Tacticians. Robin meets Liselle. (Fin)

Prank (52)

Liselle saw him spacing out before she decided to take advantage of him to...draw a mustache on him with a red slime marker at super speed before he can mentally recover. "Next time your mind goes into lala land, I am making a bow on your head." It is hard to tell if she is being serious or not.

Robin (8.5). Now has a cherry-stashe. XD
Liselle (21.5).

"..." Did she really just? His tongue poked at the mustache, relishing at the cherry taste, before he said one thing.

"Nosferatu."

And again, the shadowy tendrils shot forward, draining a bit of Liselle's energy.

(Nosferatu. 22. 2 Durability remaining.)

Slippery when Wet (34). Robin is prone.
Robin needs 1/1 successful roll to get up.

Liselle was a bit too close to avoid the Nosferatu and ended up getting stabbed by the shady straw. Fortunate she wan't incapacipated from the life drain as before. Seeing that she is already close, she melt down to a puddle and sweep him off of his feet again. Though he tried his best to keep his balance, Liselle's slippery body ultimately overcomes his balance and he falls a few feet away from her. Immediately she starts to converge on him.

Robin (9.5).
Liselle (20.5).

(53)

Okay...She managed to get him on the ground...And she was coming closer. Slowly, he attempted to move and get up, before falling once more. He was unable to get a good footing. "Bring..Bring it on!"

Engulf (auto-hit)

Liselle-puddle giggles at his bravado while he is in the worst situation against her...Aaand it's Robin Roll time again! He finds himself in a familiar, slippery, and warm embrace of her slime once more, sliding and shifting against him. She forms up next to him and casually leans against his wrapped-up form with a playful mischievous grin. "Welcome back!~♪"

Robin Roll (7.5).
Liselle (20.5).

Robin was wrapped up, a grunt escaping him as he looked over at her. "Ah..Hello. What can I help you with?"

She continues to lean against him drawing a bit close while reposition herself that she is close in front of him, leaning on his chest, her face inches from his. "I just want a nice Robin burrito with a bit of cherry sauce. Can you oblige with that?"

A blush made it's way to his face. "I..suppose. What's the harm in it, right?" Slowly, he tried to lean forward.

She meets Robin halfway before she gives him a few light teasing kisses, a light smack sound afterward in a few light kisses before the next lingers longer, keeping her lips pressed against his longer, inviting him to play with her in between.

Robin Roll (3.5).

As Robin kissed her back, he felt his eyes beginning to close as he drowned in the pleasant sensations once more. Slowly, he parted his lips, his hands twitching every now and then as he fell under her spell.

After a long kiss, she finally parted from his lips before gazing into his eyes for a moment to see how he is faring.

Robin had a goofy smile, a bright blush on his face. "That...That was amazing....I guess I lost, eh?"

"Yeah pretty much. For many other midaras, you either end up as their thrall love slave." Her voice shift to a more serious one making it clear even through his dumbstruck state. "But some of them with enchant you enough that you are compliant until they life drain you away."

"Ah...G-Good to know." Robin sighed, wishing he could rub his forehead. He seemed to be snapping out of it. "I am...not proud of my level of skill at this point."

"Your arcfire spell seems to be pretty decent. Kind of charred up pieces of me, and you got a few hits on me with that giant stra- I mean Nosferatu. It is just that you were spending too much time with the thunder tome when I kept forcing you to lose the charges." She gestures to the aforementioned tome. "Until we see the alchemist, you may want to keep that tome stored for now."

"Fine...But if I wanted to,I could have blasted you with Elwind. I question how you would have been able to handle wind." A sigh. "So now what?"

"Wind elemental spell. Never encountered that before. I am guessing it would be moderately effective better than swords but not as good as fire." She snickers a bit as he asked her what to do next. "You forgot what I said about the alchemist did I? Do I need to kiss you to remind you?" Half-teasing, half mischief. All Liselle mind screw. By now the addiction that she gave him is starting to fade but not the vivid memory of her taste.

"Heh..You're more than welcome to. At this point, I'd rather just kick back and relax..." Robin let out a sigh, resting his head back. "At least for a bit."

She nods before she settles down on her own puddle. "I think I said that I was going to tell you a bit about midaras, if I recalled."

"You were. If you want, I can tell you anything you want about my world. It seems only fair."

Liselle props her arms behind her, her hands merging with the puddle underneath her as well as her rear. Apparently this is how slime girls relaxes. "So a bit of a summary: Midaras are a group of races of beautiful women that uses their charms, appeal, and/or magic to make people fall for them. Many of them has modicum of sex appeal and magic combined to accomplish this but there are enough varieties of how they can do this."

The tactician sat up, his expression serious as he took in all the data available to him. This information would be crucial for him if he wanted to survive in the fights he was probably going to end up getting in. "I see....That explains your fighting style. No weapons or anything."

"Oh a bit of that. I am a bit unusual for a midara that I am not really interested in bringing someone on their knees since I prefer having people with their mind intact. Plus I mostly use my flexible nature to get rather than blowing kisses or stuff. And I actually do have weapons just in case there is something that my slime cannot affect. So don't use me as a template of what a midara is suppose to be." She grins briefly.

"I see, I see....So, what would you have done if our spar was an actual fight, and you managed to defeat me? I'm curious." That was it. There was no embarrassment when he asked it. Just pure morbid curiosity.

"Depends on why are you actually fighting me rather than just a friendly fight. I don't have a single solution to every problem. Midaras are generally feared by people though and if someone tried to hunt me...actually I don't even fight, I just use a lot of trickery like playing dead after getting chopped or even just stealth myself fight."

She taps her head with her finger with a bright smile. "Don't want to brag but I pride myself in using my head to puzzle my way through most situations."