer get sick, and your body will quickly revert to this state after being dealt any sort of wound, though this takes some time. The more favor you have collected, the faster the time will be. You can still be killed if you are completely destroyed before you can revert.

To gain Favor with your patron, you must not do anything at all. The longer you go without accomplishing anything important, the more you will accumulate. As soon as you start doing something useful, you will slowly begin to lose Favor, as soon as you cease you will begin accumulating it again. However, this gain decreases and loss increases at exponential rates. The longer you are inactive, the slower you gain Favor; the more you are active, the faster you lose Favor. A useful task is anything you are obliged to do beyond the bare necessities of survival. Eating is not a useful task, but finishing an assignment or going to work is.

Pride

As you step up to the altar, you realize what lies before you is not an altar, but a throne, made of a solid block of black obsidian, upon which rests a golden crown and a scepter. Filled with a sudden sense of purpose, you step up to it, taking the objects and taking your place on the massive seat. Everything feels right, suddenly. The whole world seems to come into perfect clarity. You know exactly how things should be and as you place the crown upon your head, you know that you should be the one to make them so.

Your body has changed in an instant, becoming a perfectly idealized version of your former self. Any imperfections in your features are corrected, your bearing becomes regal, your stature imposing, your form has all the perfection of a Greek statue or a legendary hero.

you gain the power of “COMMAND”. By infusing your words with demonic power, you can issue orders that are almost impossible to refuse. At first your commands are limited to a simple word or phrase, but as your favor grows, they can be longer and more complex until no order is out of your authority to command.

Your Favor with your patron is directly tied to the number of followers you have, the more you have the more you gain. This does mean that if you lose followers your favor will decrease. But as long as they remain loyal to you, you cannot lose your power.

Greed

As you step up to the altar, you see it is actually quite simple, a long white, stone block at the center of which is a large stack of parchment. The text is written in twisting strange runes you can not decipher but at the bottom you see a line for a signature, besides it is a pot of ink and an ornate quill pen. There is no compulsion here, save the desire to take a chance and potentially profit. You sign your name, step back, appearing virtually unchanged by the experience. When you wake up, you are awoken by a knock at your door. Upon opening it you are greeted by a beautiful woman dressed in an archaic looking servants outfit with horns emerging from the top of her head. She introduces herself as Furfur and hands you a folder full of official paperwork. Looking inside you realize that you are suddenly capable of understanding the runes printed on the long complex document, stamped with the seal of the Royal Bank of Hell.

You gain the gift of “WEALTH” you now have access to a private bank account containing four million dollars to use however you see fit. The money in this account cannot be taxed, audited, or stolen from, and no taxes or transaction fe can be applied to any money coming in or out of it. You also gain the services of FurFUR, YOUR PERSONAL DEMONIC ASSISTANT AND COCIERGE. Give her any request you can think of that would be accomplished by spending money and she will arrange it for you, from planning a party to having a private jet to assassinating a prominent world leader. The request will be completed in a non supernatural means and no illegal activitey involved will ever be traced. Whenever furfur complets a request, the necessary sum of money is automatically deducted from your account. She will be only unable to complete a request if the target is another chosen or if something supernatural prevents her from succeeding, you will not be charged. If asked how she does it she'll honly smile and tell you its her job to worry about those things, not yours. Though she has a harsh sense of humor she will always be polite and pleasant towards you, treating you as her boss. She may even come to be friends with you. Yes you can request her to have sex with you, and yes she will charge no matter what.”

Your Favor is directly linked to the amount of money in your account with the Bank of Hell, the more money in your account, the more favor you possess with your patron. This means spending money will lower your total demonic power, however spending it is the only way to lose Favor. Any money transferred into this account increases your total Favor. However, the account actually gains negative interest, meaning if you do not continue to make money to put in it, you will eventually run out. If you ever run out of funds or overdraft the account, Furfur will personally tear your soul from your body and drag it to Hell for an eternity of Torment.

[Hotaru Kuchiki-Masurao]

Izaya Orihara found himself in front of some strange altar. He had no idea what was going on, but he did see what was on it. The altar itself didn't have anything of great note on it, except for the quill pen. He had never seen one of those in actual use before. He stepped closer to the altar and had a strange feeling build inside him. He had always wanted to have more money, but now, he really wanted to see how much of a profit he could get. 

Once he stepped up to the altar, he noticed this weird writing on a piece of parchment with a space at the bottom for a signature. He was so curious about this, that he went ahead and signed it. Honestly, what was the worst thing that would happen to him? He was already poor. The world couldn't really make him anymore poor than he already was. After he signed it, he looked around. Nothing changed and he didn't feel different. 

He then woke up and looked around his apartment. It was a tiny studio apartment in New York City. He shook his head, clearing it, telling himself that all of what he saw was a dream and that was it. But, it seemed so real to him. He knew that he signed something, he felt the pen in his hand. He looked down at his hand and could remember the pen itself. It was then he heard a knock on his door. He quickly put shorts on and walked towards the door.

He looked through the peephole and noticed a beautiful woman. He did a double take. No woman this gorgeous had ever darkened his doorstep before. He immediately thought that this was a trap. It had to be a trap. Maybe one of his friends did this as a trick. It wouldn't really surprise him. He opened the door and the woman just walked right in and made herself at home. He just looked at her. The outfit looked more like a costume, and the horns looked so real. He knew that they had to be fake. 

She turned herself towards her and spoke. "Hello, Mr. Izaya Orihara. My name is Furfur. Here are the documents you looked over last night. If you would be so kind as to look them over to make sure that they suit you." He just stared at her. Furfur? Who has a name like that. This had to be a joke. He took the folder and opened it. It was the same document he signed last night. But, he could actually read the document. He looked it over and saw Royal Bank of Hell on it. "Wait, you're telling me that last night was real?! No way. This has to be a joke. This is all fake, your horns are fake, you're wearing a costume."

But, once he held the papers, he knew he was wrong. He felt a need now. He needed to gain more power, to gain more wealth. He NEEDED to do it. It was a drive he couldn't ignore. He walked up to the woman and touched her horns. They weren't fake. They were hard as bone. He even tugged at them slightly. They were secure. He couldn't believe for once, one of his dreams were real. He looked at the papers. "So what does this actually mean, Furfur? What's going to happen now?"



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[Katekarin Mekatoku]

Gluttony

"Hah! This gotta be a dream, this is so full of shit. I swear I was in my bed dreaming." I snorted as Iapproached the altar that I was designated. "This gotta be some sort of... how you say. Lucid Dream? Yeah. That is how we rationalize this. If I play this game. I will wake up in my bed all peachy." that is what I thought. That was until I began to enter the area where I was designated. My stomach began to rumble terribly, and it was only three hours since I last ate, and that was dinner. The closer I got to the altar, the hungrier I got, it was not until I stood there, standing in front of the altar did I see why. Bowls upon bowls of Chili, some with cheddar in them, others with beans, most filled my nose with the heavenly aroma of the meal. Right in front of this plethora of chili was a silver spoon.

I grabbed it, without hesitation or thinking I consumed bowl after bowl, yet to my horror my hunger did not subside. My horror continued to grow as I stared at the hand, the arm that was moving the spoon full of chili to my mouth, it was beginning to waste away. What was supposed to be a good thickness to my arm became emaciated. They were thin, incredibly thin to the point where the vains could be seen clearly. I immediately stared down and move my shirt out of the way, underneath it was an intense thin body. As my body continued to waste away, it became horrifically clear that I was wasting away no matter how much I ate. As I scream in horror, what I believed to be a nightmare came to an abrupt end. I wake up, the room that I slept in, the piles of clothes spilling from the closet and the piles of books and paperwork laying on the ground next to my bed. It appears that it was a saturday, my day off of college. But the hunger persisted, and that was when the realization hit me.

Everything was not a dream, everything was not okay. my arms were still shriveled sticks, my stomach completely sunk in as if it was trying to eat itself, my face hollowed and my hair think as wire. It was as if I was dying, and this was not okay. What made it worse was that the hunger made the fear of death more pleasing than starving. With much care, I crawled out of bed, fearing the possibility that I would break my bones with a mere accident, got dressed properly and grabbed my phone along with my glasses and walked as slowly as ever down the stairs, it was too early for anyone else to be up. Once I got downstairs, I petted my dog and quickly rushed him outside into the backyard. As soon as that was clear my eyes darted towards the bowl of oranges, apples, and other fruits that were clearly showing their age. But I did not care.

I rushed as fast as I could towards this bowl and began to eat, I did not bother eating the oranges, the skin and bitter part was intensely pleasing towards the knawing hunger. After that the apples went along with the stems, finally the grapes were the last to go. The shrivled old grapes had a bitter taste to them. But all of this to please the never ending feeling of hunger. Once they were done, I immediately opened the rice cooker and made a bowl full and consumed that. None of these were pleasing the hunger, it was not until I grabbed the whole block of spam and began to eat it raw. The hunger temporarily stopped. A little voice spoke into my head "You must consume, you must feed. Think Feed and you will consume. Consume. Consume. Consume! Eat more to gain favor!"[/i] the little voice spoke, it squeaked into my ear.

I immediately walked into the front yard and picked up a large rock, staring at it I did what the voice had told me to do and thought "Feed."[/i] the rock was immediately absorbed into my skin, it became harder and more resilient, my entire body became harder and stronger. I wanted to test it so I walked towards the brick wall across the street and punched it with half of my strength. the resilience of the rock made the pain impossible to feel and the punch chipped a good amount away. "Hunger... I am hungry. Do not want to eat more." running towards the metal gates by the street, I immediately grabbed onto the bars and thought the same, feed. The bars were gone and my skin, my body, my bones became as hard as the very metal I had absorbed. I took off my shirt and wrapped the majority of it over my head, leaving only a bit of my eyes showing. The nearest convenient store was CVS and that was a five minute walk. With the sunken and shrivled body I had exposed, I ran towards the store, ignoring the gasps and stare of horror from passing cars.

As the automatic doors slid open, the cashier was about to speak "Sir. You must wear your shirt-" "FUCK YOU." I scream back as I rushed towards the bags of chips, dip, and other snacks. It was not that I wanted to do this, I was against stealing, I hated it. But the hunger, it compelled me. It made it seem right, and a warm feeling temporarily pooled into my stomach as I threw up what remained of what I ate. I grabbed three bags of lays potato chips, one tub of pringles, and grabbed onto the largest bag of Takis and darted for the door. As soon as I got to the parking lot of of the highschool across the street and clear that no one was following me and I was away from the cameras. I immediately sat down on the concrete, removed the shirt, placing it back on my body and began to eat. It felt amazing, it was being consumed for the sake of consuming and I was okay with that.

Points So Far

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{Wrath} 100/250,000

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{Envy} 100/250,000

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{Lust} 100/250,000

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{Glutony} 125/250,000
+5 points for each bag of chips consumed.

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{Sloth} 100/250,000

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{Pride} 100/250,000

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{Greed} 100/250,000

[Tsajara Dread]

Pride

It was such a dream. Even at the foot of the altar, she knew that it was something special. She'd never had a dream like this before. For so long in all her tumultuous, incredibly downtrodden life, there had been but one thing that had always held true, she never had very vivid dreams. At least.... she didn't think she did. Staring at the altar before her, she wondered....was she dreaming? As her eyes were drawn to what seemed to be some kind of seat, she spotted them. Two items. They were some sort of shined metal, seeming golen at first but honestly, she sincerely doubted it, they looked too shiny, more like brass she'd guess. And yet.... when her fingers reached out and took hold. It was all...different. Something fdelt right something...complete. In all her life she'd never experienced such a sense of purpose or belonging. And without another thought she took hold of the crown and placed it on her head. She stood tall, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she was filled with a burning sense of purpose and determination, years of nervousness and self-doubt, hiding behind the routine of daily life, afraid of change. It was all....gone.....

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The changes didn't feel real. Everything was smoother, perfect, refined. Those dull hazel hues burned a waspy yellow, and she felt everything about her sleeken, strengthen, become firm. Muscles that were on the edge of withering, onyl barely used enough to maintain the mass she'd gained in highschool simply firmed and defined themselves. Her lack of any fat that had made her stringy and a bit twig-like in earlier life was finally filled in with a very smooth, shapely layer over her muscle, hiding that tone underneath it and giving her a much more full figure. Her bony ass smoothed out, her breasts that had been a bit on the small side swelled with pride and purpose, but without bursting to the level of being a hinderance.  Her arms and legs felt stronger, lighter, better. Everything was just....perfect. 


She awoke with a start, eyes widened as she sat up, her glasses, slightly skewed on her face from having fallen asleep in them, dropped from her face and into her lap. Strangely things were....ok. She looked down at them in her lap, pausing for the briefest of moments, before she simply took them in her hand, and without a thought, crushed them. YES.... This was right. "Huh?" Shittles. She turned, her attention shifting to the girl in bed with her. The hooker she'd hired last night. Before her, she noticed the woman's ees suddenly get very wide, staring at this remade creature before her. "Holy fuck.... talk about beauty sleep." The woman murmured. A brow lifted in response to the utterance. A joke? Somehow she felt....different. She might have laughed before, nervously in an attempt to be pleasant. The woman last night had certainly seemed indifferent to it. That stuttering nervousness. That was all gone now. 
"Get up."

The woman was shocked, staring for a moment as the order was issued. Of course Nira remembered the name the woman had given her. Candi or something. Slowly, getting to her feet, brushing that perfect hair back and tying it into a short, bristly bunch at the back of her head, she smiled at the woman who seemed to be so shocked, even as they were standing up obediently. Good. "Shower." She stated, not asking, not suggesting, telling her what she was going to be doing. With a nod the woman hurried off to the shower, a feint pink to her face. Nira smiled at it, something she would have swooned over nervously at one point. Now it was just....adorable. This pliable little thing that had been taking care of her before. With a soft sigh she made her way over to the courtesan's purse, pulling a small revolver from it and casually emptying the bullets from it, no doubt some sort of security the woman kept with her. With the now unloaded weapon she tossed it off to one end of the room and took the bullets with her as she grabbed a towel from her dresser and made her way after the little woman, as indeed she seemed so much...shorter now. The sound of the shower being turned on was pleasant, her demand had been met it seemed. Thugh as she opened the door she saw the woman just standing there, staring at the shower. Hmm....perhaps not the brightest of gals. 




A few hours later she was driving away from her hotel, the unconscious hooker in the seat beside her as she hummed cheerfully to the song that was playing in her car as she cruised down the road, forefinger lightly tapping on the wheel as she sped down the road, her hair flapping behind her in the wind, the windows open. She considered getting a convertable, it'd be nice to be able to feel the wind when she wanted to~ The soft blare of sirens behind her caught her attention and she glanced in the rear-view mirror, seeing a police cruiser. A smile playing across her lips as she slowed to a stop at the side of the road, parking as she took a moment to wait. After a few moments they walked up to the side of the car, an incredulous look on the police-woman's face as she stepped up to the car, and before they could speak, Nira interrupted them. "I know why you pulled me over. I was speeding. And I have an unconscious slut in my car." She stated, not even turning her head. The woman was....astonished. Staring at the audacity with which Nira was conducting herself. She parked the car, shutting off the engine before speaking commandingly. "Stay" She ordered, as she unclicked her seatbelt, slipping out fo the car as the cop remained still, frozen in place by their own compulsions. Cute. 

Slowly, she reached up, gently grasping the woman by the throat as they simply stared into those bright yellow eyes staring into their own as she took hold of them and began to squeeze, gently, closing off the windpipe. The cop didn't struggle, there would be no bruises. They simply stared, locked in place as slowly they suffocated, eyes twitching as bit by bit the woman's brain began to shut down. The look was intoxicating and a soft giggle escaped from Nira's lips as she leaned in, and gently gave the woman a peck on the cheek as their eyes rolled back and finally they sagged in her grasp. She waited, counting the seconds in her head, before letting the body fall out onto the road, her head canting this way and that as she knelt down and lightly pulled a marker from her pocket, scribbling  on the woman's throat where her hand had, just moments before, squeezed the life out of them, before she hopped back into her car and closed the door, adjusting her mirror before she began to drive off, her radio blaring as she sang along, leaving behind the dead cop with the words "It's hip to be square" written on her neck. 

[Kazura Uzaki]

Maria was sleeping when she woke up. That wasn't too unusual, everyone who sleeps wakes up. But it was still strange for her to wake up in an unfamiliar place with a smokey figure thing telling her that the Lord of Sloth wanted her to be lazy. Lazy was easy, she could do that. She was unemployed, living on her own, her rent check was direct deposit from her disability and unemployment checks. No school, no nothing. She was already about as lazy as she could be, and now she was going to get rewarded for it. She no longer had to eat, could never get fat or age. So when she woke up again, this time in her own bed, she slumped over and went back to sleep.

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Lust

"A-aaaaaaaaaagh! Whose face is this? This isn't my face! Where is my face??" he...she...it screamed as its hands clawed at the face it didn't recognize. It didn't recognize the face it now wore, or the hair, or the rest of its freaking body. Having just awoken from an incredibly odd dream that left its pants wet and sticky, it had gone to change itself when it stumbled across its new appearance in the mirror. "W-whats happened to me...my precious beard is gone..." It cried, pulling on its cheeks. This had to be a dream, it just had to be. There was no way this was real. Shimura, which had to still be its name, backed away from the mirror and began to feel around its body. It didn't feel right, not at all. It was too smooth, too perfect. When it had gone to sleep last night its body had been slightly overweight, not this.

It began to remember that dream, the one that left its underwear all wet when it woke up. From what it could remember there was a statue. A single statute in the form of a woman he could only call perfect. It remembered the stone coming to life, leaping towards it with a laughter dancing in its ears. Before the statue collided with the thing that was once male, it exploded into a cloud smoke. When the smoke came into contact with Shimura it had filled his body with such pleasure, so much so it triggered an ejaculation in his sleep.

It wasn't just that, though, as the harder it remembered it began to recall a voice. Satisfy the desires of others and yourself to gain my favor. Shimura emerged from its bathroom, pacing towards its bed and sitting down. What, exactly, was happening to it? Looking down at the floor, Shimura was trying to put a few things together when it noticed something. Its legs were too close together as it sat. Where was the familiar pressure between its legs? A moment passed as Shimura grinding its thighs together...slowly putting two and two together. It suddenly screeched, ripping off its pajama pants with such force it fell over. "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DICK!?" It screamed, staring with horror at the smooth skin between its legs.

Shimura cried as it rubbed between its legs, trying to feel around for anything at all. Nothing. There was nothing there. No, wait, there was a hole. No, that was its butthole. Okay, so it still had a butt. A butt meant it could poop. But where had its dick gone?? "Where is it where is it?? Oh my god how how how did my dick fall off how the fuck is this happening?? Where is my dick where is my dick?? Maybe it fell off? Wait, no, how is that possible?? Maybe I left it in my other pants! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING??" Shimura screeched, turning his room upside down in his search for his private parts. A pile of manga went flying through the air, dirty laundry soon joining the books. Shimura began crawling beneath his mattress, trying to find it.

"Shimura, are you awake?" Panic. No. Oh god no. Shimura heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. He heard the knock on the door. Shimuras heart was racing at two hundred miles per hour. "MOM DON'T COME IN!!" Shimura screeched, quickly pulling himself from his mattress and throwing a manga at the door in panic. "I heard you screaming, is everything okay?" Shimuras mother asked from the otherside of the door. "I-I stubbed my toe! It caught me by surprise is all!" Shimura shouted back, spinning around and trying to find some clean pair of clothes to put on. He should have done his damn laundry.

Spotting a pair of, seemingly, clean briefs he dived for them. "Well, why can't I come in?" Damn it woman go away. "I-I'm not decent right now! I just got done pooping!!" Shimura replied, finding a pair of jeans and throwing them on. "Shimura, you're acting strange. Are you on the marijuana again?" Wait, what? When did he ever do the marijuana? And who pronounced it like that anyway? "What? No?" Shimura responded, right when the door opened. Shimura screeched, turning around and facing his mother who was giving him a rather strange look.

Looking at her, though, something clicked inside Shimuras head. Lonely. Husband where the words that filled his head, causing confusion in the male-sorta-kinda-alien-thing. Shimuras Mother was giving him a surprised look, then had tears streaming down her eyes. "Honey....you've come back" Wait, what? Shimura noticed something in the mirror to his right. Turning his head slightly he looked at himself, jaw dropping as he did so. Dad? Shimura was no longer looking at what he thought was himself, but at a reflection of his father. But, that was impossible, Dad was still out on the boat fishing. He'd been gone for over a month now hunting for crab.

"Honey, you're back! I've missed you so much!" Mother announced, approaching Shimura rather rapidly. Shimura had no time to react before his own mother pressed her lips into his. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi. He screamed. He screamed so hard and so loud his mother fell back. Shimura screamed as he fell back, covering his mouth and in a series of tremors. "Y-Y-You k-kissed m-me?? W-why did y-you..." His mother simply smiled, crawling towards Shimura with a look on her face she had never given her son. "Being on that boat must have made you forget a couple things. Well, let's get to relearning them, shall we?" She whispered, placing her hand on Shimuras prominent bulge. Wait, his what?

WHY DO I HAVE AN ERECTION!? Shimura mentally screamed, followed by a physical scream as he shoved his mother down and ran past her. Flying down the stairs he didn't grab the doorhandle in time, so his face met the wood for a split second. "Gah, fuck!" He grumbled in pain, opening the door properly this time and quickly fleeing from his obviously ill mother. What the fucking hell was going on?

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[Katekarin Mekatoku]

[ooc] Still waiting on intro from Wrath and envy.

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Lust

As Shimuar ran out the door, it was blatantly clear. He knew EVERYTHING. Their deepest desires, their wishes, no matter how depraved and repressed it was, he knew what everyone wanted. What they secretly wished for at night and he knew how to do it. That is what the thoughts filled into his head, every person he met, every man and woman he saw walking up and down his street. He knew what they wanted. What did he do?

Gluttony

[I'll post mine after I post everyone elses]

Sloth

For Maria, everything was as is. It was just that time seemed to dilate without her control. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours. Everything around her very being seemed to have came to a quick pace. Soon the phone would ring, work could be calling, a knock on the door, someone could be visiting. Everything felt the same yet she felt so lazy and so tired. And as a result of this laziness, she was gaining power.

Pride

Continue with your day. We will see what you do next.

Greed

"What is going to happen now?" the woman would enter the home, taking note of the kind of lifestyle her boss currently lived. "Well. You are going to collect and use money any way you see fit. Just let me know what you want to do with your money and I will do as you wish." she sat onto the floor and stared at her boss. "There is almost nothing that is capable of stopping me from performing what you want. Whether it is assassinating the president, or a senator, to a simple sandwich. Of course. I'l have to take the appropriate payment for said job."


Points So Far

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{Wrath} 100/25,000

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{Envy} 100/25,000

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{Lust} 200/25,000

+100 for fulfilling a deep desire

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{Glutony} 125/25,000

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{Sloth} 1,100/25,000

+1,000 for doing nothing.

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{Pride} 200/25,000
+100 for one new follower

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{Greed} 100/25,000

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

[OOC] Updated. You need 25,000 to Get more power. There isnt any "limit" to how many actions you can do. So... Go Nuts? Like I said. Its meant to give us the ability to do what we would normally do if we had these things. So just dont go too crazy, but have fun with it. I'll be putting obstacles and situations as we go.

[Jo Veil]

I grumble as I wake up, mostly shrugging off the dream. The hollow feeling is probably depression, again. Then it's off to the day as normal, which mostly consists of me watching stand-up comedians on Netflix until it's time to go to anatomy class. Well, except the stand-up is going to be interrupted by having to go off to work. Specifically, housecleaning on behalf of an elderly couple.

"I'd love to just be able to get payed to make jokes. I mean, I could be just as funny as someone like Patton Oswalt."