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December 26, 2012 08:16AM
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The Captain and the Moon Boy

Players:
DarksiedTheLegend
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar:- The statue, that gave off a strange glow, though its exterior was weathered from the years. Like a Mother, that knelt with arms outstretched, to welcome a child home. For she was presented, as an object would be drawn too. Course, Raven was set a task. To take the goblet, and fill it from the lake. First and foremost, this was her mission, and she could not look back, even though, the sound of one coming from behind her, niggled at her. Raven lifted each foot high, as she pushed on through the mist covered waters of the lake. For some reason, she felt in her heart, like the statue was bringing her in. Welcoming and warm. Like a Mother. Raven even thought of her own for a moment. Taru. The mother she barely knew. As one of two hundred, it is easy to miss out on the one to one contact that a child needs. In fact, she could not remember the last time that her own Mother held her. No…free her mind of her Mother. The mission, don’t look back. Up and out of the waters, she reached the statue, and heard the trance like singing. (Statue)”Listen, my child,……..Be not afraid…………Answer my call, and I’ll set you free” But it was not freedom that Raven sought. But understanding of what she had within her. As Raven reached out for the goblet, she would hear the growl that came from nearby on the same bank. Swallowing hard, she took the goblet, and then with head bowed, she made her way back to the shallow lake edge, near the statue, and filled it with the waters as she was instructed. ~Do not look back.~ Eyes to the ground, she turned and headed back to the statue, where there would be a bowl. She tipped the contents into the bowl, pouring it so it splashed just up the sides. Raven would make this same trek a few times over, till the bowl was full of water from the lake. Raven would go for the final time, and fill the goblet, approaching the statue. Slowly she moved her mask up enough, to sip from the goblet, drinking some of the water, and then setting the goblet back on the statue’s hand. At this point she stopped, for she knew. She was being watched. <3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -The sounds of growling were ever so clear each time Raven went back to the lake edge but every time she went back to the bowl would the growling stop but for some reason it felt like every time she turned her back to the lake as if an out stretched hand was just about to touch her…to grab her…to take her away. But once she had turned around from the bowl that strange feeling would dissipate but when she made that final trek that presence was ever so strong but it stopped when she drank from the goblet that was the moment when the creatures moved back to hide within the smoke and fog as if to avoid her sight but then after she had finished drinking she could hear a voice calling out to her –(?)”Raven……” –It was at that moment the color in the bowl changed color to a color that only Raven could see but the voice got louder-(?)….Raven…. –If she tried to turn to face the where the voice was coming from she wouldn’t be able to see anything but if she turned her attention back to the bowl she would notice that there was a swirling vortex just next to the bowl and this vortex showed the missing eleven children, Sora and finally Taru right there in the vortex as the group was running to the spire of Arachne but what will Raven chose will she continue her quest or will she decide to go home? Whatever choice she decides to make the three creatures awaits to see what Raven will do.-

CharlotteCarrendar:- Ever get that feeling, like a tingling that runs through your entire body. A shiver, that is like someone is walking across your grave, or touching your very soul. That growl sound. It didn’t dissipate. Raven’s heart pounded in her chest, for each time she turned, the hair on the back of her neck stood on its end. Keep strong. Keep going. Raven couldn’t turn back even if she wanted too. Dogged and determined. Raven felt like so much was riding on her passing this test. The final moment, she took a sip from the waters of the lake,and then place the goblet back in the hand of the statue. That task was now complete. But she could not look back. Nervously, she fidgeted with her mask, as she slipped it back in place and made it secure. The growling stopped. The tense feelings, seemed to relax, as though her drinking the waters appeased whatever it was that sought her out. (?)”Raven……” A voice, not known to her, was calling her name. Who could it be? Who else knew she was there, or even who she was. It was then the waters of the bowl, began to swirl and change colour. From the crystal water of the lake, it turned black. Raven held her breath in her lungs, holding it. Eyes not leaving the waters, as she could sense some foreboding of what was to come. It was then she witnessed the makings of a votex. But inside it, she could see, her siblings, her uncle…and her Mother, Taru. Raven started to reach out, she could see them running, heading back to the spire of Arachne. Home. She could go home, and forget all this. “Momma..” she cried. Temptation tore at her. What to do? She wanted to go home, but …..then she remembered. Baldrick, her grandfather. He could not even get employ here, for he would be recognised immediately and then carted off by the Butcher’s men. God knows what they would do to him. No one was more sympathetic to her family then he. Raven drew her fist back up and held it before the mouth slot on her mask. Raven had more responsibility to remain here, in this world and find out the truth of the black, and protect her cousin and Grandfather. So much on someone so young. Rotal’s words rang in her ears. “Stay strong.” Raven lowered her arm and then bowed her head before the statue. “I remain in this nation, my job is not yet done.” Raven then turned back to the lake for the final crossing, back to the trio of brothers.

DarksiedtheLegend: -Oddly the trek back to the brothers was quicker than the trek to the lake bank with the statue but as Raven got closer to the bank she could see that there was already someone else in front of her and it appears to be a teenager boy and he seemed to be dressed in a torn shirt with the symbol of the moon on its back, black jeans and boots and he seems to be walking faster than her as the teenager vanished into the fog. As she would eventually reach the other side of the lake to see that it was night time and two of the brothers were present, the one known as Executioner seemed to surrounded with various pieces of wooden sculptures and he seemed to be cutting a piece of wood to make another sculpture not even noticing Raven but it was the other brother Seer that noticed Raven as he was busy staring into a crystal ball as he spoke to Raven while still looking into the crystal ball-(Seer)”Young Raven, you have returned finally. We had been waiting for you quite some time now…So it seems you succeeded Raven…Now what was the color in the bowl young Raven?….” –Seer would now stand up and approach Raven while Executioner would be putting down his carving knife and pick up his axe and before young Raven could even had a chance to call out or Rotal would she notice that Jester came out from the forest and cleaning his dagger on his sleeve and the dagger seemed to have blood on it. Back at Nemaeus in Lorewall at a newly acquired news broadcasting tower would a man dressed in a business suit and wearing a silver helmet stopped on his tracks in the building as he removed from his pocket a vibrating cell phone as the man turned his cell phone-(Silver)”This is Silver, speak to me.” –As the person on the other line would respond-(Nicky)”Silver, Nicky here. I am just calling to hear about how the development of the news station.” (Silver)”Ahh Nicky the news station is great, I have instructed some of the Telsa Teknos to begin placing hidden gun placements and turrents at certain corridors and stair case as well as to start secure the phone lines so that all calls are encrypted and some of them had begun making upgrades to the generators in the building while I complained that such upgrades might cause some short outs for awhile they say they could do it in a day that is without rest of course. While other members had begunplacing heat sensors, metal detectors, infrared scanners and also the usual motion detectors.” (Nicky)”………You are an idiot, I was meaning more on terms of employees and safety zones in the building. We bought that news station so that we could use it for our own needs and even to use it broadcast our music and to be finally recognized in the music business as an authenticated music producer not as…. MILITARY INSTALLATION FACILITY!!!” (Silver)”You don’t have to shout darling…Don’t worry I..I…I got some employees for the music room and the news room and yes I did not put them in the same floor and I have sound proofed the music room…ummm in fact I am going to an interview to get out first music group to see if they would sign with us…How’s that dear?” (Nicky)”You better not be pulling my leg…Okay some of our mecha boys had finished production on the prototype Jaegar or J001 is functional…also the Buzzsaw team has gotten Buzzsaw back on his feet, he is really trying hard to adapt to those rocket booster attachments on his legs…but the Buzzsaw team is still saying that the saws need an upgrade while it may be able to cut through the armor of the local armies and especially those walking human tin cans…well at least empty human tin cans. They are saying it takes him thirty seconds to cut through those armors they are complaining they want to go faster but though they agree that Buzzsaw saw’s are more suited to dealing with tank armor…maybe we should consider making Buzzsaw more anti-tank than anti-heavy infantry. ” (Silver)”We can’t so that as long as Buzzsaw is still alive in that cybernetic upgrade he will never agree to attacking tanks…he prefers splattering guts rather than oil…find a way to make him more efficient… call on Sand if we must…someone in the Fuyu no arashi military research team should be able to have spare weapons that could help increase Buzzsaw’s effectiveness on those military dogs in Lorewall…you know those heavy armored soldiers…someone got to have a better weapon to deal with them… Ok darling I got to go and take care.” (Nicky)”Bye Silver.” –As Silver turned off his phone would he go back to his office and began to look at various resumes and contracts while his crew of Telsa Teknos gang members are busy fixing up the building.-

CharlotteCarrendar: – Raven had known she was not alone in the waters of that Lake. She had heard the steps, but had no idea who or what it was that made the sound. Raven was instructed not to look back, and did all she could to obey this instruction. Course, she would come to see, who she thought was following her. A teenage boy, with a black shirt, that had the symbol of the moon. Torn, tattered, much like what she wore, prior to having the cleansing bath. Raven wanted to call out to the mystery teen, but no sooner had she got a good look at the back of him, he would vanish into the rolling mists of the lake. Was he simply a figment of her imagination, or was he real? Raven felt the urgency to hurry back to the trio of brothers, that would be waiting for her. The young bebilith wanted so badly to pass this test, that she was trudging through the waters, stirring up waves that heaved against the shore line. Coming to the shore, she would be met by Seer, as the Executioner had been whittling statues, out of wood. She must have been gone for much longer than she had realised. -(Seer)”Young Raven, you have returned finally. We had been waiting for you quite some time now…So it seems you succeeded Raven…Now what was the color in the bowl young Raven?. Raven nodded, and then said exactly what she saw. “The waters of the bowl turned to black, and I saw the vortex open. My family were in the vortex. My Mother, Uncle, siblings. All heading home.”- It pained her greatly to have to walk away from that one chance, to go home. “I have only started my testing, and I am not about to take a short route, and escape. My Grandfather and cousin remain, and I must help them. I won’t leave them behind.” Raven watched, as the Jester came out of the woods, brandishing a dagger, that he was cleaning blood off. The Executioner picked up an axe, and Raven didn’t know, if this mean trouble for her or not. She had done what they asked, she had completed this test, and she wanted to continue. But would they let her? And whose blood was on the dagger? Raven adjusted her mask, so it sat true. “Please tell me, what it is I must do next. <3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -If only she had remembered what the Jester said about the incorrect color might cause her to fail but how could she have known that the color black was sign of the inevitable answer that only Seer had the courage to say it to her-(Seer)”Poor poor girl, you have failed and the thing you must do….is die.” –At this motion would Executioner raised his axe up over his head and had intended to bring it down to the skull of Raven but at the same time it was Seer that put his
arm in front of Executioner to which Executioner looked towards Seer only for Seer to reply-(Seer)”No no…We won’t get any notches on our belt for killing one so young from the clan of Darkness.” (Jester)”You mean I didn’t need to kill that man?” (Seer)”I don’t believe I could have said anything that would have stopped you from killing him but I don’t believed you succeed in finishing him.” –At this motion would Rotal appear from behind Raven to snatch her up and disappear from the brothers sight at the sudden appearance of Rotal and his disappearance would Jester say to his brother-(Jester)”Impossible….I killed him….I slit his throat and felt his life taken away..” (Seer)”You fool what does the clan that Rotal comes from specialize in?” (Jester)”Linguistics?” (Seer)”Deception.” –At another part of the forest would Rotal and Raven appear as Rotal let Raven go before falling to his knees as he breathes hard before speaking to Raven-(Rotal)”Who told you to tell them your color?…Don’t you of all people know what they are? Or even the history between the clans of fire and darkness?” –In Nemaeus specifically of the coast of the Frozen sea a great ship is anchored there and a captain is fishing-(Captain Nighabi)”Yo yo a bottle of rum would be good but I would take a strong taste of scotch any day….Ahh not another boot why can’t I catch a single fish around here?” –The first mate would wake up and proceed to the captains quarters only to notice the captain fishing –(First mate)”Umm Captain why are you fishing?” (Captain Nighabi)”Cause I want to catch me some breakfast but so far I only get boots and a hundred pairs of them.” (First mate)”Captain that’s not what I…” (Captain Nighabi)”I mean seriously what are those land lubbers doing polluting their seas and losing a hundred pairs of boots who does that?” (First mate)”Umm Captain I was meaning why are you fishing when we got nets ready and catching fish, we even got cages to catch crabs and lobsters when the season is right…we even have meat and fruit in the kitchen ready to be made into food…We even have fish breeding farms…I still don’t get why you have to fish when it is completely unnecessary.” (Captain Nighabi)”That’s why you are first mate and not Captain. You don’t understand the need to relax and think. From all the news channels we picked up we know there is a war brewing inland which means fish sales would go down eventually…We even know that pirates may arise and so we stock pile weapons just in case but every so often you got to learn to go with the flow.” (First mate)”But Captain don’t we sail under the good jolly roger lag and are pirates ourselves.”(Captain Nighabi)”What’s your point?” (First mate)”Don’t you think the land lubbers would shoot at us?” (Captain Nighabi)”No me hardy…Land lubbers are stupid, all we go to do is change our flags and paint the boat name different and they think we are different ship.” (First mate)”Do you think they will catch on?” (Captain Nighabi)”If they do it won’t be in my life time ha ha ha ha ha” (First mate)”You are the captain.”



Clan of Darkness.

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December 27, 2012 08:30AM
Roleplay Live : Group : The Carrendar DynastyDead Nation

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Clan of Darkness

Players:

DarksiedTheLegend
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar:- Dazed and bewildered by Rotal and her sudden departure from the banks of the lake, to their arrival in the forest, Raven was in shock to see that Rotal had been injured by the Brother; Jester. “I failed….but I said what I saw. The water in the bowl turned black, Rotal.”- Seeing Rotal on his knees, struggling to breathe and obviously in pain, she went to place her hand on his neck, to see if he indeed had his throat cut. “Why did they try to kill you? The Executioner, he wanted to kill me.” Thousands of questions now raced through her mind. They spoke of the clan of Darkness. Was that what she was a member of? Everything all happened so fast, and now she wanted to know what the growling was near the statue. Why the Statue sang to her? Why she could see the vortex, showing her Mother, Uncle and siblings? Temptations; to lead her from her chosen path. Raven did everything she was told too, but above all, she obeyed Rotal first and foremost. Looking to Rotal’s eyes, searching for answers, it finally dawned on her, that she may not ever be able to go back to the tunnel village of Rider. “The brothers want me dead now. If I go back, they will harm my Grandfather…my cousin Paige…and Rider.” -Raven was trying to hold it all together. But she was now looking on at Rotel, wondering if he was going to be alright. “We must tell the Masters. Where are they?”<3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -Rotal would breathe deeply first before explaining to Raven what he thought of the situation-(Rotal)”You didn’t need to tell them what color you saw, it was just important that they know you saw a color…Wait did they say something like you have to tell them?….Maybe they were trying to thin the herd or something like…I am going to guess you have no idea about the masked beings history…I wouldn’t blame you the masked clans have done everything to remain a secret but I guess since they tried to attack you, that you must be a part of the darkness clan…well lets skip the boring origin story that would be repeated over and over again…sometime ago when this planet was different you full of life and what not and stuck in the medieval times too…There was this usual tournament that various clans participated in at the time a being that my master called Deep Red won this tournament…that’s when he started to commit taboos, you see Deep Red wasn’t satisfied with his win in the tournament he wanted to prove that his clan is the strongest and toughest of the other clans so he challenged every creature under the sun from humans to Dragons but that wasn’t enough after all those victories it didn’t satisfied him so he commit that taboo…summoning demons using live sacrifices…My master speculated that Deep Red had summoned too many demons and had thought this might be disputed that Deep Red succeed in slaying those demons…That is when the council put their foot down, Deep Red crossed the line literally so the council elected the clan of darkness to carry out the council judgment, at the time the clan of darkness was strong and plentiful so they were elected naturally that is when the clan of darkness was successful in disbanding the clan of fire and banishing the creature known as Deep Red into a dimensional prison…But because the clan of fire members were forced to disband many of their members hold a deep grudge against the clan of darkness. While grudges would end with the killing of those who had forced the disbandment of the clan of fire but the clan of fire grudge runs deep and won’t stop until the clan of darkness is forced into either extinction or disbandment…But its rather rare to find members of the clan of fire who still holds that grudge…As for those who are actually members of the clan of fire well they are crazy in a way but also crazy strong…While they might be crazy they prefer to fight strong opponents because well quite frankly crushing an insect is not the same as taking out a fully capable and strong opponent is another thing entirely while they would try to bring you out of hiding they wouldn’t dare to blatantly a non member of the mask clan. The masters wouldn’t care much of this grudge…to them this is just a minor affair that would resolve itself eventually they are more interested in reinforcing their laws and doctrines ever heard the saying we are all humble servants of the one True Sied so I believe they would just consider this part of some master plan…besides the masters only cared about their laws, doctrines, and those who would dare break one of their taboos and or sometimes the fear of being discovered…Why else would the man known as Darksied take the meeting hall? ”

CharlotteCarrendar:- All Raven knew of the masks, was that they were to be worn down in the tunnels, to hide their identities from the men of the Butcher. Raven also knew that each mask was significant, for a reason, to do with registrations. But, she had no true understanding of the importance of the masks, to the Masters, nor did she know of the Masked societies, in either Nemaues, or Lacardis. It was just something she had never been taught. Her own mask was special, for reasons that were yet to come to light. Keeping her hand on Rotal’s neck, in case he was bleeding severely, she listened to a quick version of the history of the clans. And in particular, the one known as Darksied, and The True sied. Eyes of black pierced through the small holes of her own mask, as Rotal told the history, which enlightened the young bebilith. The warrior and champion known as Deep Red, who was exiled for his calling of many champions to face him, for his never ending lust to prove himself, to all all that he was the greatest that had ever been. In Raven’s minds mind eye, she tried to imagine, what he looked like, how he presented himself before battle. Fierce, and intimidating. A juggernaught, who was virtually unstoppable. But up would rise the Clan of darkness, set by the Master, to bring down the clan of fire, and thus send Deep Red into a dimensional prison, thus ending his reign to bring in all manner of creatures to fight. Raven felt a knot building in her chest, when she realised that the members of the clan of fire, though disbanded, would continue to hold a grudge to this day, against those that were of the clan of darkness. “So there is no point telling the Masters of the brother’s actions? They won’t do anything.”- Raven stepped back, wiping her own hands together. At this point, she simply didn’t know what to do, or where to go.<3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -Rotal would simply responded to Ravens’ question-(Rotal)”That is correct but I doubt that they would try to harm you now and I don’t think they would attempt attacking you family…that is unless they are strong.- Rotal would get back to his feet as he would then rub his neck a few times before saying out loud-(Rotal)”It’s odd that they haven’t attempted to attack the Butcher if rumors are true he is the strongest in the lands…That is unless the three brothers are planning something…We should be heading to the portal, you have been gone for some time now I think it was about fourteen days or so.” –As Rotal would begin walking back to the forest in an attempt to find a way back to the first portal that brought them to the sacred garden while avoid the three brothers. While somewhere in the underworld of Nemaeus a teenager dressed in a torn shirt with the symbol of the moon on its back, black jeans, boots and a mask was running through the tunnels, as he jumped over some pipes and traveling through the various tunnels before entering a second portal and appearing in the grassy fields of the city beneath Nixagris as the teenager would walk through the fields before stopping and noticing a man covered from head to toe in a black robe as the teenager just gave a nod to the man in black robes would the man respond with simply by showing his metal gauntlet arm and tapping on it twice to which the teenage nodded back before running into the city beneath Nixagris as the teenager made his way into the city would he pass two men, one dressed in black robes and the other dressed in a brown trench coat, pants and a helmet as the teenager passed these two men, the one with the helmet as if the man was staring at the boy in that second as the two would move away from each other while the teenager ran into the city the man in the helmet stood there staring at the teenager before shaking his head and continuing his walk with the man in the black robes as the two men would then meet the other man in black robes as to which the man in the helmet spoke first-(Digger)”Mute I need your help…I need to find a way back into the other world.” –At which the man in black robes and had metal gauntlets begin tapping on his gauntlets as the other man in the black robes spoke-(Rat King)”No I don’t believe it’s another hallucination or bad dream this time Mute, I believe Digger might have heard a telepathic conversation but by what I ain’t sure…and yes I know Mute that there is got to be a thousand reasons that could point otherwise and yet Digger’s reasoning might be one of the more unusual ones but it’s a possibility.” (Digger)”Can you help me get back there?” –At the question of Shovel would Mute begin tapping away on his own gauntlet before Shovel spoke-(Digger)”I understand the ramifications of it but what if there is something at the other world or even if it still exists….I want to know,” –As Digger finished his statement would Mute begin tapping away again-(Digger)”You can’t do it……wait what you mean not today?…….What you mean you helped someone else go to the sacred garden?…..What favor?” –Now at the same time but at Lorewall Slums at Rose’s Mansion would Lin enter Madame Rose’s room as she is dressing herself up behind a wooden dressing screen as Lin spoke to Rose while she is changing-(Lin)”Madame I don’t mean to pry but are you sure it is wise to send the boy to your grandmothers training dojo?” (Rose)”He has reached the age necessary for one to take the trials.” (Lin)”Are you sure that was wise? We could have easily have hidden him from that may come.” (Rose)”My grandfather never knew about the autocracies the Fuyu no arashi clan committed in order to eliminate the traces of my grandmothers clan but when he found out, it hit him worse than anyone when he realized the truth and in a way he tried to repent by asking forgiveness and oddly grandmother’s clan forgave him even though grandfather did nothing wrong…This is our way of helping grandmother’s clan when it is at its nearing its end…You remembered what that lieutenant said right?” (Lin)”Yes I remember but why was he eager to help us?” (Rose)”He might not look it but he is a part of grandmother’s clan just not in her clan.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Raven watched Rotal get to his feet, still concerned that he may be bleeding from the attack. Rotal’s words, that the trio of brothers would not try to attack her now, did not exactly rest well with her. They knew what she was, even if she didn’t completely understand herself. Her hopes that the test would give her an insight into her true purpose were for naught. Rotal, went on to say how he was surprised that they had not tried to take on the Butcher, for he was indeed the strongest in the world of tunnels. They may be holding off for a reason, but for what? Rotal started to make his way back to the forest, to find the original portal that he brought her through to do this testing. Raven would follow after him, but not before she said. “I saw someone, in the mist of the lake. A boy, with a tattered shirt, and he had on his back the shape of a moon. He then vanished into the swirling mists, but I wonder if he was real or some sort of hallucination,” Did Rotal see the teenager too? It made no difference at this point, for the choice was made that she go back, after being missing for fourteen days. Raven still had a lot of unanswered questions, that she desperately wanted answers too, but knew that Rotal would not providing easily, and even if he did, there was a wide chasm, between this reality and the next.<3>


Ready to Hatch.

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January 03, 2013 06:20AM
Roleplay Live: Group : The Carrendar DynastyDead Nation

Ready to hatch

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Players:
DarksiedtheLegend
CharlotteCarrendar
TormentedPerfection

DarksiedtheLegend: -The Duergar ponder about Z use of words especially that he wanted to be left alone as the Duergar thought this was a funny concept as Z pushed his hand deeper into the armor as the Duergar just smiled at the notion even asking for it but it was those words that made the Duergar laughed in front of Z for the thought of bar being a placed to be left alone…a bar of all place..a bar that most would visit as the local drinking pool of the community this very place where most flock and no one is given any sort of privacy cause there tends to be one or two drunks that would provoke other and this Duergar was no exception to that as he is known to joke around with every sort of person that drinks in this bar and when Z gave one more insult before removing his hand as Z made a declaration to the Duergar who was clearly drunk thus the reason he didn’t scream in pain but instead laughed and as soon as Z left the bar would the Duergar make his move to go to the corner of the room where unbeknowest to Z at the time was a being just sitting behind the table as the Duergar spoke to the being hidden in the shadows-(?)”It’s as you said sir, he has some strength but I believe he might be holding back though he did shatter my bone…A rare few can survive touching my cursed armor which cause some a great deal of pain over time it hurts anyone who dares touch it but not the one who wears it…Time will pass as he get slow bits of pain from cramps to legs falling asleep until eventually he loses control of his own bowels and certain body parts, if he survives through that he might be lucky enough to live a life restricted to a chair or bed whichever he gets to first…it’s a good thing I got a psychic friend to help me put this thing on and off so can I have something for my troubles?” –At that motion did the being hidden in the shadow tossed a bag full of gold coins onto the table to which the Duergar with his working arm grabbed and opened the bag to see it filled to the brim with gold coins to which he responded-(?)”You are all too kind sir to someone as small as me…can you oblige this small fellow with an answer…. Why are you picking on a giant like him?” –To which the being hidden in the shadows spoke up from beneath his black armor in an almost a breathless man-(Sheriff)”All outsiders must learn that the Butcher is the law now…No one is above the Butcher not even if the fallen Lorelei Carrendar were to rise up again would she be forced to be beneath the Butcher..I will ensure that even if she did rise he will remain in power and she doesn’t steal anything from the Butcher…Not even if the royal nobles were to sprout back up, they will be forced to understand that Butcher is the new leader…All must understand that the Butcher is the law…Now go and find a healer….You reek of alcohol” –The Duergar bowed to the being in black armor as he rushed off into town to find the local healer while back at Rider’s house would Rider be tossing and turning until she woke up unable to fall asleep and gasping for breath as she can’t believe some of her dreams well one was a nightmare where Butcher and his men burned her entire house to the ground with her in it and especially the dream where the Butcher himself was at her door and waited for Rider to open the door before saying to Rider that he was her father…Rider can’t believe the ridiculousness of that dream as Rider found it more and more so difficult to go back to sleep after seeing that scene and wished it was just a dream and that Butcher wasn’t out there right now as she tip toed across the room to check on her door and relieved that the Butcher or any of his men were not at her door waiting for her. Rider seemed to have stopped attempting to go to sleep altogether as she feared that she might have another crazy dream and instead decided to sit on her bed and think what all these dreams actually mean. While in the Spire of Arachne a rat was watching the event of Taru’s speech-(Taru) “My kin…my children. Long have we lived in the shadow of the Matriarch. It has brought us nothing but pain and destruction. The humans in their wisdom chose to rely on the Captain….and look at what has become of our world. The men from the stars, the Astartes have landed. AND THEY SEEK TO HARM THE CHAOS AND DEMON. While they all fight for the surface, we must take back the underworld. And it starts….HERE!” –As the rat listened to this speech and waited for its end did it started to return back to the sewers before seeing a being dressed in military boots, fatigues, green trench coat, and a gas mask, the being looked to the rat before saying to it-(?)”Shouldn’t you be going back to your master?” Well send him a message…The Zero faction has returned and yes the Malathos Point Genocide never happened. Now go back to your master. –The rat just squeaked before running into the sewers as it passed my tunnels before meeting with another rat and telling it what it saw as that rat then passed the information to another rat and to another rat until a rat eventual arrived at the home of a sewer dweller and this rat was dressed in a black robe as it started squeaking until the man in front of it pointed out obvious which so happens that the being was dressed in many bandages and wore a black robe-(Rat king)”Is this some kind of joke? You don’t need to wear that when you come to me, people will get this crazy idea that I can change into a rat…Hmm so another bebilith wishes to take the underworld back…but which one is she talking about? Bad enough that there are monsters down here now the bebiliths wish to attempt to take it….I don’t know what I find more troubling the fact that a bebilith might attack us, or the fact that the Zero faction is alive and well but I think the most troubling fact is that you even have a robe….Most troubling indeed.”

CharlotteCarrendar:- Raven couldn’t sleep. Her mind alive with all that had happened in the secret garden, the boy with the moon jacket, and the fact she had failed according to the trio of Brothers. Pushing herself up to sitting, she couldn’t help but notice that Rider was also unable to sleep. Clearly, she was also upset by something; nightmares perhaps. At this point in time, it seemed that misery enjoyed company, and so she got up off the floor and wandered over to sit beside Rider, as she sat on the edge of her cot. Holding the mask in her hands, turning it over sub consciously, she turned her head just enough, to peer through her crimson locks, at Rider, with a worried expression. “Rider…I don’t have the best of news. Things didn’t go well with Rotal and the brothers. In fact, they not only tried to kill Rotal, they also tried to kill me, when they said I was part of the clan of darkness. “- she would mumble under her breath- “Whatever that is.” Turning over the mask in her hands again, her thumbs stroked the enamel edge, as she tried to find how to explain the turn of events. “I failed in getting a job with them. They more or less threatened me not to run, or they would hunt me down.” – Raven cast her eyes to the floor, the weight of guilt baring down on her shoulders. “I need to help pay my way, and protect my Grandfather and cousin. But I just don’t know who would hire me. Could I go to Down the drains tomorrow and ask them for work you think?” It was clear, Raven was running out of ideas. :: Back at the Spire of Arachne, Seven and Luna were watching Taru with growing concern. They had never seen her behave this way before, and though it had been a long time since they saw their own mother, Charlotte, they knew that this was not normal behaviour. Their questions regarding Raven were answered coldly, and that in itself, made no sense. “You mean that Grandfather …Paige…and Raven are in the other world?” Was it true, that the dreams of Raven, of the other world were in fact real? But Taru would have no word spoken of it. Taru glared down at the pair, as the chanting grew louder. “You heard me…do I have to explain myself again?” She recognised that these two were not of her clutch, and she grinned slyly. “I think its high time, you learnt respect for your elders. ETTERCAPS!” –she cried shrilly, then using her mind to mind ability of communication, she ordered the two be taken to the cells on the next level. Two large Ettercaps marched out with spears and nudged the pair. “OI!…You can’t do this, I am Seven…Son of Charlotte!”- Taru slowly came down the stairs, as the rest of the children chanted, her cloak swirling behind her, black tears falling down her cheeks. She towered over the Mohawk wearing youngster. “You…are a bebilith..and will learn your place. Guards…take them away!”- Both children were seized, struggling as Luna kicked out. “I’m going to tell my MUM!” Taru then slapped Luna fair across the face and came within inches of her nose. “Not if I cut your tongue out first.” The Ettercaps dragged the children to the next level, as Taru wiped her nose. Black staining her hand. <3>

TormentedPerfection: In the depths of the barren wastelands, in the dead sterile sand was a rectangular casket. But the casket didn’t look like an exact…casket. It was a case of sort, the front was badly destroyed, barely holding out. But still, it was blocking the sight. It had a small black wire on the side, and it looked as if it was buried there for years. And it was. But what was within, that we could never know. A rodent, a rat of sort, started skittering in the rocky ground, in the search of food perhaps. The rat’s tooth slowly bit into the ground. It’s nose bouncing as it tried to find the only source of nutrition it can. In it’s skittering, it tripped over the black wire, the squeal of the rat caused it to turn around, and it tilted it’s head on the wire. And unfortunately, It bit down on the wire, chewing with no remorse. Little did the little critter know what was inside the container would be unsealed. And slowly, as the wire was chewed off, the container’s color turned a bright red. The critter kept looking. While the commotion inside caused the whole thing to rattle. A disfigured, static broken voice spoke. “Back up android required. Initiating forced reboot.” With t that, the voice even disfigured more, and more up until it was repeating waves of unrecognizable sound. And the glows of the container started to release a screeching sound. The figure in the box was still however, intact. As if placed under a layer of protection. It still looked human like, and it’s eyelids were closed. But it had layers of wiring on it’s body and arms, as the container convulsed, data started to course through the wires, sending static info on the figure’s body. The figure however, still kept silent. Un moving even with bytes of data transported into it’s hibernating body. At a distance, the person still looked like a normal teenager. Coffee hair, baggie, striped tee and so. But soon, the convulsing went harder, and the figure started to move. And it happened. The whole container darkened. The figure was left there, it’s eye closed in the darkness of the underground…Until…. BAM! It’s eyelids went open. Multicolored eye lids starting to progress. In the cyborg’s mind, it was still reading through the whole visual interface was in static. It’s booting and computer system however tried to progress, and there was finally an interface. The green sight of the person with the huge marker on the front. Although a prototype, the cybernetic vision will have to suffice till his HUD started to reboot and reinstall. While it’s main interface spoke to the brain “Accessing main control and data AI control….” The android’s vision blurred as it’s body convulsed, it’s arm lifting up to his face and the hands opening and closing. It tested it on the other hand and it stretched it’s foot. The voice once more spoke “Testing vocal schematics and A.I lettering…..done. Reason and higher intelligence monopolization..Initialized. Ready.” The voice went silent for a moment, and another voice spoke again, now of a man. “Congratulations, Experiment T.O.R.M.E.N.T. Your schematics are deemed working and decent, it is time for you to walk these lands. Once this reading is over your A.I capabilities will take over your synthetic tissues and—BZZZZTZTZTZTZTZTZTZTZTZTZ” The voice cut off, and the man’s pupils returned to the same sight. Panting. He lifted an arm. Pushing with all his might. The door handle went blasting as sand kept pouring in on his body. The man crawled desperately, but alas, sand overfilled him. Perhaps the subject wasn’t a success if you placed it under tonnes of sand? Wrong. On the aboveground, a hand sprang up, clawing on the sand and pulling itself up. It was the android known as Torment V.30. It’s head rolled, and it was completely in disarray. It’s clothes were dirty and so was it’s face. Sand and mud were all over it’s body. And what do you know, glasses on the ground! Kneeling and picking it up, the Android placed it between his nose up until it wandered to the bar of sort, his HUD MAP didn’t work, but it’s advanced sight did. As if a person that was in stroke, it started to stalk on the bar, limping. Once it reached the bar, it pushed the door open with minimal force and sat on the stool, and for the first time spoke. Although it’s voice was disconfigured “Oil. Please.”

DarksiedtheLegend: -As Rider would listen to Raven who had sat beside her…wait Raven but how did she…before Rider could even say anything would Raven tell a tale of how the three brothers wanted to kill her due to being a member of some clan thus made her lose a job opportunity and now was asking if there was a job at the Down the drains shop to which Rider would answer-(Rider)”I had been looking for you for two days and here you are out of the blue..reminds me of that guy Rotal…I had searched for you in the tunnels, in the market place, and even tried at the shop of those brothers you spoke of but I couldn’t even find you. It seems odd how people just pop in and out of my house so quickly…made me worried that you might have been caught by one of the sheriffs…” –Rider would then hug Raven tightly as it seems tears would be falling out of her mask as Rider continued talking-(Rider)”I was so worried for you, for the past two nights I was worried that you might be in the hands of Butcher…I thought I lost you.” –But on the surface the android known as Torment V.30. woken and headed for the nearest building that was around its area as the android entered this building which was a bar it unfortunately had very bad luck…This same building that the android entered in was abandoned for about fifteen years and he was the very first customer to have graced it after so many years and as it asked for oil to anything in the room would the android get no repsonse. Well not the first being to grace its presence for if the android were to look around it could see the dried blood that covered the walls and ceilings apparently something or someone had been here before the android and it might have eaten or attack another being for the bar was somewhat bloody from certain areas which had blood splatters, some of the table and chairs were broken into small bits and pieces and even the fact that there was a half eaten decaying corpse in the corner and literally it was half eaten. The decaying corpse had lost its left arm, a part of its right leg has been snapped off, the skull seems to have hole on the left side and another on the right side but it chest was full of maggots still devouring the remaining decomposing organs of this unfortunate corpse. But if the android had the capability to scan the bar room would it discovered that underneath this floor was a basement and in that basement was full of large sized eggs and some of them were already starting to hatch. But in the spire of Arachne the man in the green trench coat looked at the scene caused by Taru, Sora Luna and Seven but by telescope as the man attempted to read their lips would he closed the telescope and say.–(Lieutenant Fox)”I hate how I can’t read their lips…But oddly those are the two from Harstens labyrinth…Hmm seems like Bebiliths are really ambitious maybe I should have put my money on this one rather than Charlotte…But then again Charlotte is the one who supposedly dropped the bomb but then again she might never know that no one died in that fabricated town…but then again maybe Truth should handle her either way I need to put money down on which one of those Bebiliths would succeed but either way…Back to staking out this Bebilith…”

CharlotteCarrendar:- What Raven had failed to realise, was that the time she was in the lake of the secret training grounds, that two days had passed back out in the tunnels. So it was no surprise really, that Rider would have been worried sick about the young girl. Rider’s sudden embrace of Raven, caught the young one off guard, and she found herself squished up against the flusher woman. Rider went off, about how she searched for her for two days, frantic that the Butcher or his men had captured the hapless bebilith. “I’m sorry…I am…I didn’t know I was gone for two days. It felt like barely an hour. The place I was taken too was so weird. It had this huge lake, and a statue of a woman on bended knee, wanting to hug, but I had to fetch the water from the lake and use the goblet to fill the bowl. Then, drink the lake water from the goblet. I saw a boy with a moon jacket, and he vanished into the mist.”- Raven went on to explain, that Rotal had been attacked by Jester, and the Executioner raised his axe, to cut her head in half. “I promise not to go there again, Rider, and…I will help you with the Otyugh, till I find another job.”- Raven actually started to shed tears, for all the pent up emotions that she felt at this time. So much weighed upon the young girl. In the back of her mind, she could only think of one other person she could turn to for love…her mother, Taru. :: The two children; Seven and Luna screamed protest, kicking and biting at their Ettercap guards, till they were both thrown into a holding cell. The cell door slammed shut and the guards guffawed, before shuffling back out of the holding area. Luna was in shock. “What the hell has gotten into Aunty Taru? Doesn’t she care that Raven is not here? And what of Grandfather? None of this makes any sense.”- Seven was rattling the bars of the cage, furious at being locked up. “I demand to be let out. I am SEVEN CARRENDAR!”- Luna plopped down on the floor, and started drawing on the dirt floor. “I don’t think they care somehow, Seven. You know, I really wish Raven was here. She may have given boring speeches, but….she would never do this to us.” Back out in the main Catherdral, Taru was basking in the chants of the many children, as she grinned at the statue of Lore. “Look now…Mother. Your world..Will soon, be mine.” <3>

TormentedPerfection: Has his scanning system malfunctioned? Probably. As the man would’ve been seen by other people, they would have no doubts in thinking that he was crazy. But alas, the android could not have processed the inside of the house at this rate. No oil, no grease. Within hours, he would’ve had a hard time to mood due to the rigidness of his body. He needed to find a way to grease his body up! While this was going on however, the visual HUD of the cyborg had detected a foreign presence in the room. The voice in his HUD Spoke, this time it was a clear woman’s voice. “Your interface software is halfway initialized. You should have more options now. There is also a foreign organic in this room. “ With that, his cybernetic vision slowly made it’s way to the dead corpse. The lens capturing it and zooming in. While the data processed, TORMENT got the info he needed. And it written. “ORGANIC. NAME UNKNOWN. DEATH: APPROXIMATING….14-15 YEARS.” With the info, the android stepped closer. Though greeted by the blood dripping on his synthetically tailored bio-organic fibrous skin. While his HUD processed the blood type, the robot kept approaching the dead matter and got on one knee. It’s scanner once more made a whole scan of the decimated body. “CAUSE OF DEATH….EXTREME LACERATIONS LEADING TO PAINFUL AMPUTATION, OBJECT USED WITHIN DEDUCTIVE REASONING IS LED TO BE…..A SHARP OBJECT. IE SWORD AXE.’ Once the scanning was complete, another window popped in his face. “BLOOD TYPE: O. DETERMINING AGE OF DISLOCATION FROM BODY……UNVERIFIED.” His eyes once more glowed silvery white. And this time, the saliva intact on the torn organs were processed. After a few moments… “SALIVA. RECIPIENT…UNKNOWN. RNA TYPE…UNKNOWN….DNA TYPE…UNKNOWN.” Within reason of course, the Android concluded that the cause of death was lacerations…only through consuming. And by the knowledge applied , these weren’t the work of cannibals because of how easily it was lacerated from the body and the sign of a feeble struggle attempt to overpower the creature. The android’s eyes started to look around, maybe find the torn ligaments. But instead, another thing caught his face and mind. The underground labyrinth or bunker of sort. And it was not empty. In it were a couple of spherical objects. One would conclude they were oversized stress balls in the size of eggs. However, that was an absurd claim. The android then grabbed a stool, smashing it off the counter and as the parts went flying, he grabbed the pointed stake of sort. Though he didn’t know how do go down, there was a certain law in physics…It involved the force of an impact and the sheer impact an object can take before it’s moved. Or in this case, destroyed. The android lifted its feet of the ground, stomping down to make a huge hole in the wooden floor. And as he jumped in the darkness,, he felt his descent going smoothly as he reached the floor. His fists on the ground and his free one holding the makeshift weapon…And what was these? Eggs?!?!?!


Death Club Diary – Session Four (Part Two) “Sirens”

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September 27, 2012 04:47AM
Roleplay Live Special : Group : The Death ClubPart two
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Players :
iShatteredSanity
LuciL
CharlotteCarrendar
DrakonMacar
LadyBelz
DarcyEstherFalcon.

LuciL: The party was already approaching the early hours of the morning and Sabina moved away from the edge of the mosh pit, pulling Evzen down to her height and whispering in his ear “I need aqua…want some?” Evzen nodded as he let go of her waist, Sabina for once thankful that Evzen had unzipped her suit for underneath the heavy club lights and costumed crowds, Sabina was getting hot underneath the latex attire quickly ordering a jug of water plus two glasses, taking a seat at an empty bar table, pouring herself a glass and quickly drinking it just as Evzen reached her side, watching the woman slide the top half of the cat suit and throwing another glass of the cold liquid over her supple breasts. His hazel eyes darkened in hunger as he stared at her, realising he wasn’t the only one staring. Hawkeye and Green lantern on the side had paused mid drinking their alcholic beverages and were gaping too. “Looking at something fellas?” Evzen snarled at them, the two men quickly averted their eyes and looked away. Ezven snorted “Thats what I thought” he then sat down beside Sabina who was dabbing her breasts with the nearest napkin, she caught his stare and poked her tongue out, sliding the suit back on but leaving the zipper down “Its getting hot in this suit, I needed cool down” She explained her random behaviour, though from the obvious bulge in Evzen’s pants and the stare he was giving her, Sabina knew something else was questioning in his mind. Shaking her head with a smile, she piled her hair up into a rough bun and slid her hand underneath the table and rubbed his covered length “Still gotta wait Ed..” Liking the new nickname he gave her but clearly not liking her teasing, Evzen let out another groan “You need to stop teasing me…otherwise I WILL take you on this damn bar table” Quickly jumping onto her feet, Sabina laughed as she dragged the blue balls Evzen onto his feet who trudged after her “How long now treasure?” He asked over the loud metal music. “I need to find the love birds and give them my present then we can go” Mission accepted! Evzen increased his pace and tugged on Sabina’s hand “Let’s go!”

iShatteredSanity: -Back in the office that Demetrios, Helena and Anna were. Helena had already started to make out with Anna, not feeling any shame to do that in front of Demetrios who was checking some stuff on the computers. While checking the stuff he wanted, he was also paying attention to what was going on at the club from the security cameras. One camera in particular showed Dix who had taken off her wig and mask, revealing her face. For some time he looked at the monitor but he shook his head a few times to make himself focus on his job. Were Helena’s words true earlier? Usually Demetrios would not back out from a woman of the caliber of Helena, but this time he did not. That confused him a bit and he did not know why he said no to that tempting offer, but again he made those thoughts go away by shaking his head.- [Demetrios.] “Fuck I need a drink.” –He mumbled and looked at Helena and Anna making out, the bulge on his pants growing more and more. Rolling his eyes he looked back at the monitor, trying to calm his urges, because after all he was a man. But Helena had noticed that and she whispered to Anna’s ear.- [Helena.] “Go and bring a Gray Goose with fresh lemon juice. And hurry up.” –Helena said and Anna pouted, but still it was her Mistress’ orders. As she exited the office, she shot a malicious glare at Demetrios as she spoke.- [Anna.] “You better keep your hands off my Mistress, otherwise you will lose something that you need.” –Anna said and Demetrios without looking at her, he flipped her off. And so Demetrios kept looking at the monitor as Helena had left from the couch and crawled over to him from under the desk, straddling his legs open and rubbing her chin against his bulge.- [Helena.] “Oh my, seems like someone is excited.” –She said and Demetrios looked at her before standing up and walking away.- [Demetrios.] “Screw you. I am in no mood for games.” –He said and opened the door of the office, looking down at the crowd, this time not from a monitor or a mask, but his own blue eyes. For a moment he thought of going down and joining the crowd while headbanging to the music from Rammstein, but again he needed to keep his identity a secret; at least for the time being. While lost in those thoughts, Helena had sneak up behind him and had wrapped her arms around his left leg, rubbing his bulge with her left hand, making Demetrios snap from his thoughts and slam the door, slapping her across the face and walking towards his desk.- [Demetrios.] “Fuck you Helena. You have your bitch here.” –He said and put on the mask to cover his face, but forgetting to put on the hood to cover his hair and the piercings on his ears. Helena could not help herself but laugh psychotically as Demetrios stormed off the office and headed downstairs, seeing Anna on the way down but ignoring her completely. He was pissed off, but there was nothing he could do. He headed straight for the bar, passing through all those who were dancing on the dancefloor, ignoring their comments about his costume. Once at the bar, he made himself a drink and he went in a corner, removing his mask and gulping down the drink, sighing softly before putting the mask back.- [Demetrios.] “Why am I so pissed off right now?..” –He asked himself as he poured another drink, this time adding a straw so that he could sit down and not risk to reveal his identity. But his long black with purple edges hair was visible to anyone and he hadn’t even noticed. Meanwhile upstairs, Helena had started to make out with Anna again, this time pouring some vodka on each other along with some juice, feeling their bodies hot with anticipation.-

CharlotteCarrendar: – In a back room, Inga was struggling against the restraints of the cross on the wall, dressed as Supergirl, being fingered and licked by her darling Kraus. She was now screaming his name, her fingers twitching as she finally came, and she let it all out, the sound of her voice filling the room, as Kraus placed his mouth over her opening, and with his tongue, drank down her juices, as she shook and jerked from the multiple times she climaxed. Leaning outside the door, Hermon was downing a JD and coke, watching some of the leggy DC girls going past, the staff dancers were also off the payroll and able to play, but seems that they were just happy to enjoy the free drinks and the spectacular performance from Rammstein. “Yo…Ladies, check it out. I can string you from the roof, and do it upside down. Rawr!”- Course, Hermon, was a rather large spiderman, and the girls snickered and kept walking shaking their heads. Not winning any favours from them, he happened to notice that Dixie/Hayley, had gone to take a seat down in one of the dark corners, and she was on her own. Finishing his drink, he placed the empty glass on a nearby table, and strutted over towards the relaxing Dixie, who was not looking in his direction, but had seen the mysterious owner come down the stairs from the top office, and there was something….”Hayley!…finally we meet. Say, where is the blonde? The Mask? Damn, I thought you were the real deal, chicka.”- Now, Hermon had blocked Dixie’s line of sight, and as she moved left then right to look around him, she lost sight of the mysterious owner. Getting slightly annoyed, she finally looked up at the Jack Black Look alike in the Spiderman costume. “Harley is on a break. I’m Dixie, and…you sure its safe to be playing a superhero that swings off a thread. I would have thought Kung Fu Panda would have been your bag, Mate.”- Dixie showed a cheeky smile, as Hermon, actually laughed at the suggestion. “Yeah…few of my friends said I could play that role, but me, I always been a big fan of Spidey. “- He then sat down next to her and slipped off his glove and offered his hand to Dixie, “I’m Hermon…uhm, I am Kraus’s best friend, and business partner.”- When it dawned on Dixie who he was in relation to Inga, she smiled and shook his hand properly, no buzzers. “Dixie. Dixie Chix. I usually work here with Rocky…I mean, Inga.” They both sat together and went on to enjoy a beer together, as the crowd continued to head bang. The door where Inga and Kraus had been finally opened, and the happy couple emerged, both smiling brightly. It was quite a night for them <3>

LuciL: Searching around the many guests, most were still within the mosh pit dancing away to Rammstein’s live gigs, while others had coupled off and were taking each other on the VIP areas, on the stairs, against walls. Sabina knew that seeing other couples fucking each other like rabbits would only arouse Evzen anymore. The Czech man had slowed down in his pace and was feeling hopeless thinking that the engaged couple had fled the scene for their own time alone. His hazel eyes caught sight of the couples ravishing each other despite still being half dressed in their hero costumes and he looked over his shoulder aware that Sabina was giving him a look. Stepping close to him, Sabina hugged his waist kissing his shoulder briefly “If we cannot find them, we shall pass my card and present to one of their mutual friends to hand over to them. Alternatively I could give it to Inga on Saturday night when we all return here to work” Evzen let out a frustrated sigh and nodded, he paused mid walk and turned around facing her, a hopeful glance on his face “You sure we can’t…fuck quickly upstairs?” Sabina paused mid step and laughed caressing the side of his face, watching his own hand travel down her exposed middle and cup her left breast, his thumb rubbing her covered nipple making the Romanian woman bite her lip hard. “I…if…we can’t find them” Now Sabina’s own mind was in turmoil, sure some of the guests had already started to have sex in every available spot downstairs and even the stars of tonight’s party was missing. That was until a door in the back swung open and both Kraus and Inga emerged looking flustered but the radiance of the aftermath lighting up their faces. “There they are!” Sabina patted Evzen’s abdomen, her fingers briefly running over his muscle letting out a quiet purr before releasing her hold from around his waist. Evzen all too clearly felt Sabina’s lingering fingers and he grinned to himself, already following where Sabina had pointed out. Reaching the couple’s side, Sabina drew out a small enveloped from within her catsuit Sabina presented it to Inga with a huge smile, taking note how the woman still panted softly under her breath and threw Kraus a wicked grin. It was already obvious of where the couple had run off to. “Congratulations you two, here is a little something from me for your engagement” as soon as Sabina had handed over the envelope, Evzen swooped her up bridal style earning a loud squeal from the pink hair Romanian who laughed and pulled at his Captain America suit “Ed! Put me down…ohhh where we going” She took note of his sudden run up the stairs making a sharp right and heading towards the ‘Sensual room’ where on Saturday nights, orgies would usually be occuring in the open room but this time it was empty. Tossing Sabina on the bed, Evzen pulled off his own blue mask, shaking out his strands of black hair, kicking off his boots and unzipping the back of the costume on his neck. Sabina stared then started laughing, licking her lips unzipping the rest of her own cat suit, allowing the latex to roll off her figure “Ohh…I see” Was all she said before Evzen clambered on top and took her lips with his.

iShatteredSanity: -A few hours had passed and while the bad was usually performing for only an hour and thirty minutes tops, they kept going and going, performing many of their best songs. The reason for that unknown, but maybe the owner had paid them a good amount of cash for their services; which in that kind of business was the fuel that kept everything moving. But the band seemed to actually enjoy themselves, Till Lindermann himself had said earlier that he had heard the rumors and that he wanted to have his band perform there. But as it was natural, they were getting tired, so they switched to some “lighter” songs like Sonne, Rosenrot and Mutter, yet still keeping the adrenaline high. The flamethrowers never stopped spitting fire and the show with the dragon breaths was spectacular as always. A few women were seen winking and playing with the band, something that perhaps would make the band explore the rooms that were upstairs later on. But anyway. At the owner’s office, Helena had already taken off her costume, well if that was even a costume, along with Anna. Both their bodies were already sticky from the vodka and the juice as their bodies rubbed against each other. The sexual tension between the two was already in critical levels and none of them seemed to back down; well, duhhhh. Helena was eating Anna’s pussy, drinking all the juices that the young sub allowed to flow. Moans and groans filled that office and Helena had already brought the big guns, a few toys to make things more interesting. Putting on her strapon that was not for the faint of hearts, 9 inches in length and 1.8 inches in thickness, Helena slapped Anna’s asscheeks as she had already positioned herself on all fours, shaking her ass. And then with a sudden thrust, Helena rammed Anna’s pussy, shoving half the dildo inside the young sub as the later screamed in pleasure.- [Anna.] “YES MISTRESS! HARDER! HARDER! FUCK ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU GOT!” –Anna yelled with all her might and Helena spanked her asscheeks till they turned red before she pushed her pelvis more, shoving the whole dildo inside Anna’s pussy who had clenched her fists and pulled the fabric of the couch while biting her bottom lip. Helena loved it when her sub was like that, that gave her a good excuse to go wild. And so Helena began to move her hips back and forth while also groping Anna’s D cup breasts, squeezing them and punching her nipples hard. Meanwhile downstairs, Demetrios, the owner in secret, was sitting on a stool, drinking his drink from a straw so that he could still keep his mask on. He had calmed down a bit, after all Rammstein was one of his favorite bands. But he was glad that he had left the office since he knew what was going on.- [Demetrios.] “Dumb fucking cunt…” –Demetrios mumbled to himself as his voice was still like Darth Vader’s. A few people, mostly women, around him could not help themselves but giggle. Those women were so drunk that they could barely stand, but Demetrios paid no attention to them, he just tried to have a good time.-

CharlotteCarrendar: – Inga was almost taken off guard when approached by Sabina and her man of the hour, Evzen, whom Inga had seen before but only briefly. Kraus’s lips were actually still a bit oversized from the stint of “surgery”, but the spray tan was now finally wearing off. “Congratulations you two, here is a little something from me for your engagement” Before the pair could thank her, Sabina was swept off her feet by Evzen, to be taken off to one of the free rooms to spend the rest of the evening, enjoying the divine pleasures of each others bodies. Inga was sweating, and wiped her brow, panting. “I think, I go freshen upz, baby. Pookie, I be right a back”- she pressed her lips to his, and wandered off to the ladies room, leaving Kraus standing by himself. Swinging back on his heels then forward, he struck a pose, hands on hips like Superman, then saw Dixie sitting over in the corner with his best friend, Hermon. Surprised they both appeared to be relaxed and talking, he headed over, not before grabbing a beer off one of the trays carried by a waitress. “Say, you too make a nice couple. Pity she’s a villan, right?”- Kraus joked, as Hermon actually went red in the face, since he was rather keen on Dixie. “She’s a bad girl alright.” he joked and while this was said, Dixie was leaning to the side, trying to see who was sitting at the bar. “Hmmm…” she mused. :: The sound of flushing was heard, and the cublicle door opened, as the blonde bombshell, Inga, stepped out to wash her hands, and fix her hair. As she turned on the tap, and looked down, washing her hands with soap, another cubicle opened. A woman, dark haired, with glasses, wearing a Supergirl costume that was slightly torn emerged, and in her hand, she was holding a butcher’s knife. “I’m…his Supergirl.”- Inga suddenly glanced up in the mirror, to see the glint of the blade, and the knife coming down towards her back- “Nooooooo!” <3>

LuciL: Rammstein still continued to play downstairs though the tempo had changed to something softer more subtle but still keeping in the genre of industrial and heavy metal. As time passed more of the party guests had started pulling off the accessories that made up their costumes, the heat clearly felt in the club due to many people who had showed up for Kraus and Inga’s engagement party while the flamethrowers still kept spitting out fire with the songs that were played. All while this occurred, upstairs in the red sensual room Sabina had been hoisted and pushed against the nearest wall, only her Catwoman ears and mask left on her body while she was being thrusted into by all too eager and sexually frustrated Evzen. His entire suit minus the silver wings stuck on top of his ears and somehow the utility belt remained on his waist, a belt that was being tugged closer and pulled by Sabina as she panted and egged him on to move deeper inside her. Evzen moaned loudly in her ear, his hands groping her behind and holding her waist as he kept driving himself inside, his knees bending as he increased his pace. Her ‘dancer’ legs wrapped around his waist, tugging on his raven hair and biting on his earlobe, Sabina threw her head back, her right hand catching one of the red silk curtains and tugging on it hard as she cried out over her first climax, cooing and moaning burying her face into his shoulder, her hips wriggling in the air as she attempted to ride Evzen their sweating bodies grinding against each other before they fell upon the bed again, Evzen pulling Sabina’s rear up and pounding into her from behind. Hunching over her and groping her ample breasts, his lips snaking down her spine, sucking on her flesh. Sabina’s hand gripping his belt again and holding him closer to her, her pink hair falling around her face like a waterfall but not muffling her loud moans. The room not having any sealed doors meaning that anyone nearby could hear the pair going at it, it also meant that Sabina did not hear the loud squeal that had suddenly erupted from the ladies bathroom downstairs.

iShatteredSanity: -The fatigue had made its appearance on the faces and bodies of everyone at the club, from the guests to the band. Well, ok, the band made sure that all the guests would have a good time, and the guests, well, they were either wasted, done drugs or had sex; it was one of the three, or all three together. Up in Helena’s office, Helena and Anna could not hold their lust anymore. Well, duhhhh. With Helena thrusting deep inside Anna’s pussy, literally penetrating her cervix, Anna could not hold her moans and screams of pleasure anymore. She begged for more and she begged for Helena to go harder, something that Helena of course did. Now the position had changed, Helena was on her knees of course, squeezing those breasts of the young girl, but Anna was not on all fours, she was on her knees, yes, but her back was rubbing against Helena’s chest, feeling her Mistress’ nipples poking her back.- [Anna.] “YES MISTRESS! DON’T STOP! PUNISH THIS BITCH WITH EVERYTHING YOU HAVE! DON’T STOP!” –Anna managed to shout between her moans as Helena kept thrusting in the way that Anna wanted; hard and fast. Of course the couch was already wet, and not only from the vodka and the juice, but also the juices that Anna was squirting every now and then. Helena knew that Demetrios would be mad, but she did not care in the slightest. Speaking of Demetrios. Well, the guy had a few drinks and as it was natural he needed to take a piss. He went to the toilets to do his thing, but as he moved there he had seen a shady individual that was rather suspicious entering the female toilets.- [Demetrios.] “This can’t be good.” –He mumbled and decided to wait and look what the female with the black hair and the glasses was up to. Seeing the female entering the toilets, he sneaked inside the toilets too, and he was glad that he managed to do so since before his very eyes, well, ok, his eyes through the mask, the black haired woman held a kitchen knife and aimed to stab Inga on her back.- [Demetrios.] “FUCK NO!” –He shouted and dashed towards the black haired woman, trying to body slam her and throw her on the side, so that she would indeed swing down the knife, but swing it down right next to Inga. If he was successful, the woman not only would have failed to stab Inga, but she would be thrown to the side and perhaps hit herself on one of the doors that led to one of the toilets.-

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CharlotteCarrendar:- As Kraus was laughing at Hermon’s jokes, something had him stop in his place, and glance over his shoulder. They sometimes say that when two people are so incredibly close that they sense when something is wrong with the other. He happened to see the mysterious owner, suddenly leave the bar, and follow another woman, who was wearing a supergirl costume into the toilets. Of course, Kraus knew, it wasn’t Inga, Inga was blonde. “Hey Man….what’s up, where is Inga?” Hermon asked, taking a sip of his beer, and Dixie chuckled and said- “Knowing her, having a smoke. She takes the longest smokos out, Mate.” Then there was the sound, “Noooooo!”-

Taking off at speed, Kraus started running through the crowded dance floor, knocking over some of the dancers, till he skidded in front of the ladies toilet door, that had just closed, since the mysterious owner had gone in. Using adrenilan fueled rage, he broke the door down and charged into the ladies restroom, to see the masked man having body slammed the brown haired supergirl into the wall, but Inga was still gripping the vanity basin, as she started to sway, the knife had slashed across her back. With her eyes rolling into the back of her head, Inga collapsed, blood flowing onto the floor, whilst Kraus screamed. “INGA!!!!!”- He fell down upon his knees as Lucy laughed, her face bruised from hitting the wall, blood trickling down the edge of her mouth. Kraus cradled Inga in his arms, his red cape draped across the floor, and he rocked back and forth holding onto his beloved Inga. <3>

LuciL: Upstairs, Sabina cried out over and over as Evzen gave her everything he got, all the frustration that had build up over the course of the night to even her teasing underneath the bar table that finally allowed Evzen to lose all self control and take her then and there on the large red satin bed. He pulled himself out slowly before pushing himself into her again harder and deeper, pulling the panting woman onto his lap allowing her to have control of his body, his soft lips latching onto her right nipple and tugging on it as Sabina wrapped her arms around his neck keeping between her cleavage, her lower body slowly riding up and down taking him in and throwing her head back, her long pink hair coming out of its messy bun and sticking to her sweating back as she bounced on Evzen’s lap faster, crying out again as she heard his moan in between her breasts “Mmph…that’s it…mmm my treasuree” He quickly pushed her off his lap and onto her back once more, sliding himself out and releasing his seed all over her folds, Sabina’s legs slackened around his waist as she watched him cum, still panting and cooing as she scooped a glob of his juice and sucking her finger tasting him. Evzen stared as he quickly fell on top of her, their bodies molding as their lips fiercely met kissing each other quickly, both gripping onto each other’s hair as their mouths moved against one another breaking apart and panting, hazel locking dark brown in place. A wicked grin spreading across Evzen’s face as he mumbled “And this is why you DON’T give me blue balls Sabina…” He had said her name rather than the pet name and it made Sabina freeze up briefly wondering why he changed it but she brushed it off, only to toss him a playful smile leaning up to kiss him again tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth. She soon heard the commotion rise downstairs even above Rammstein playing and paused in her tease “Whats that?” With his bottom lip still caught in her teeth, Evzen gave her a quizzical glance “Hmm?” Quickly pushing the Czech man off her body, Sabina grabbed the sheet and cleaned off his cum from her sweaty body. Groaning, Sabina quickly dressed into the sticky latex catsuit, finding it harder to put on mostly because of her sweat and the heat within the open sensual room. “I think something wrong downstairs” Evzen grumbled quickly putting on the suit but leaving the top off, instead tying it around his shoulders and followed Sabina down the stairs, the pink hair woman piling her hair back up into a high ponytail and digging her feet into her shoes. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Sabina had seen Kraus sprint towards the bathroom and gave Evzen a confused look, he too saw Kraus run and shrugged his shoulders at Sabina, though concern was now crossing his facial features.

iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios’ attempt to body slam the black haired female was successful for the most part, but sadly he was too late. The knife had already slashed Inga’s back and blood began to gush from the wound. Seeing that, Demetrios’ rage was fueled more and seeing that the black haired female laughed at what happened, Demetrios grabbed the woman by her throat and slammed her against one of the doors, breaking the hinges and tearing the door down. He had literally lift her from the ground when he slammed her against the door that broke. Of course he would not have done that if Kraus wad not made his appearance to hold Inga as she had collapsed from the shock. Demetrios turned his head to look at the couple and let a deep growl part his lips beneath his mask, something that was heard like an eerie growl of some demonic wolf, since he had the voice distorter on.- [Demetrios.] “You made two mistakes here. One, you fucked up in my club. And two, you fucked up one of my staff. Adding them both you will reach the result of me being very pissed off.” –Demetrios said and beneath his mask he was glaring at the female. Perhaps if the female looked into those holes, she could see a pair of blue eyes glaring at her, something that one could find creepy. Holding her from her throat and in midair, Demetrios turned his head and looked at Inga and Kraus again before pressing a button on the left side of his mask, activating the communication device.- [Demetrios.] “GET A MOTHERFUCKING MEDIC IN THE FEMALE TOILETS! AND WHAT THE FUCK IS THE SECURITY DOING?! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ALLOWED SOMEONE WITH A WEAPON IN HERE?! I WILL RIP YOU NEW ASSHOLES!!!” –Demetrios shouted, enraged, and justified. Really now, what was the security doing? How and why was that female allowed in the club in the first place? Again Demetrios pressed the button on the left side of his mask, this time to switch channels.- [Demetrios.] “HELENA! You fucking cunt! Stop doing what you are doing and get your fucking ass in the female toilets!” –He yelled through the communicator. Soon 2 medics arrived on the scene along with 2 men from the security. Back in the office. The roles had switched and now it was Anna who had the strapon on and was fucking Helena hard and fast, making Helena moa and groan while shouting Anna’s name. But it was around that time when Demetrios voice was heard through a speaker on the desk, yelling and shouting. Helena immediately looked at the speaker, that was Demetrios’ private line, and for him to speak like that, something must have happened.- [Helena.] “OH FUCK!” –She yelled and looked around for something to put on. She did not have the time to dress in her uniform, so she merely used one of the robes that she had forgotten there from the first night and immediately stormed outside, not giving a fuck if the robe was a transparent one. Barefoot and showing off her whole body, she rushed to the toilets only to see Inga on the floor with Kraus holding her, Demetrios holding a black haired female from the throat and in midair, 2 medics and 2 men from the security standing at the entrance.- [Helena.] “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE?!” –She shrieked and her voice was heard even down on the dancefloor. The band stopped performing and pretty much every head turned to the direction of the female toilets. Whispers and murmurs filled the club while everyone wondered what was going on.-

CharlotteCarrendar:- The scene in the club was one of chaos and confusion. The band had stopped playing, and Helena was flying down the stairs from the office, wearing nothing but a robe, and was dishevelled. With Kraus having raced across the room, and patrons falling over and the cries from those who wanted the band to start playing again, it was clear something was terribly wrong on the far side of the club. Dixie and Hermon scrambled up off the couch, Hermon running across the room, tripping over one girl that had fallen over and he went flying, landing on some other poor girl, whilst Dixie was running the perimeter of the dance floor, her black hair spilling out from the net, and fluttering behind her. When Hermon and Dixie had arrived on the scene, so had the medics, and the security, the toilets were jammed with people, as Dixie struggled to see what was going on. [Helena.] “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE?!” Hermon, with his strength, pushed a security guard out of the way, and went in to see his best friend on the floor, rocking back and forth, holding onto Inga, who had lost consciousness. “Oh Shit!”- he exclaimed. “Get her to hospital!”- Dixie was still outside, beating on the chest of a security officer. ‘Will you let me in!”- At this point, Kraus was sobbing, pressing his lips to the top of Inga’s head, saying softly “It’ll be okay…It’ll be okay.”

- Hermon recognised the girl that was being suspended in the air by the mysterious owner, who had purple streaks in his hear, exposed. Who was he? He was damn angry, that was for sure. “Its that bitch..Kraus’s ex…Lucy. You mad cow, why did you try and kill Inga? KRAUS LOVES HER!” Kraus rose slowly off the floor, holding his beloved Inga, who hung in his arms limp and then he walked out. The security parted to let him pass, and that was when Dixie saw Kraus. Her eyes lowered and she could see the unconscious Inga, her hand clasping over her mouth in horror, stifling her scream. “Come on..get an ambulance!!”- Hermon shouted at the medics, as the party goers would see the sight that they would never forget, of what Superman’s true weakness was. His love for Inga. <3>

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LuciL: Everything was happening all at once for Sabina, she subconciously clutched onto Evzen’s right arm watching as Helena came out of her nest wearing only a transparent robe that barely did its job and covered her figure, a figure that too glistened underneath the UV lights and it made Sabina grin slightly noting that she was probably upstairs with her submissive Anna. But seeing the proxy dash into the female toilets and scream “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE?!” Rammstein ceased their playing as did the fans who stopped their moshing on the dance floor. The guests that were still around at this time of the morning had turned around and faced the female toilets. Everyone was at first quiet before the club was filled with whispers and conversations, clearly the party guests wanting to know what had happened in the female toilets. Especially for Helena to rush out of the office in just a transparent night robe. Evzen frowned as he looked down at Sabina who was still holding onto his arm biting on his bottom lip, slowly in her mind the Romanian had put two and two together. If Kraus had run to the female toilets it had to be Inga and if Helena had even left her private time with Anna and had rushed down the stairs to investigate. Something was severe was surely happening, Sabina saw two of the bouncers arrived still dressed in their costumes arrive at the toilets with two of the medics, one of them looking a bit bewildered at the half dressed crowds in their themed costumes. Sabina saw Dixie who now her hair out of its blonde wig and a chubby looking man dressed in a Spiderman suit, someone she had not met before dash towards the bathrooms. Spiderman tripping and knocking into one poor girl, while Dixie did the smart thing and went along the outskirts of the club zipping towards the bathroom door and trying to push her way in. Sabina pondered if they should go help out or do SOMETHING until Evzen held onto her arm “The medics and security, though a bit late are there now. We can’t do anything now until we wait and hear an official word” “Its Inga though…something happened to her, I know it!” Sabina shot him a Look. Evzen surprisingly still remained eerily calm, his hand now holding onto her waist and pulled her close. “Just stay here for now treasure…and please calm down, throwing hysterics won’t do you any good” Sabina stuck her tongue out, wondering how could he be so numb in this moment of time. Then again, Evzen was just her date, did not work at the club like she did and did not know Inga very well. Sabina then pondered to herself she had only started working last Saturday but already felt a growing attachment for the Swedish pornstar, afterall this was suppose to be her fun engagement party and someone had destroyed it.

iShatteredSanity: -More and more people had arrived at the scene. The band had stopped playing. Others cried at the band to continue performing, others whispered to each other about what was going on. But it was the band that looked at them all and Till Linderman spoke in that bass, heavy and hoarse voice with that heavy German accent of his.- [Till Lindermann.] “It appears that something happened. Remain calm and don’t have irrational requests. Unless the owner says so, we shall rest for a bit.” –Till Lindermann said and sad on the floor, drinking some water before pouring the rest on his head, shaking it a few times and cooling himself. The rest of the band, Richard Z. Kruspe, Paul H. Landers, Oliver Riedel, Christoph Schneider and Christian Lorenz, did the same, relaxing a bit and cooling themselves with some water. Now, in the toilets. Demetrios was still holding the black haired female by her throat only to learn from a guy dressed like spiderman that her name was Lucy.- [Demetrios.] “Sol you have a name. Lucy, huh?” –Demetrios spoke, clearly enraged and his voice having a hissy tone that with the voice distorter came out in a very creepy way.- “You stupid cunt, do you realize what you just did?” –Demetrios posed that question, but it was more of a rhetorical question than actually expecting an answer, yet Lucy had the audacity to try and speak.- [Lucy.] “Yes, I do. Payback is a bitch. I—” –No more words parted her lips as Demetrios squeezed her neck some more, rendering her unable to speak. Lucy squirmed and tried to kick him or punch him, but given the fact that he was tall, his limbs were longer than hers, so all that she could manage was to wrap her fingers around his arm and try to squeeze it in order to let her go.- [Demetrios.] “You have nowhere to go bitch.” –Demetrios said and still held her in mid air rising his hand some more to hold her higher, but also because his previous pose was tiring his hand. Slowly, and while holding Lucy by her throat he walked outside. But as he walked outside he looked at the medics and the bouncers.- “Go in there and tend to her wounds, but first… CALL A MOTHERFUCKING AMBULANCE!” –The distorter began to crop the voice since he shouted. Even his real voice was heard a little bit from underneath his mask, but he could not have known that. Then as he walked outside, he looked at Dix for a moment, but he passed her and then looked at Helena.- “Keep your cool bitch. Only one of us is allowed to lose cool.” –He said and walked down the stairs, holding Lucy in midair as if she was some kind of trophy. Lucy was almost unconscious due to the lack of air, but Demetrios did not care. He walked down the dancefloor while everyone made way for him to pass. Once he was in the middle of the dancefloor, he looked at everyone who moved to the side. There he tossed Lucy’s body on the floor as if it was a bag of rubbish. Lucy cried out as she fell on the hard floor and everyone looked at him with their eyes wide open. The only one who seemed to enjoy it was Till Linderman who chuckled, but soon kept silent. Demetrios clicked the left button on his mask to turn off the communicator and clicked the one on his right side to turn on the build in mic.- [Demetrios.] “Watch this carefully. This is what will happen to you if you fuck with me or my staff! I won’t hesitate to fucking kill you motherfuckers, you heard me? I WILL SLAUGHTER ALL OF YOU FUCKS!” –His yelling made everyone to cover their ears, but soon they took their hands off and looked at Demetrios. Others whispered a few words, others were quiet.- “If any of you fuckers has something to say, say it now, or get the fuck out of here.” –When he spoke those words, no more whispers were heard and Demetrios nodded his head.- “Exactly, be good little bitches and know your place.” –Meanwhile in the toilets, the medics rushed to Inga. They immediately cleaned the wound and applied some disinfectant to avoid any infection from the knife. One of the two bouncers called the police and once the call was made, he looked at Helena nodding at her.- [Bouncer.] “Helena, the cops and an ambulance are coming.” –Helena nodded and looked at the crowd that had gathered at the toilets. She coughed to clear her throat and looked at them all, clapping her hands a couple of times.- [Helena.] “There is nothing for you to see here, move away from the toilets and head down.” –Helena said and soon the crowd began to leave the toilets and headed downstairs. And it was that time when she realized that what she was wearing was not hiding anything, but she shrugged. She entered the toilets and looked at Kraus who held Inga in his arms while the medics were treating her wound.- [Helena.] “Such thing to happen in such a day…” –Helena said and sighed deeply while shaking her head.-

CharlotteCarrendar: The crowd was quieter, as the band all decided to sit, and take a proper break, as well as seeing Kraus, holding his beautiful Inga, his Supergirl in his arms. Herman, was fussing, trying to get them to an ambulance, his face wrought with fear and confusion, fear that if Inga didn’t get the help she needed, things could be a lot worse. The Death club staff, the people that were part of the usual dance acts, the escorts, were around the perimeters, all quiet, some were sobbing, as they watched the heart breaking scene unfold. Dixie stood, frozen in her place, tears in her eyes, unsure of what to do. It was then, that the mysterious boss, came past, and had the attacker held up by her throat, and then threw her in amongest the patrons of the club, her body clattering to the floor, as he bellowed at all that were there. “Watch this carefully. This is what will happen to you if you fuck with me or my staff! I won’t hesitate to fucking kill you motherfuckers, you heard me? I WILL SLAUGHTER ALL OF YOU FUCKS!” Many people covered their ears, as finally the back doors to the club opened, and you could see the flashing of red and white lights of the ambulance, with two men coming in with a stretcher. The paramedics had already started to tend to Inga’s injuries, and with other dancers and bar staff moving to get a closer look, Kraus fell back, the blood of his Inga on his hands. He let the professionals do their job, as Hermon, went to his side. “I know which hospital they are taking her too. I spoke to one of the cops. Come on, lets get there before her.”- Kraus shrugged his best friend off him and screamed. “I’M GOING WITH HER!”

- With Inga now on a stretcher, she was wheeled out of the club, one of the officers walking out with Kraus, and helping him into the back of the ambulance to be with his adored Inga. For Dixie, the party was over. She slowly staggered back over to where she had put her wig, and mask, and sighed, before going to the exit, and opening the main door. Hermon, who had watched the ambulance pull away, looked back to see Dixie leaving, and then did a mad bolt to catch her up. “Wait!…Hold up.”- Dixie glanced back and held the door open for Herman, who was shellshocked. “Why….why don’t we get some coffee…and…and then we follow them up to the hospital? Kraus is going to need the support.” Hermon looked so sad. Kraus was his best friend, and he had almost lost Inga, and it dawned on him how much the porn star meant. Dixie nodded slowly, as tears ran down her face, and Hermon pulled her into a hug, as the ambulance went screaming past, sirens blazing. <3>

LuciL: It was a good thing that Sabina had not rushed out to the toilets because soon the very man in the suit who introduced himself as the owner earlier that night had come carrying a raven head woman who looked limp in his tight grasp, she wore glasses and a tamer version of a Supergirl suit to what Inga had worn. If the owner was grasping onto this girl, then it must have been the one who attacked Inga, or so Sabina was guessing as the masked man made his way to the centre of the floor crudely dropping the bespectacled woman to the floor who hit the floor with a sickening thud and a soft cry as she rolled over. Sabina inhaled softly feeling the squeeze of Evzen’s arm around her waist, she did not care if she looked afraid because she was! Very much so and in that moment quite glad that she did not bang the owner because if all owners in popular clubs were like this fellow than no where was safe. It wasn’t until the Darth vader cracked out and he was mad, all eyes turned to him and Sabina saw the lead singer of Rammstein chuckle under his breath, quickly enjoying the owner toss the attacker to the floor like she was nothing. “Watch this carefully. This is what will happen to you if you fuck with me or my staff! I won’t hesitate to fucking kill you motherfuckers, you heard me? I WILL SLAUGHTER ALL OF YOU FUCKS!” There was a deathly promise on his tongue, his voice booming through the speakers and even though she was one of the staff, his tone of voice sent chills down Sabina’s spine that she huddled in close against Evzen’s side, keeping half of her face covered as if attempting to use the taller man as her shield against the threatening words of the mysterious owner. Though he had the calm look of a monk, inside Evzen was quaking in his boots, he had come to the Deathclub plenty of times ever since his engagement was off because he cheated on his fiance and they broke up last year. He had seen many things occur, participated with the escorts in many sexual and/or kinky fetishes, paid them and continued his normal day being the CEO of his own lambourgini company. But he had seen nothing like this occur, not in the Deathclub with all its fantasy and glamour, watching Sabina hold onto him closely, feeling her small frame shake against him. Evzen wrapped both arms around her, his right hand curling up in her pink ponytail, massaging her scalp as if attempting to calm her nerves. Evzen bit his bottom lip as the stretched bypassed the party guests and the DC workers, an unconcious Inga on the stretcher followed faithfully by Kraus who held onto her hand, he had just told off the large Spiderman that he was going with her to the hospital. Evzen’s hazel eyes darted down to Sabina worried on her reaction seeing Inga and true to his own thoughts, Sabina’s brown eyes widened in horror seeing the Swedish blonde on the stretcher, her nails digging into Evzen’s lower back. The night was over for the both of them but neither did not want to move even as the sirens were heard wailing away. Swallowing the lump that was rising in her throat, Sabina tilted her head up to Evzen anxiety and shock crossing her entire face. Evzen cupped her face tenderly and kissed her then on the spot, her lips shaking on his as he held her tightly.

iShatteredSanity: -The party had already ended. Not in the way that people would want, but in a way that nobody expected, but also a way that nobody even imagined. The medics of the club performed the first aid and soon the ambulance arrived. What followed was a scene that somehow resembled ancient Greek tragedy, but the only difference was that what unfolded that night in that club, it was very real. With Kraus and Inga gone, Demetrios looked down at Lucy who was lying on the floor, finally able to take a few breaths. Demetrios looked around him and in the end he sighed deeply.- [Demetrios.] “The party is over. All of you just go.” –Everyone nodded their head, as in in synch with each other. A few of them lined up as they passed by Demetrios and congratulated him for the club and for the good time they had. At least despite what happened, some understood that things do tend to become chaotic, in the world of the night, such things always happen and one can only prolong the inevitable. Soon the club was empty, only the staff and a couple of others, the band, Lucy, Demetrios and the cops who walked in. The cops immediately walked towards where Lucy was lying. One of them looked at Demetrios and took his weapon, aiming at Demetrios.- [Cop.] “FREEZE! Put your hands behind your back and fall on your knees. NOW!” –The cop yelled while the band looked at him and wondered if the cop was alright. It was Till Lindermann who spoke to the cop.- [Till Lindermann.] “Officer, are you high? That man there is the owner and the one who kept things under control before the situation turned worse.” –Till said and the cop aimed the gun at his direction, only for Demetrios to growl underneath his mask and dash towards the cop, grabbing his wrist and twisting it. That cracking sound could be heard throughout the club before the cop screamed in pain.- [Cop.] “MY HAND! MY HAND! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS YOU DIPS—” –The cop’s sentence was not finished since Demetrios tugged the cop towards him and hit him with his knee on his face, knocking him out. The cop fell on the floor with a loud thud. Till Lindermann and the rest of the band clapped their hands, applauding the man in the suit. But it was the other cop who looked at Demetrios while shaking his head.- [Cop 2] “Had fun there D? He was a new guy, he did not know.” –Demetrios looked at the cop who was named Dietrich and shrugged his shoulders.- [Demetrios.] “Then why didn’t you stop me earlier Dietrich?” –Demetrios asked and Dietrich scratched his head.- [Dietrich.] “Good point. To be honest, he was a prick and he needed a good ass kick. Thanks D.” –Dietrich said and Demetrios nodded his head.- [Demetrios.] “Take the trash out of here. She dared to attack Inga.” –Dietrich’s eyes opened wide.- [Dietrich.] “THE BITCH DID WHAT?!” –Demetrios nodded his head but he did not say a single word. Dietrich cracked his neck and knuckles.- “Alright, I will make sure that the bitch won’t get away easily. Nobody fucks with our Inga.” –Dietrich said and made a pouty face while waving at the other two cops that were at the door. Soon the cops arrived and one of them cuffed Lucy, dragging her outside the club and throwing her in the police car while the other cop took the new guy on his shoulders and walked outside.- [Dietrich.] “I am sorry D. But don’t worry, Inga is in good hands. As for the bitch, well, she is in the worst hands.” –Dietrich said and looked at Demetrios who nodded his head. With a nod of his head, Dietrich walked outside the club while the rest of the cops followed him. The band looked at Demetrios as Till Lindermann spoke.- [Till Lindermann.] “I like you already. You have established a good circle. Next time we will come here we will charge you half the price.” –Till said and Demetrios nodded his head as he spoke.- [Demetrios.] “I greatly appreciate this.” –He said and looked around at the club. Helena looked at the whole thing and walked down to join Demetrios, wrapping her arms around his waist, given the fact that he was a freaking giant compared to her.- [Helena.] “D, let it go. You did what you could.” –Helena said and Demetrios just patted her head, messing her blood red hair a bit.- [Demetrios.] “And this was nothing…” –He said as he sighed once more.-

CharlotteCarrendar: – As Hermon released Dixie, he hoped she would go to coffee with him, but it was then that the clouds opened up and it started to rain, and rain heavily. Her bizarre makeup of Harley, started to run down her face, and she hiccupped a sob, and tried to regain her dignity, as Hermon called for a cab. As the cab pulled over, Dixie opened the door and extended her hand for Hermon to get in. She then leant forward and kissed his forehead. “You go on to the hospital, I want to go home.”- she slammed the door, with Hermon inside, and the cab sped off, with Hermon’s face pressed to the glass. The loud crack of thunder followed by jaggered bolts of lightening, had Dixie shiver, and she hailed another cab, that pulled over, more or less straight away. Dripping wet, she was a mess, a drowned rat, and still very upset about what had occured. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Hermon, she just….didn’t like him like that, and the one man she wanted to see, who she wanted to hold and be comforted by…was Demetrios. The cab sped through the streets of Prague, the screech of the windscreen wipers across the glass, and the dull sound of the am radio, dulled her senses, as she pressed her head to the side of the cab, againest the window. Finally, pulling up outside the tattoo shop, she paid the cab driver, and slipped out, apologising for getting his cab wet. The driver didn’t fuss, he simply took her money and then drove off to get his next fair. Slowly, she walked through the puddles and up to the garage door, fumbling with her key, and then trying to put it in the lock, to open it. The door swung open and she went inside, closing it behind her. Silence. There was no one there. “Dem?” -her voice broke, as she wiped her hand under her nose, ready to burst into tears again. “Dem….please, are you here?” She searched the garage, the bathroom, and he wasn’t there. Slipping off her shoes, and then easing off the dress, she laid down on the couch, cuddling a tired looking cushion, and wept in the darkness. <3>

LuciL: The guests had all soon left after the owner had ordered everyone to leave “The party is over. All of you just go.” Evzen removed his lips from Sabina whose shaking frame had somewhat calmed down in his liplock. He noticed the staff were the only people left just as the police had arrived to take the attacker who was still on the floor and under the watchful eye of the masked owner, he was surprised that the man had not taken off his gas mask and wondered if he was purposely hiding his identity from everyone including his own staff. Two of the police officers approached the owner and one of them clearly a young un had aimed his gun straight at the owner “FREEZE! Put your hands behind your back and fall on your knees. NOW!” Now what followed had surprised Evzen but also made him clap along with the rest of the Rammstein band members. The owner had twisted the wrist and rendered the new cop unconcious. Sabina felt Evzen clapping and lifted her head from his chest, turning to see an unconcious police officer and the second cop talking to the owner “What did I just miss?” She asked curiously, tilting her head to Ezven. He laughed slowly, his hand in her hair still massaging her scalp “Do not worry treasure…new gun in the force” Sabina nodded confusion still written across her face, looking over her shoulder as the handcuffs were slapped onto the bespectacled young woman and dragged her out of the club and into the police car that was parked outside. The morning sun was already creeping through the opened double doors of the club and Evzen tugged on Sabina’s body “I can drop you off home if you want?” Sabina still pressed against him, looked up at him and shook her head slowly “Can I…can you take me…” She did not have to finish, Evzen nodded understanding and they walked towards the door. Evzen nodded in thanks to the masked owner, the pair walking down the street to where Evzen had parked his car, helping Sabina into the passenger seat, Evzen started up the lambourgini and they drove off to his large house on the outskirts of Prague.

iShatteredSanity: -Till Lindermann and the band looked at the place as it was getting empty before they looked back at the man with the suit.- [Till Lindermann.] “Well, I guess that this is it for today. We will leave our equipment in here and come to take everything tomorrow.” –Till said and Demetrios turned his head to look at him.- [Demetrios.] “I have one request.” –Till Lindermann tilted his head to the side.- [Till Lindermann.] “What kind of request?” –Demetrios replied swiftly.- [Demetrios.] “One song. Reise, Reise.” –He said and Till Lindermann nodded his head.- [Till Lindermann.] “Can’t say no to that. You got it, D.” –Till Lindermann said and the band once again got on their spots, Till Lindermann grabbed the mic, Richard Kruspe the guitar, Paul Landers the other guitar, Oliver Riedel the bass guitar, Christoph Schneider headed to the drums and Christian Lorenz on the keyboard. And soon they performed the song. Demetrios slowly took off his mask, not giving a fuck anymore of who was going to see him. The band knew his face, so it was of no surprise to them. But to the few bouncers that were left behind, that was a surprise. Some of them actually realized who he was and they pointed their fingers at him. But before they even said a word, Helena shot a glare at them all.- [Helena.] “You saw nothing. Whoever speaks of this, they will wish that they were never born.” –She said as Demetrios had his eyes closed and placed his left hand on her mouth to stop her from talking.- [Demetrios.] “Shhhh… Silence now. I love this song, don’t take this moment way from me.” –Demetrios said and took a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it and smoking it while the band performed only for him.- [Demetrios.] “Reise, Reise Seemann Reise, Und die Wellen weinen leise, In ihrem Blute steckt ein Speer, Bluten leise in das Meer. Die Lanze muss im Fleisch ertrinken, Fisch und Mann zur Tiefe sinken, Wo die schwarze Seele wohnt, ist kein Licht am Horizont.

” –Demetrios sang along with Till Lindermann with a decent German accent to at least pronounce the words correctly. And just like that, that night ended. But it was surely a night that everyone would remember. As soon as the song ended, the band bid their farewell and they left with the car that was waiting for them outside. As for Helena, Demetrios had dismissed her. As for Demetrios? He was the only one in the club since everyone had left. He looked around and sighed deeply as he smoked a second cigarette. Then, and once he finished the cigarette, he hit the switches, turning everything off and locked the doors. Walking towards his motorcycle he did not look behind him anymore, he just rode his motorcycle and disappeared into the distance, taking the long way home.-


Death Club Diary – Session Seven “Serenity of discord” (Part Two)

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Roleplay Live : Group : The Death Club
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Serenity of discord : Part 2
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iShatteredSanity
LuciL
Captain277
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CharlotteCarrendar
DarcyEstherFalcon
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CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie was wasting no time unpacking the Budweisers into the fridges, as Maggie was charming the regulars, her irish accent a big hit, not to mention her red hair. Something about women with red hair, that can attract a man. Some say its cause they are not actually descended from apes, but from felines. Yeah, that explains it. She is going to be the new feral bitch of the club. Wasn’t there enough prima donas at this bar anyways? Dixie had a lot…a lot on her mind. First up, having fallen head over heals with the delectable Demetrios, she had to keep close to her chest, the fact that he did own the club. That alone carried a huge weight of responsiblity, and then there was the whole, employee slash boss relationship. How many rules were they breaking by that alone? Dixie really loved working at the club. It was a second home, but so much of late, that home had been under threat. From the media, and then of course the shady character that raped Helena in the bathroom at the hospital loo. Why…why was everyone fighting in toliets these days? And the girls ones too. Was it the soap? Lack of toot paper? ~clink clink~ The last of the bottles went in the fridge and Dixie slammed the door, but only to turn and come face to chest with Maggie. Yes, Maggie was a whopping 6’4″ and she was wearing heels, that just added insult to injury. Maggie was beaming, hands on hips, staring down with enormous green eyes and that frizzle mop of hair she had in the reddest red. Dixie, was not impressed, and Maggie could pick up on it. “What’s the matter, lass, you look like you are about to shift a horny toad with that pout? What can ol’ Maggie do to ya? Am I really that rotten, that ye be gandering at me like that?” Dixie snorted and the turned her head back out onto the floor. Maggie’s eyebrows furrowed and she took a softer approach. “Ya missing ya horse…the one with the big knockers, amiright?” Dixie picked up a plate of nuts and then practically hurled them along the bartop, just as a customer caught them and yelled out, “Thank Dix!”- Dixie started to serve another customer, as Maggie slumped her shoulders. “I don’t wan’ to bring you no hames, lass, just trying to fit in is all.” Dixie glared back over her shoulder at the lofty Irish girl and then frowned. “Look, Rocky is not a horse, and yes she had big…knockers as you call them, but right now, I rather you just get on with your job, serve the customes, and keep a good five feet away from me.” Maggie took two steps to the right and then turned away, cheerfully attending to a business man who had a large wet patch at the front of his pants. “Ah, you got a pretty savage stain there, right manky…what kind of scoops can I get ya?”- Again, Dix sighed outwardly. Maggie needed to come with a set of instructions, in particular, how to understand her. But when you need a hero, one it seems always makes his appearance and right on cue. Demetrios had made his way through the crush, and sat himself down, looking and leaning towards Dixie, who sprang up on tipetoes, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Ello handsome, grey goose, coming up. BIG GLASS.” -yes she knew his drink and went to fix it for him straight away, no longer caring about Maggie or anything else. The night, had just got a whole lot better. :: Corsica and Candice got in without even having been asked for ID, and instantly as they were hit by the wall of sound, the strobe lights, the stink of sex and cages filled with naked women, being pawed at by hungry business men with huge bulges, Corsica rubbed her hands together. She was actually salivating and already spotted some strapping woman behind the bar. A tall red head with huge lips. “Oh yes….I want some Irish cream. Candice….come.’ she ordered, and sashayed through the throng. <3>
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Captain277: *Candice slipped into the dark haze of the Deathclub, and at once was overwhelmed by the experience. Unlike Corsica, Candice had never really been to a proper nightclub before. Sure, she loved to party as much as the next girl, but her experience usually only went so far as a moderate get-together at a friend’s house when their parents were out, and maybe the occasional “rave” that would pass through their town on occasion. Stood, as she was, in the midst of clouds of artificial fog as laser beams and spotlights traced indiscriminate lines over her body, Candice realized that the “raves” she had been to were little more than cheap imitations, trying very hard to be the real thing, and overcharging for entry to try and cover up just how pathetic they were. Candice knew she could get into quite a bit of trouble in this kind of environment, and that gave her no small thrill. Her eyes danced hungrily over caged women, dancing in various states of undress to the strong bass music that filled the air like the angry voice of God. She couldn’t blame the men for flocking to the captured birds; the Deathclub obviously spared no expense in employing the most alluring women in the city. Hell, probably even the country, now that Candice thought about it. The crowd bustled around her and her sister, and while the duo received their fair share of looks, they were more than likely as faceless and distant as the masses of dancing, partying people seemed to Candice. It was a room full of aliens, enjoying debauchery through anonymity. Her head snapped sharply to the side as Corsica called out to her, already a good distance away in the crowd, apparently heading for the bar. Candice’s hand reached for the choker fastened around her neck, her PVC-encased fingers playing with the small black gem that dangled from the collar. Pushing her way apologetically through the crowd, Candice made her way to the bar, arriving just a few seconds behind Corsica. Seating herself without incident on the stool beside her sister, Candice waited to see if Corsica would be ordering drinks, and if she would be allowed to have any.
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*LuciL: Meanwhile at around 12:30am…”Watashi wa totemo okurete iru!/I’m so late!” A Japanese female’s voice screamed and echoed down the hallway of the Savoy apartments. Rushing to her room, still shoving the change from the taxi into her Goku purse Miho was panicking while checking the time on her iphone. Mr Jin DID grant her an early finish but unfortunately his lazy slut of a daughter Cheng-Li had arrived and had caused all sorts of issues between Miho and the returning customers. Miho had to stay back to make sure the same customers would return despite Cheng-Li’s desire to make the Japanese woman look like a fool of herself. Next time she worked and IF Cheng-Li dared to enter her family’s restaurant again, Miho would make sure that the daughter never crossed her path again, even if she had to teach the little whore a thing or two, with her fists. Unlocking the door of her apartment, Miho turned left into her bedroom and tossed her bag onto the unmade bed, literally tearing off her work clothes and apron, Miho kicked off her sneakers grabbing a pair of underwear from the first drawer and ran into the shower. The shower was quick and no dilly dallying as she hummed “Hurricane Venus” by BoA as she washed down all the sweat and grime from working in the Chinese restaurant. Soon she was finished and grabbed her Sailor Moon towel from the rack and dried herself down, her make-up was already laid out over the vanity and she quickly scented her neck and wrists with a cherry blossom smelling perfume, something she had brought from back home in Japan and a perfume that could not be found anywhere in Prague, she had not checked the Duty free shops yet though. Still humming the song that was pumping through her head, Miho applied her make-up including that startling blue mascara, giggling to herself Miho tilted her head as she picked up the contact packet and slipped on the pale blue contact lenses onto her dark eyes. Sabina had never met the girl wearing her different contact lenses, Miho had pondered between the blue or the cat-style eyes but decided to wear this and not freak out her poor friend. She was already excited to see Sabina’s reaction when she showed up in the club with her crazy three times dyed hair, the pale blue eyes were just the final touch to her first night in the Deathclub. Stepping out of the ensuite bathroom and into the bedroom, Miho’s humming became singing as she turned on her ipod nano into the speakers and the same song came through, BoA’s voice singing throughout the apartment as Miho sung back already snug in her underwear and changing into the black fake latex pants that clutched onto her slender legs and exposed the sides of her thighs and calves with an intricate lacy pattern. Dropping over her push-up bra was a glittery pink halter top that wrapped around her neck and exposed her porcelain back. Brushing out her blonde, mahogany and violet hair, Miho grabbed the black Hello kitty hat and swung it back to front on top of her head as well as black armwarmers that wrapped around her forearrms. Her three diamond piercings in the centre of her collarbone sparkling under the bedroom lights. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Miho pushed her feet into her grey calf sneakers that were sprayed with neon paint. Tying up the neon blue laces tightly, Miho jumped up and turned off her music, today she would need her earphones she would adapt and adjust to the music. Sabina had told her it wasn’t all dance music there was cyberpunk and heavy metal it was not like the usual clubs Miho had gone to back home, but Miho brushed it off “Nandemonai…er don’t worry, I’ll adapt to this new sound” True the only metal-ish sound that she heard of was the famous band Gackt and still she enjoyed their tunes. Tucking her id and at least half her pay check into a zipped pocket within her pink top, Miho bounced out of her apartment and down the stairs hailing a taxi that was passing by “To the Deathclub please”. Ten minutes later, the taxi pulled up into the alleyway and Miho paid the driver, her pale blue eyes staring at the large que waiting to come in “Ah! Sabina-san did not tell me about a que” Now Miho was usually patient having learnt that in her martial arts classes but sometimes, her bad habit of impatience came through especially when she was itching to go into an awesome dance club. Quickly lining up, she folded her arms and waited, mumbling something incoherent at the attire of the women in front of her, why was it always like this? The women attended all trashy but the men were in crisp shirts and dress pants or designer jeans. Miho never understood this at the western clubs. As Miho was mentally judging the skanky attire of the women lining up to go inside, in front of her was another Japanese girl, shorter than her and definitely younger dressed in light pink, off the shoulder blouse over her white miniskirt.
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Carrendar: Slowly, the Russian (Russian? They looked Russian..) Anyway, the huge scary looking dudes gaurding the doors began letting people in, the line sprinkling down till it was she whom was next. In the line she had already had a few young bucks looking for a good time find her and ask for a drink or two with her, in which she, in Iggys way, told them to piss off. And how exactly did she do that? Simple. She turned to them, gave them a evil look, and stuck them the bird. They got the picture real quickly, and moved on to other single girls in the crowd. By the time it was her turn to enter DC, the woman had already pulled her ID out, ready for inspection by the two hunks. She made eye contact, and didn’t show off herself like the other girls did, but smiled politely and kept herself in tact. Iggy snaped her head to the left a little to brush her bangs out of her eye, speaking softly and calmly to the gentlemen in front of her, giving them a quick wink. “Evening, g-gents.” She said, presenting them with the ID, holding it out to them face up if the needed to grab it for a better look. She waited patiently for them to decide if they want to let her in or not, though she kept glancing at the doors, like a dog waiting for its command to continue. She stood up straight, running a right hand down her hour glass frame to fix her dress, keeping her smile plain as day. Behind her the crowd was getting a little restless, the excitement growing. Igniatus glanced back at the crowd, then back to the gaurds. “I hopes z’you gents d-d-do not c-consider me s’a t-troublez makers, ja?” She giggled, sticking a thumb over her right shoulder. “S’not z’like ‘deys crrazies.” Should they allow her in, she would bid them thanks and return her ID to her purse and make a bee line to the bar, twisting her body to the beat of the music as she pushed her way through the crowd, eyeing the sexy men and woman here like desserts, snagging a seat at the bar and plopping her purse on the counter. When the bartender arrives, whether it be the Aussie, or the Irish girl (didn’t matter, they were both fine as hell and didn’t mind attention from either or) she would smile again and wave lightly at her. “Er.. V-v-v-vodka on ‘de r-rocks, p-please.” A good way to get a little guts to dance and go nuts, ja? Drink yourself senseless. Igniatus scanned the place for someone to dance with, the excitement wearing off to becoming.. Nervous. Aye, she was nervous. For one, her speech problem. Two.. Well.. See, Iggy does enjoy a party. But she goes through little.. Bumps. Where she goes no where. Absolutely no where. DC was the first place she’s gone to publicly in.. Seven months. She was rusty. In Prague, you could be a fucking loony, but only to certain people. You can’t just walk up to some hot guy or girl and start grinding against them. There was modesty.. Eh, fuck modesty! Make it or freaking break it. Gah, emotions running rampid! She was nervous, but she also was feeling very.. Aroused. All this.. Erotic shit going on, and she fucking loved it. She revealed in it. She wanted more, to the point she could nearly taste the sweet candy that was sure to be dripping from some of these lads around here. As she waited for her drink, she sunk down a little, glancing over to the HUGE man that she had seen at the doors, and smiled gently before ducking her head away, shifting her eyes around for a possible acquaintance  God, talk about sticking out like a sore thumb! True, a lot of guys in Prague were tall. But this guy. Was fucking TALL. Kinda intimidating, no? Iggy rested her head on her hand, her elbow propped up on the counter facing away from the giant, pulling her phone out real quick and checking her messages. Hadn’t even been a hour yet and Benjamin was already texting to see if she was alright. She promptly ignored him, tossing the phone back in her purse and looked around, the flashing lights and smoke machines like no club she’s ever been to before. A new experience for many here at DC, eh? As she peopled watched, Iggy noticed two.. Very interesting looking characters. Twins at that. She watched them curiously as they swayed in the club, and she smirked at this, in awe of their.. Their rebel like attitude. She even noticed the dude in.. Shorts? The fuck? Er… Okay then. So um.. Lots of interesting folk here. Should be a interesting night. She swung herself around to face the bar completely, smiling warmly to a business man who sat next to her, whom winked at her and licked his lips, making Iggy giggle and blush slightly.
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HoshiBlack: – It seemed to take forever to for Chise to be the next person in line. Pulling her ID out of her bra, slightly bowed and smiled at the very intimidating men at the door. They seemed like giants compared to her standing barely at 5 foot 2. She waited nervously as they seem too take few moments to look her ID over thoroughly. “Barely 18 I see,” one giant said to her causing her to blush lightly. “Yes, sir.” She replied so softly it was almost impossible to hear her over the music coming from inside. Walking slowly inside after they returned her ID and wished her a good time, she couldn’t help but have her jaw drop at the massive erotic nature of the place. “Oh my, it is a Host bar!” she exclaimed. “I hope Sabrina is around here somewhere.” Speaking to herself as she walked around the club looking for the only person she knew. She had never been in a place like this before, everywhere she looked caused her to blush intensely. Everyone seemed to be quite comfortable with their sexuality and she secretly wished she could be that open. Not seeing Sabrina anywhere, Chise made her way towards the bar sitting quietly at the far end by herself. She waited for one of the very attractive bartenders to come her way. Maybe they knew Sabrina and could tell her where to find her new friend. At the very least good get her some sake to calm her nerves.

 

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LadyBelz: –About two hours after the club opened, the DJ eased down the music, grabbing up the microphone, wincing a bit as a small whine of feedback echoed through the club. “Apologies for that…Ladies and Gentlemen of Deathclub…We want to thank you for coming out tonight…If we can all grab a glass and raise high in salute to our gal, Inga. All of us at DC appreciate the well-wishes for her speedy recovery…To Inga.” As one, everyone raised their glass and shouted: “TO INGA!” The DJ set down his own drink and came back on the mic. “And now, as a special treat for you, may I direct your attention to the stairs, as Death club’s own starlet, Ms Mia, prepares to tantalize your minds and tease your senses…” He flipped a few switches and as the opening notes of Annie Lennox’s “Cold”  began to play, a spotlight pointed to the top of the stairs, bathing a Mia in its faint white light. She was wearing a see-through black shift that was open in front and long in the back, her feet encased in white go-go boots. Her midnight black hair gleamed like dark water in the light, giving her an ethereal look. Her arms were up and crossed at the wrist, hiding her face from view. The music began to pick up in tempo and her arms moved outward, like a newly born butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Her green eyes opened wide, stunningly bright in their intensity. She extended her arms out in front, as if reaching for something she could not have, before drawing them back toward her curved body, head dipping low to use her hair as a curtain to hide her face. Returning her arms to her side, and her body back into an upright position, she took a single motion forward, placing one booted foot on the next step down, turning sideways to expose one muscled thigh to her captivated audience. Reaching out once again, she dropped low, grinding the hell of one boot into her ass, and adding a little grinding motion as she smoothed her hands over the cups of her bra, her already sensitive nipples from her earlier administrations hardening once again at the attention. 30 seconds into the song, she ripped off her shift and tossed it behind her, revealing the matching see-through bra and thong that encased her gorgeous body to every eye who cared to look, the tips of her areola just visible over the top edge of the bra cups. She slowly began moving down the rest of the stairs, using the railing whenever possible as a prop, showing off a liquid fluidity to her movements that some compared to a mermaid slicing through water.-

 

 

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iShatteredSanity: -Life had begun to fill in the club. Nothing seemed to remind anyone of what had happened just a few days ago when Inga was slashed by that bitch that went by the name Lucy. While one would expect the morale to be low, all the staff did their best not to let anyone know that; the show had to go on after all. On his corner and after getting a sift kiss from Dix’s lips, Demetrios looked at the crowd that had begun dancing and swaying their bodies in the music. Everyone was a pro, from the bartenders to the dancers and to the bouncers. But he focused back on his adorable one, Dix. She was his port to anchor his ship, his final destination, his serenity of the discord. He looked at her while she poured him his drink and smiled at her the whole time, even when she brought it for him.- [Demetrios.] “Thank you babygirl.” –He said and had a sip of his drink, licking his lips afterwards and winking at Dix. He knew that she was busy, so he did not wish to disturb her at all and decided to look around. The redhead Irish though made him wonder if she was there to work or to piss others off. Taking out his cellphone he typed a message and sent it to Helena. The message read “Watch her carefully.” That was a message that Helena saw on one of the monitors and she sent back a reply that read “Noted.”. And with that, Demetrios put the device back in his pocket, looking around. So far, so good. But they said that there is a silence before the storm. And the storm finally came. It came in the form of a tanned beauty with long black hair that made everyone’s jaw drop on the floor, caused immense drooling, massive hard ons and a few ejaculations; all of that just by watching. As for the women, some of them looked at Mia as she performed her show, others got aroused while others just ignored her. But damn, that was some show. The man in the weird attire was staring at Mia, admiring the beauty of that woman, but she was not his type; but he had to admit, she did give him a hard boner. Chuckling to himself and shaking his head, the man in the weird attire headed at the bar where he sat on an empty stool after making sure that it was clean and did not shimmer from any fluids. He then looked at the black haired beauty with the pale skin. Yahoo, that was it. She was his type of woman. As for the other one, well, she was alright. Though once he noticed the man with the tattooed face, the many piercings and the dogtags on his neck, he realized that there was something going on. Laughing to himself he later shook his head. “Well, I guess that I was not so lucky”, he thought and looked at her once again.- [Man.] “Ano, one Corona with lime please.” –The man’s accent had a hint of Japanese but also something else, another accent that was met a lot in the Mediterranean countries like Greece. And it was when he ordered his drink when he realized that he was sitting right next to a woman with shaved head, dressed in a rather slutty attire, and right next to her was another copy of hers, still dressed in the same manner but a different color. Hmmm, ying-yang, he thought and shrugged his shoulders, looking back at the bartender and then at the man, focusing on his dogtags. Since he was only a few feet away he could see the letters on them; Greek. His eyes narrowed a bit and he looked at the man again who looked at him.- [Demetrios.] “Can I help you bro?” –Demetrios always spoke in a Greek accent, and when the man heard Demetrios speak, he smiled and replied.- [Man.] “Opoia petra ki an sikoseis, enan Ellina tha vreis apo kato. (translation: No matter what rock you may lift, you will find an Greek underneath it.).” –Demetrios looked at the man and tilted his head to the side.- [Demetrios] “You Greek too? This calls for celebration. Dix?” –He looked at Dix and smiled softly.- “Can you please bring us 4 rounds of tequila shots?” –He said and looked at the man. The man looked back at Demetrios and extended his arm.- [Alexandros.] “Name’s Alexandros, Alexandros Moschos. Pleasure to make you’re an acquaintance—” –Alexandros made a pause and looked at the dogtags of Demetrios, his eyes widening as he looked back at him.- “YOU! Re malaka? Den to pistevo. Dimitri? (translation: You asshole? I can’t believe it. Demitri?).” –Alexandros shouted and Demetrios looked back at him.- [Demetrios] “You gotta be fucking kidding me! How the fuck did you end up here?” –Demetrios said and pulled Alexandros in an embrace, each one of them hitting each other’s back. || Meanwhile outside, the group of the men in suits that were previously waiting, they finally made a move with the white haired man leading the way. Ivan looked at Nikolai and they both nodded to each other, knowing who that person was.- [Ivan.] “He is here. We shall proceed as planned.” –Ivan said through the radio communication. Helena heard that message and nodded, looking at Anna while shaking.- [Helena] “It’s showtime Anna.” –Helena said. Back outside. The man who led the way was none other but Viktor, the ex abuser off Helena. He did not bother to flash any ID, he merely shot a glare at Ivan and Nikolai who merely shrugged their shoulders and let them all in. Once the last person was in, Ivan spoke again on the communication.- [Ivan.] “They are in, 10 of them including Viktor.” –That was what was said while another message was sent to Demetrios’ cellphone that read “Showtime.”-

 

 

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CharlotteCarrendar: – And so it would commence, with Dixie and the new girl Maggie Malone, to kick it off behind the bar, but there was a new face that emerged from the store room, and he was big, and I mean, BIG. Austrian, built like a sherman tank, and blonde, oh so blonde. He was wearing a fish net top, and his rippling muscles underneath it sent any woman’s heart a flutter. Well, almost any woman. “You have GOT to be kidding me? Who ordered the Swiss cheese?” Maggie fell back and clasped her hand over her bosom. “Stall the Ball, if I am not the luckiest Jammy this side of Dublin.”- The jolly blonde giant set down a crate of beer and then started to flex his muscles. “I am Nikolas….but you ladies…call me Nick…the Dick.” Both women’s eyes suddenly lowered to his incredibly long bulge, that went down his left jean leg all the way to his knee. “Oh..” Dixie started to say..”MY..GOD!” Maggie let rip and then applauded. “I have no idea who does the hiring, I just want to say…AYE..AYE and I want to see hape of ‘im behind the bar. He’s so big it ain’t gas.” This was turning into a bit of a circus behind the bar, and people were now having to shout there orders, as the girl’s composed themselves. “Right…what…what was I doing?…Oh yeah Grey Goose.” -she went off to make another as Maggie saw the bald Twins make their way to the bar and take a seat. “This just keeps getting grand..I say…what a scatter this lot are.” – Corsica stood, or rather leaned on the back with one hand reaching for the back of Candice’s neck and stroking it as she spoke. “JD, ice, just two for now.” she placed her order with Maggie, who went off to make it and kept staring at Corsica who was checking out Dixie as well. Corsica leaned over to Candice and casually bit her ear lobe, sucking it into her mouth and flicking it, as Dixie turned around and then caught sight of the twins, starting to make out at the bar. “And I thought Inga and I were bad….sheesh. God I miss her.” Out of the din, a girl’s voice was heard, trying to get her order through. “Er.. V-v-v-vodka on ‘de r-rocks, p-please.” A good way to get a little guts to dance and go nuts, ja? Maggie was on it right away and poured the vodka over the crushed ice in a crystal glass, setting it down in front of her before taking the euros. “You will have to speak up, Lass!”- she shouted back, the sound from the speakers getting louder, the earth shaking thud was passing through one’s chest. Every so often, Dixie would pass Demetrios, usually on purpose, so she could check him out and get a bit of a thrill. Course, he had company, and thankfully it wasn’t another woman, but another dark haired chap who seemed very familiar. Demetrios placed another order with Dix “Can you please bring us 4 rounds of tequila shots?” Dix smirked watching the two men engage, their interaction like long lost brothers, or one would think, and Dixie got right on it, pouring the four shots and sliding them over. <3>

 

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Captain277: *Unlike her sister, Candice couldn’t put up a cool, don’t-give-a-fuck façade. She leaned over the bar’s counter-top, utterly entranced by the myriad of liquor bottles that stocked its shelves. There were exotic whiskeys in fine crystal bottles with incomprehensible labels. Tall carafes full of a pale, yellow-green drink, stopped with gold-tipped corks lined the higher shelves, each one emblazoned with the device of a Tinkerbell-esque fey clad head to toe in green. The bar had vodka, it had wine, and it had a thousand things in between. Candice had always loved drinking, but she had a tendency to get seriously out of control if she over-indulged; something which her beloved sister regulated heavily. Candice felt a small stab of joy as Corsica ordered two drinks, being careful not to display her hopes that one had her name on it. Glancing sideways at Corsica, Candice’s shoulders relaxed even more as her twin massaged her neck, her soft fingertips rubbing over the smooth PVC surface of Candice’s top like a ghostly wind. Corsica moved in, intent on advertising her mood, and at least half of her inclination, sweeping helpless little Candice up and assailing her ear. Candice whined quietly and whispered as loudly as she could.* Cor, you know what that does to me. I don’t know if now’s the proper time. *She phrased her statement in an apologetic tone, to try and make it clear that she wouldn’t resist her sister, but rather that she was embarrassed by the display. As Corsica continued to tease her, Candice’s eyes locked on the stage performer; an absolutely beautiful Nubian woman who, in spite of her lack of clothing, seemed to have a large portion of the room entranced, as if they were waiting desperately for the rest. Candice felt herself staring along with them, studying the woman’s curves; trying to imagine what the rest of her body looked like underneath her sheer ensemble. The dancer’s peeking Areolas  and the sensual sway of her body as she danced across the stage, did nothing to help assuage her building tension as her sister’s hot breath coursed over the side of her head and down her neck.*

 

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Carrendar: “So…” Said the man sitting next to Igniatus, sliding a bit further closer to her. She eyed him, giving him attention out of politeness, after all, she had nothing else to do. “Are you from around here?” He wasn’t a all too attractive man. He sure as hell wasn’t Iggys age. Much older. Around uncle Bens age, honestly. She shook her head. “N-No. I-I-I’mz ah, f-from Germany ” Damn that stutter. The man shifted in his seat, nodding with a sly smile. “My name is Ric. Yours?” Igniatus licked her lips, and the man.. Ric, jolted in his seat. -Iggy-”Igniatus.” Rics smile widened, looking over Iggy like a new play thing. -Ric- “A pleasure to meet you, Igniatus.” Clearly the man wasn’t from Prague. He accent fitted more from Ireland then anything. At least he didn’t talk like one. “Ja, ands y-you s’well.” She had to talk a little loud due to the music, and Ric seemed to get ready to make a move, when the dancer suddenly appeared. Mia. Mmm, a lovely piece of work. When the Irish girl yelled back to her, she grinned, glancing back at the bald twins, then the… Holy fuck. Nick.. Nick, Nick, Nick. Impressive. It took a while, but she peeled her eyes away from the magnificent sight, looking back to Ric as if he said something. -Ric- “Come dance.” Her blue eyes widened, and she shook her head. -Iggy-” N-nein, let her have ‘de sp-spotslight, ja?” She jerked her chin up to the gorgeous Mia, licking her lips at the thought of tasting that sweet flesh of hers as she danced. God, if Iggy had a dick it would be a full salute right now in honor of this fucking fine ass woman. Her eyes locked on Mia, she twisted in her seat and stole a sip of her drink, placing it back down on the counter, still holding it. Ric watched her reactions, and edged closer to Iggy, a bulge growing in his pants as they became tighter and tighter. Iggy didn’t pay much attention any more, till he decided it was a grand idea to reach out for her hand. Iggy didn’t react TOO badly. She pulled her hand away and looked at him with one of those “Really?” Expressions. He furrowed a brow. -Ric- “Something wrong, lass?” Igniatus took her glass and took a huge swig of it, before setting it back on the table, and moving her purse closer to Maggie. -Iggy-”D-Do m-me a.. Eh, favorr, an’ er.. Hold ‘dis forr me?” She asked, raising her voice in volume so that the Irish girl could hear her. She rose from the stool and started to edge away. Once Maggie gave the okay she would make a dash for the dance floor, joining the other dancing men and woman in the pulsing beat of the music, swaying her hips from side to side and poping down to the floor and back up, her body smoothly moving along with the beat, eyes halfway open as she got lost in the crowd.

 

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LadyBelz: -Ignoring the flurry of activity that seemed to be taking place at the club’s entrance, Mia continued with her dance. Earlier she had asked one of the bouncers to make sure to place a chair in the middle of the dance floor, and it was that spot she moved to, the audience so caught up in watching her, they parted before her like Moses parted the Red Sea, not daring to touch her and breaking the spell she had over them. Reaching the chair, she touched it with one hand, walking around it, adding a little bump and grind motion, pretending like she was entertaining a guest. Coming to a point at the back of the chair, she leaned forward, running both hands up and down the rough fabric, caressing and teasing her invisible lover. The chair tipped back under her weight and she took a moment to adjust her balance before leaning her upper over the chair and setting all four legs back to the floor. Now bent over the chair, she reached back a hand, gently spanking one ass cheek. She let out a low moan, hearing a few answering moans from the bodies surrounding her section of the floor. With a little smirk, she planted her forearms and elbows on the seat of the chair, making sure she had a firm grip before she raised her lower body into a vertical armstand. There were a few catcalls and whistles as she did a modified split in the air, showing the thin strip of material riding up the crack of her ass. Using a little upper body strength (thank you yoga classes), she slid her arms forward, turning her lower half back and using the back of the chair as a slide, sitting upright to the applause of the club patrons. Again, she did a little bump and grin, flipping her hair left and right as her hands roughly shoved her thighs apart, another low moan caught in her throat as she brushed the teeth marks now covered up by concealer.-


The Men in Black.

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Roleplay Group : The Death Club

A New Cold War

The Men in Black

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Writer : CharlotteCarrendar

In the basement car park of a ritzy Prague hotel, a black BMW pulls up into a space and the lights are turned off, the engine turned off, as the driver waits patiently for the meeting. Ira drums his leather clad fingers on the steering wheel, every so often checking the time on his dash board. 9.09pm. thankfully, no one else is on that floor, and he does a quick check, glancing around, just to be sure. A quick thump with his hand against the steering wheel out of frustration, and then his interest is piqued, by the vision of a car’s headlights flooding the ramp that leads to the lower level car park. Checking his cell phone briefly, he quickly swears in Hebrew, then opens his car door, alighting from the vehicle. Ira stands with one hand on the door, and then slams it shut, on seeing the oncoming car stop. The car is wet from the rain that had been falling heavily outside in the streets of Prague. The windscreen wipers stop, and Ira can clearly make out the driver, and the passenger in the back who is wearing a black suit and black hat. The driver gives a nod, and Ira makes his way across to the newly arrived limousine, getting in the back, and coming face to face with his superior, Uri Amar; Code name : Jackal.

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The Jackal was wearing a black tuxedo, and dressed for a premiere that evening, with a flower in his button hole. Beside him sat a beautiful woman, who was of Asian appearance, dressed in a traditional gown; a black and white kimono with her hair elegantly swept up, and finished with long metal hair pins, that had small trinkets hanging from them. She regarded Ira with a discerning eye, and then tilted her head towards Uri, who had his heavily ringed fingers interlocked. It was almost like he was waiting for Ira to speak, and Ira reached up and tugged at his collar nervously. Being around the Jackal, always unnerved him, even after the years of training and service to both him and the Israeli government. The young woman lent closer to Uri and spoke softly in Japanese, causing Uri to burst out laughing.

“Ahahaha. She likes you, and would love to eat sushi off your naked body.” – Uri said, with a malicious grin. He reached for the young woman’s hand and patted it. “Maybe later, but now, we must all talk about Viper. As you know, Ira, she was supposed to be in London by now, working on the Brennan case. You can understand my feelings on this, Ira. YOU…were supposed to make sure she finished up her business here.”- Uri brought the young girl’s hand up to his lips to kiss, all the while keeping a sharp eye on Ira for his reaction. Naturally, Ira was growing uncomfortable with his Superior’s behaviour, and this young woman with him, looked to be “on the books” Uri noted the facial expressions that Ira displayed, and then he released the young woman’s hand, and offered an introduction. “Ah…where are my manners. Ira, meet my Japanese operative, Lotus.”- You could hear the way that Uri said her name, as it rolled off his tongue, that he was also quite taken with her. A beauty, that matched her code name, but was she another one of his creations, like Ayalah before her. It had seemed that Uri loved to be in the company of such women, but also, he trained them, and that was what he was best known for in the circles of the underground intelligence agencies. Lotus nodded politely, and you could hear the gentle chime of her hair pins.

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With pleasantries over, Uri clapped his hands together. His face suddenly becoming clouded; as though he was about to erupt. Gone was the false face of the Joker, and replaced with a menacing look, of a man clearly displeased with the situation. Uri inhaled deeply through his nostrils, and then exhaled as he spoke.

“I do not invest so much worth into one of my agents, to have her go MISSING, Ira. YOU were supposed to make sure she got on her flight. Time is of the essence. NOW, tell me about this Russian bastard who thinks he can take my Viper…eh?!” His voice boomed loudly, and the young woman beside him, pulled out her fan, snapping it open and waving it fiercely. Both waiting for Ira’s response. Ira removed his data pad from his coat, and tapped in a few digits, then slid his finger across, bringing up the images of Yuri, the man at the centre of the operation.

“As you know, Viper was hired to track down a woman that had left his employ, a straight forward job, by our standards. Payment was organised, the sting operation on the gym was a success and then the intelligence files were obtained, and we were able to get everything on the people employed by the Death Club, including the mark. That was supposed to be the end of it, but then she got asked to see the final show, at the Death Club, by some thug, named Vlad. From the words of one of the surviving bar staff, an Australian, it turns out the creeps decided to take Ayalah as well, as the mark. We were double crossed.” Uri brought his hands together, palms flat, with both index fingers pointing up as he listened. “Go on.” Uri said with a voice of authority, as Lotus kept looking between the men. “From what Ayalah has told me, this Yuri, was into human trafficking, extortion, drugs, the black market…you name it. BUT he had an eye for the beautiful women, and it looks like, he found a reason to want to keep Ayalah.” Uri rocked back and forth a bit, tapping his fingers together, still listening. Ira pursed his lips tight, angry at himself for not going with her to the final night of the Death Club. “Last thing Viper said was trust me, I be fine.” The Israeli agent brought his hand up to the top of his head, and racked it through his hair, before shaking his head. “I have done my own investigation into this…Yuri. Quite simply he is a dog. His treatment of women, and the services he offers to those willing to pay.” That was enough for the Jackal, and he hummed under his breath, before turning to look at Lotus, taking both her hands, fan included and squeezing them tight.

“My dear, our date tonight is cancelled. You are to join Ira, and go to Russia. If it is beautiful women, that attract him from his kennel, then…we shall parade the most beautiful woman in Asia, for his….pleasure.” Lotus seemed to freeze, as Uri held her hands, and arched a shapely brow. Uri brought both her hands up to his lips and kissed them. “As much as you mean to me, I prize my Viper highly….SO..get out of the car.” The driver was heard to chuckle, while the Asian beauty glared at the front of the car, then opened the car door in a hurry and got out, muttering something in Japanese. Once she was out, Uri took out an envelope, and passed it to Ira. “Everything you will need is inside, to get you into the country. False passports, and of course, you will be working under the Israeli Aerospace Industries, as a Professor, since they have secured a contract with the Russian government to make of all things…drones. Once in the capital, you are to make contact with our Russian intelligence agency operative, his name and contact details are in the envelope, along with sufficient cards to get you enough cash as you need it.” He then lent forward, and urged Ira closer. “A word of warning; about the Lotus. Do not underestimate her. Ever. I am entrusting you with a delicate flower, when the time comes, let her do her job. This is what she is trained for.” Ira stuffed the envelope into his coat pocket and was about to get out of the car, to join Lotus, when Uri seized his arm, gripping it with such force, you would swear the old man still had a lot of power left in him. “If you do not bring back my Viper…..do not come back.” Uri released his grip and slapped his arm heartily, like it was a joke, flashing that menacing smile. Ira didn’t waste another second, getting out of the limo and standing beside the stunning Lotus, as the Limousine as it pulled away and then drove out of the car park, tyres squealing.

Ira could feel the burning glare of Lotus, without even having to look at her. She would obviously be surely pissed that she missed out on her evening with Uri, to have to go on assignment with the hapless looking Ira. Trying to make light of the situation, he asked.

“Fancy some Chinese?” The look he did get when he turned to face her was one of pure death. She snapped her fan closed and raised her head. “Take me to my apartment, so that I may get packed for the trip. …. NOW!” Ira jogged to his car, and quickly opened the door for her, as she shuffled over in her getas, and got inside, cursing in Japanese. As he slammed the door, he had to wonder, who had the worse temper, Ayalah, or the Lotus. One thing was for certain, this was not going to be a smooth operation, by any standards. The Israelis were now moving their pawns, in this international game of chess. Question was which Queen would be rescued, and which one would fall? <3>

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The Secret life of Lotus.

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Role play Group : The Death Club

A New Cold War.

The Secret life of Lotus.

Writer : CharlotteCarrendar.

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Location : Moscow Domodedovo Airport, Moscow
Arrival : 4 Mar 6.30am Flight number 7R 106 Gate 4

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-Flight 7R 106 from Prague to Domodedovo Airport, was being taxied into the terminal, with many a Russian coming home from working in various parts of Europe. Two of the passengers however, looked anything but Russian. Seated in first class, Ira and his Japanese counterpart, Lotus, were unfastening their seat belts, and preparing to disembark the plane. The trip had been incredibly tiring, and Ira for one, just wanted to get to their hotel room and crash out on the bed. The Israeli stretched and yawned, before running his right hand through his unkempt dirty blonde locks, before casting his gaze at Lotus, who had barely spoken to him for the entire flight. To describe Lotus, would be to say she was the epitome of what an Asian courtesan should be; delicate and beautiful to a fault. With porcelain like skin that was painted white, that had certain softness about it, however it was contradicted by her fierce gaze. How could a woman of such beauty, be so cold and hard headed? The persona which she would parade before the Russians would be that of a Geisha ; the most impeccable form of Japanese art. A woman who is taught from a very young age (starting from 3-5 years), to be able to entrance her male customers with music, dance, and conversation.

But Lotus was set apart from those Geishas of modern day Japan. Lotus had mastered the skills of sexual pleasures, that would leave a man captivated, not only by her beauty, but also addicted to her lithe body and ways of making a man feel like an Emperor, both above and beneath the sheets. Those that had encountered Lotus before on previous operations were left salivating and desiring more. One Sheik, was so taken with Lotus, that he wished her to take a place in his Harem, to which, she denied him, and he was so fraught with despair, that he ended up taking his own life. Many clients usually go about offering an array of gifts; money, jewels, and in some cases houses, so that they may come and enjoy her services privately. Not bad for an assassin, who was all of the age of just twenty one years.

Lotus however was an operative, who simply used this guise, to help her get into the high fliers set of world finance and government, with relative ease. It would appear that men with a great deal of money, often tire of the usual parade of models and escorts, preferring something a little different, and none could compare with the delights of the fabled “Lotus.” Uri’s idea was simple. By having Lotus arrive in Moscow, and setting up with their operative based in the capital, they would make sure that word had got out of her availability to the Russian money men and the mob. Words of whispers, around board rooms and state functions with as little as two outings, was certain to be enough honey to lure the big boys of Russian society. And there was no bigger bee, than Yuri himself. That was what the entire operation counted on, and it was his ace in the deck, to get his Viper back.

Rising from her seat, other passengers of the first class, actually stood back, in awe of the sight of a Geisha, dressed traditionally. Many had whispered, and cast glances back at her during the flight, however, she gave them no such attention in return. Lotus’s scarlet-fringed collar of her kimono hung very loosely in the back to accentuate the nape of her neck, which is considered a primary erotic area in Japanese sexuality. Lotus wore the same white makeup for her face on her nape, leaving two or sometimes three stripes of bare skin exposed. Her kimono was bright and colourful with an elaborately tied obi hanging down to her ankles. She would only be able to take very small steps and her footwear were traditional wooden shoes called okobo, which stand nearly ten centimetres in height. Lotus did not even wait for Ira, who took it upon himself, to get her bags, as well as his from the overhead locker above their seats. Lotus bowed politely to the Captain, who had even left the cockpit, to see the radiant Geisha for himself, going as far as to remove his hat and bow back to her. Though if you were to look into his eyes, you could see he was mentally undressing her. Ira fell in line with the other passengers, as they disembarked from the plane, giving the Captain something of a stern look, then jogging to catch up with Lotus, as they made their way to the baggage collection depot. Their only concern now was getting through customs, with little to no fuss, then meeting up with their Russian counterpart, who had arranged with Uri, to collect them from the airport, and take them back to their chosen hotel for de briefing.

Now caught up alongside her, as she shuffled along in her okobos, Ira couldn’t help himself.”Look, if we are going to work here together, the least you could do, is acknowledge me, in some capacity.” Many a traveller, actually stopped as they watched the odd couple go past, with the scruffy and unkempt attire of Ira and the immaculate Geisha, who appeared to still be ignoring him. Ira was by no means an unattractive man, far from it. In fact he had set many a woman’s heart aflutter, but there was truly only one woman for him. Only one, that could have him turn to putty in her hands. Ayalah. The same woman who had also won the heart of the Boss, who had gone to drastic measures, of getting a plant, inside Yuri’s compound. This was done to make sure that his “Viper” knew that help was on the way.

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Reaching the baggage area, where the flights was to have the bags brought out and go around on the round conveyor belts, Lotus stood silently, waiting for their bags to make their way round before them. A face of no emotion, she tilted her head just so, to the left, observing a large bear of a man in a black fur coat and trilby hat, watching from beyond the customs counters. Clearly, this was either their counterpart, or some brute who found the Japanese Geisha alluring….or both. Ira was fishing about in his coat for his papers and passport, when Lotus, finally broke her silence. “We are being watched.” Lotus said simply. Ira glanced around at the other passengers, and then lent towards her ear, and whispered back. “Not sure if you realise this, but we have been the focus of an entire plane of passengers, this whole trip. *Ira appeared incredulous, that she could suggest such at thing* “You are just noticing it now?” Ira’s question was one of confusion. ~I thought this girl was on the game~ He thought to himself. Truth of the matter was, she was right. The bear like black coat wearing Russian, who was also sporting dark ray ban knock-offs, then waved in their direction. The bags finally came past, and Ira reached for each, placing them on a small trolley, that they would use to transport them over to Customs, where there were some very serious looking officials….with big semi automatic machine guns, and dogs.

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Reaching the customs desk, Ira took both their suitcases and presented them to the customs officers, two very stern looking staff members. The woman, with her blonde hair caught up fast in a tight bun, gave Lotus a look that would kill, deep blue eyes, and her mouth, puckered tighter than a cat’s ass. She held her hands in behind her, but you could hear the dull tap of her leather gloves. Lotus, didn’t flinch, keeping her cool, as her papers were read and then stamped with approval to enter Russia. A lanky man, with a shorn head and scar down the right cheek, opened up both bags, one at a time, and with gloves on, searched through them for prohibited items. Finding nothing, he dumped everything back in their bags haphazardly, while another officer came up to approve Ira’s papers and passport.

“Добро пожаловать в Москву, доктор Blumenkrantz. Вы и ваши коллеги могут свободно пройти.”
{translation: Welcome to Moscow, Doctor Blumenkrantz. You and your colleague are free to go through.)

Taking back their papers, and shaking hands with the officer, Ira tidied up their belongings, as Lotus waited for them to press on, and meet up with the eager looking man in the black bear coat. Falling in behind Ira this time, Lotus shuffled along until the large man came before them and snatched the bags from Ira with a broad grin. Ira looked set to take him on, but there was a jovial tone to the Russian’s voice, when he spoke loudly.

“Я вижу, вы оба сделали это через таможенную без суеты. Очень хорошо. Я Петр, ваш … Таксист … ха! А что у нас здесь, доктор. Я вижу, вы принесли мне вкус Востока . Очень красивый пакет. Но мы идем, у меня есть автомобиль только снаружи … пришел … ну, вы оба “.
{translation: “I see you both made it through the customs no fuss. Very good. I am Peter, your …cab driver…HA! And what have we here, Doctor. I see you have brought me a taste of the orient. Very nice package. But we go, I have my car just outside…come…come on, both of you.”)

Ira allowed Peter to take the bags, and then offered his arm to Lotus, who promptly ignored him again, and shuffled along behind Peter. Another hundred paces or so, they reached the doors that lead out to where the taxis were all lined up, and Peter took their bags around to the back, opening the boot, and tossing the bags in, before slamming the boot back down. The taxi was not terribly large, more like a family sedan, but it was a BMW, that had to say something. Peter opened the back passenger door for Lotus, who glided in, with the sound of her hair pins chiming merrily. Peter could not help but wink at the Asian beauty, slamming the door hard, so hard you would think it would fall off its hinges. Ira got in the front passenger side, and when Peter got in his side of the car, it dipped down due to his bulk. Ira reached across himself, and drew the seatbelt across, while Peter started the engine. Flicking on the indicator, and then pulling out into the traffic, he followed the stream of cars, and buses, for the new motorway, that would take them back on the twenty two kilometre journey to Moscow. With Katy Perry playing on the radio, Peter, decided to speak in broken English to the pair.

“Word from the Jackal, is that he will not be joining you on this mission, Comrades. Apparently, two of those boys, from the errr Death Club, disrupted their take off from Prague. So….he sends his regards.”

Peter glanced in the rear vision mirror at Lotus and made a low whistling sound.
“Oh..that Yuri, he has taste for the finer things in life…and nothing is finer, than a Geisha. I know, when he gets wind of you being in Moscow, my Dear, he will be sure to make contact through his men. There is a ball to celebrate the latest Israeli- Russian co operative in the Drones programme. That is where you come in, Wolf.”

This was the first time, that Ira’s code name had been uttered by another outside of their organisation. Peter gestured to the glove compartment, which Ira opened, only to have a display monitor come up and appear on the dash board. The screen showed the Israeli government symbol, and then Uri appeared on the screen. He was seated at a desk, with two female operatives standing in behind him, both wearing camouflage fatigues, and dark sunglasses, their hair bound up behind them. Uri, looked fierce. And they were about to find out why.

“Ira, Lotus, good to see you have both arrived safely in Moscow. As Peter would have informed you, I am not coming over. Let’s just say, I HATE GREEK FAGGOTS!” Uri slammed his ring covered fist on the desk, the veins on his neck looking set to pop out of his skin. Composing himself by pulling on his own collar, the chief then cracked his neck and smiled back at the camera. “I have arranged for you to both to stay at the Le Royal Meridien National Hotel, where you will have adjoining suites. I know that Lotus likes her privacy, and considering her mission, I think it only fair she get at least that.”

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Ira shrugged, having really not having spoken to Lotus the entire trip, and said. “Not got a problem with that, Jackal. So this Ball, you really think that Yuri’s men will be there?” It was a fair question, and while Peter was driving erratically on the motor way, and swearing at other motorists, Uri answered his question.

“I have someone already planted within Yuri’s compound. One that is passing information, not only back to me, but also, to let Ayalah know that help is coming. We understand she is held in solitary, in some small cell in the lower part of his estate. Word from the operative is that not only is Yuri’s men going, but Yuri, himself. So…make sure that you have my Lotus flower ready to bloom, and do what she was sent to do, while you….you bring back my Viper!” Uri’s finger pointed and stabbed toward the screen repeatedly, before the signal was lost, and then the screen folded back into the glove compartment. Peter chuckled under his breath, as they finally reached the city. Such beautiful buildings, a stark contrast from that of Jerusalem. Pulling up the car just outside the front entrance near the corner, Peter lent on the willow and pointed out at the front doors.

“Here we are, Comrades. the Le Royal Meridien National Hotel. The jewel in the crown. Beautiful rooms, and…beds too. HA! But another time for such tales of Peter. We will be in touch. Oh, and tell your beautiful Lotus, I like to use chopsticks when eating out.” Lotus gave the driver a foul look, as Ira got out and opened her door, helping her up onto the curb and then retrieving their bags from the boot. Two bangs with his hand, and the cab took off into the traffic, leaving Lotus and Wolf, standing on the pavement. For a moment, Lotus appeared perplexed, as though she was disappointed by something. Ira reached down and picked up the bags, and paused as he was waiting for her to go first. “Uri sure knows how to pick the fancy hotels. Wouldn’t you agree?” Lotus simply raised her head and looked up at the building before them. It was truly beautiful.

“Are you upset about that Peter? Surely you wouldn’t let someone like him bother you. Being, well…you. I still don’t get the whole Geisha thing you got going on. I mean, I thought they were all demure and shit…..and you aren’t like that at all.” This was probably the first time that Ira had really strung together a few sentences towards trying to make a conversation with Lotus, who for most of the trip was a closed shop. But it turned out that Lotus, did have a voice, after all. Turning on him, she gave a smile that would melt the heart of an ordinary man on the spot.

“Geishas are not submissive and subservient, Ira, but in fact we are some of the most financially and emotionally successful and strongest women in Japan, and traditionally have been so.”

Well, she can talk civilized. Who would have thought? This actually made Ira smile back. Not wanting to stand out in the cold a moment longer, he headed for the front entrance, where the doors were opened by the doorman, who wore a red uniform, with gold trim and matching hat. Lotus bowed to the doorman, and shuffled inside, while Ira handed over the bags to a bellboy, and went over to reception to check them both in. Uri had gone to a great deal of trouble, making sure they were staying in the Presidential suite, and with spectacular views of the city from their windows. Both Lotus and Wolf, were tired from their journey thus far, and went to their separate rooms, where Lotus went about the task of removing the kimono, and taking off all the makeup and becoming her usual self.

A few hours later, the door between Ira and Lotus’s door opened, to reveal a captivating woman, free of all the finery of being a Geisha. For now, she was simply, Masiko Kaori . Her hair was brushed so it was straight down, rather then pulled up into the fancy style of the geisha. She wore very little makeup and a sweet simple dress, as opposed to the full on kimono. Ira who had been reading a book in bed, sat up, bare chested and only wearing boxers. He was somewhat stunned to see Lotus like this. She was simply beautiful.

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“Now I know why you are called the Lotus. Like a flower falling from a tree. Unbelievable.” For a moment, Ira totally forgot why he was even in Moscow, he even forgot the beautiful Ayalah. Masiko padded over towards the bed, sitting herself down and using her left hand placed down flat, to balance herself. She stared at him with gorgeous dark brown eyes, framed in such a sweet face. You would think that butter couldn’t melt in her mouth. But there was more to the Lotus, than just a pretty face. She was deadly, only Ira had yet to see an example of her prowess. For now she seemed like an ordinary girl that walked the streets of Japan. Ira had to ask to ask the question.

“How does a Geisha, become an assassin?”

Masiko smirked, and ran her fingers back through her hair, tipping her head up towards the ceiling.

“That, is a long story. One I am not sure you want to hear.” Masiko teased, as the corners of her mouth crept up into a smile.

“Try me.” Ira said, easing back into his pillow, and discarding his book. “I love bed time stories.” <3>

 


The Secret life of Lotus – Part Two.

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Roleplay Group : The Death Club

A New Cold War.

The Secret life of Lotus – Part Two.

Writer : CharlotteCarrendar

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-Seated at the edge of Ira’s bed, Masiko let out a gentle sigh, looking away from him as he tossed his book away. “I like bedtime stories.” He said with a smile, feeling that he was about to enjoy hearing more than just a single sentence from the elusive “Lotus”. From the time Ira had met the Japanese operative in the back of Uri’s limo; till touching down in Russia, she had barely said two words, keeping up the facade of a woman who was destined to be the secret weapon to free Ayalah from her Russian captors. Seeing her now, dressed so simply, her pure jet black hair, so smooth, and brushed straight, the natural beauty of her skin, free of makeup; it was hard to believe she was the same person. It was as though, removing the finery and paint, she had managed to strip back to the innocent girl beneath, the flower had been exposed. But no matter how one appears, we can never truly see into their minds, into their hearts. We all wear masks at some point, but our reasons for wearing them, vary from person to person. Was this just another mask? And would Masiko tell the greatest secret of all? The Secret life of Lotus.

A Child should be seen, and not heard.

Ira took another pillow, and placed it in behind his head, easing back and getting comfortable, the sheet that covered part of his abdomen falling back and revealing more of his olive skin, the start of his hair line to his boxers prominent, and once he was settled, he eased both hands back to behind his head, and with a tilt of his head, he asked. “Okay well, I’m ready.” There was warmth to his smile; there was no doubt about it, when she heard that Ira’s code name was Wolf. He had a rugged exterior, along with his unkempt hair, so shaggy, when he did not have it combed back. Ira had an approachable manner, and coupled with the fact he was in a relaxed state, you could presume, that if he had a tail, it would be wagging at this point in time. Masiko appeared to be gathering her thoughts, as though what she was about to disclose, was like releasing a genie from its bottle. A quick snort through her nostrils, and she again brushed her hair back with her hand, perhaps in a nervous gesture, something you wouldn’t often see from the Asian beauty. “I believe your question was, how does a Geisha become an Assassin?” – Masiko said, turning her head to look back at Ira directly. “You should really ask, what is a Japanese girl doing working for a man like Uri?” Resuming her gaze back at the window, that gave a wondrous view of Moscow, she waited politely for Ira to respond. Naturally, Ira shrugged his shoulders, and locked his fingers together tighter behind his head, arching a dark eyebrow, his smile seeming to fade. That was actually a very good question, and he had wondered, why, but not been bold enough to ask, since she had been so standoffish.

Wetting her lips with her tongue, and not bothering to face him again, Maiko asked. “How long have you known Uri?” Her tone was softer, but why, and why now was she asking him questions? Ira released his fingers from behind his head, and using his right hand, gave his head a scratch, closing his left eye, while he pondered her question. “About five years, he was one of the officers to train me. He is a great man…hard headed, and a genius in my books. Only wish I knew more about his obsession with women. Never could fathom that.” It was true, Uri surrounded himself with beautiful women, both socially and when it came to training his operatives. Ira gathered that Masiko was just another in a long line, like….Ayalah. When Masiko didn’t turn to look at him and continue to speak, Ira paused, and then asked. “My turn to ask you, *Ira lowered his hands to rest on the mattress and cocked his head to the side, asking*…” how long have you known him?”

Masiko’s hand that was propping her up on the edge of the bed suddenly drew in the fabric beneath, as she scrunched it into her fist, like a cat kneading a blanket. Ira’s eyes darted down, like he was taking stock of her body language, feeling something was off. But ever patient, he waited for her to respond in her own time. Her answer would have his jaw drop in shock.

“All of my life.” * Masiko said, not even pausing as she continued* “My earliest recollections are but blurs, like a distorted dream. Not even sure if its real.. I can still remember the voices, raised, coming from “her” room….then there was that time…my Mother…she…*Masiko caught herself, and then chuckled softly*…”Ira, there is a western saying, “Children are to be seen and not heard.” Masiko rolled her eyes as she said this, like in her mind, she was reliving the moments. Playing it out again, and what she was seeing, was shocking, and changed her, marking her soul. “I doubt he knew I was there, watching them…watching him.” Ira sat forward; more curious than anything of where this was leading. If what she was suggesting was true, Uri knew her Mother, intimately. Masiko shot a sideways glance at Ira and simply nodded. Confirming what he presumed to be true.

“My father was the Ambassador to Israel, my Mother ‘the ever faithful wife.’ *You could hear the sarcasm in her voice, positively dripping.* “They were very well known in the social circles, and I understand that Uri met her at a dinner. From the photographs, I have seen, my Mother was captivating, charming; the perfect hostess. This was before I was born of course.” Releasing the sheet from her grip, she smoothed the sheet out, and took a sharp breath, as though what would come next was incredibly painful.

“Whenever Uri came to visit, he always brought “her” with him.” Masiko said, frowning and her hand froze on the sheet. “This girl had beautiful red hair; she was a little bit older than me, a few months at best. Uri would always send us outside to play, while he met with my Mother. My father had been returning to Tokyo, quite a lot in those years, leaving us behind. Family issues, he would say… Ha! Maybe if he had paid more attention, not been so blind, to see what was happening right under his nose, he would have seen what was becoming of his own family.”

Curiosity now had the better of the Wolf, as Ira narrowed his gaze, and then asked then the obvious.

“Who was the girl that Uri brought with him, for you to play with? I have already worked out from your words, what Uri was up too, it does not take a fool to see.” Ira was intrigued, and then the puzzle piece fell into place. Masiko held her head high, looking even regal for a moment, but there was the pursing of her lips, a tightness of her skin across her cheek bones. The girl was obviously someone that Masiko would come to despise, with all her being, someone that she could never be….someone, that Uri would move the earth for. Someone, the Lotus, was in Russia to save.

“Her name…was Ayalah Romach.” <3>

 



The Secret Life of Lotus – Part Two.

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Roleplay Group : The Death Club

A New Cold War.

The Secret life of Lotus – Part Two.

Writer : CharlotteCarrendar

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-Seated at the edge of Ira’s bed, Masiko let out a gentle sigh, looking away from him as he tossed his book away. “I like bedtime stories.” He said with a smile, feeling that he was about to enjoy hearing more than just a single sentence from the elusive “Lotus”. From the time Ira had met the Japanese operative in the back of Uri’s limo; till touching down in Russia, she had barely said two words, keeping up the facade of a woman who was destined to be the secret weapon to free Ayalah from her Russian captors. Seeing her now, dressed so simply, her pure jet black hair, so smooth, and brushed straight, the natural beauty of her skin, free of makeup; it was hard to believe she was the same person. It was as though, removing the finery and paint, she had managed to strip back to the innocent girl beneath, the flower had been exposed. But no matter how one appears, we can never truly see into their minds, into their hearts. We all wear masks at some point, but our reasons for wearing them, vary from person to person. Was this just another mask? And would Masiko tell the greatest secret of all? The Secret life of Lotus.

A Child should be seen, and not heard.

Ira took another pillow, and placed it in behind his head, easing back and getting comfortable, the sheet that covered part of his abdomen falling back and revealing more of his olive skin, the start of his hair line to his boxers prominent, and once he was settled, he eased both hands back to behind his head, and with a tilt of his head, he asked. “Okay well, I’m ready.” There was warmth to his smile; there was no doubt about it, when she heard that Ira’s code name was Wolf. He had a rugged exterior, along with his unkempt hair, so shaggy, when he did not have it combed back. Ira had an approachable manner, and coupled with the fact he was in a relaxed state, you could presume, that if he had a tail, it would be wagging at this point in time. Masiko appeared to be gathering her thoughts, as though what she was about to disclose, was like releasing a genie from its bottle. A quick snort through her nostrils, and she again brushed her hair back with her hand, perhaps in a nervous gesture, something you wouldn’t often see from the Asian beauty. “I believe your question was, how does a Geisha become an Assassin?” – Masiko said, turning her head to look back at Ira directly. “You should really ask, what is a Japanese girl doing working for a man like Uri?” Resuming her gaze back at the window, that gave a wondrous view of Moscow, she waited politely for Ira to respond. Naturally, Ira shrugged his shoulders, and locked his fingers together tighter behind his head, arching a dark eyebrow, his smile seeming to fade. That was actually a very good question, and he had wondered, why, but not been bold enough to ask, since she had been so standoffish.

Wetting her lips with her tongue, and not bothering to face him again, Maiko asked. “How long have you known Uri?” Her tone was softer, but why, and why now was she asking him questions? Ira released his fingers from behind his head, and using his right hand, gave his head a scratch, closing his left eye, while he pondered her question. “About five years, he was one of the officers to train me. He is a great man…hard headed, and a genius in my books. Only wish I knew more about his obsession with women. Never could fathom that.” It was true, Uri surrounded himself with beautiful women, both socially and when it came to training his operatives. Ira gathered that Masiko was just another in a long line, like….Ayalah. When Masiko didn’t turn to look at him and continue to speak, Ira paused, and then asked. “My turn to ask you, *Ira lowered his hands to rest on the mattress and cocked his head to the side, asking*…” how long have you known him?”

Masiko’s hand that was propping her up on the edge of the bed suddenly drew in the fabric beneath, as she scrunched it into her fist, like a cat kneading a blanket. Ira’s eyes darted down, like he was taking stock of her body language, feeling something was off. But ever patient, he waited for her to respond in her own time. Her answer would have his jaw drop in shock.

“All of my life.” * Masiko said, not even pausing as she continued* “My earliest recollections are but blurs, like a distorted dream. Not even sure if its real.. I can still remember the voices, raised, coming from “her” room….then there was that time…my Mother…she…*Masiko caught herself, and then chuckled softly*…”Ira, there is a western saying, “Children are to be seen and not heard.” Masiko rolled her eyes as she said this, like in her mind, she was reliving the moments. Playing it out again, and what she was seeing, was shocking, and changed her, marking her soul. “I doubt he knew I was there, watching them…watching him.” Ira sat forward; more curious than anything of where this was leading. If what she was suggesting was true, Uri knew her Mother, intimately. Masiko shot a sideways glance at Ira and simply nodded. Confirming what he presumed to be true.

“My father was the Ambassador to Israel, my Mother ‘the ever faithful wife.’ *You could hear the sarcasm in her voice, positively dripping.* “They were very well known in the social circles, and I understand that Uri met her at a dinner. From the photographs, I have seen, my Mother was captivating, charming; the perfect hostess. This was before I was born of course.” Releasing the sheet from her grip, she smoothed the sheet out, and took a sharp breath, as though what would come next was incredibly painful.

“Whenever Uri came to visit, he always brought “her” with him.” Masiko said, frowning and her hand froze on the sheet. “This girl had beautiful red hair; she was a little bit older than me, a few months at best. Uri would always send us outside to play, while he met with my Mother. My father had been returning to Tokyo, quite a lot in those years, leaving us behind. Family issues, he would say… Ha! Maybe if he had paid more attention, not been so blind, to see what was happening right under his nose, he would have seen what was becoming of his own family.”

Curiosity now had the better of the Wolf, as Ira narrowed his gaze, and then asked then the obvious.

“Who was the girl that Uri brought with him, for you to play with? I have already worked out from your words, what Uri was up too, it does not take a fool to see.” Ira was intrigued, and then the puzzle piece fell into place. Masiko held her head high, looking even regal for a moment, but there was the pursing of her lips, a tightness of her skin across her cheek bones. The girl was obviously someone that Masiko would come to despise, with all her being, someone that she could never be….someone, that Uri would move the earth for. Someone, the Lotus, was in Russia to save.

“Her name…was Ayalah Romach.” <3>

 


Death on Zombie Mountain – Part Three –“Dead Girls never Tell”

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Roleplay live : Death on Zombie Mountain – Part Three

Dead Girls never tell

 

Writers : DrakonMacar & CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: – There was blood, all over the interior of the office, pooled on the floor, but now dried, handprints on the filing cabinets, smeared down where the vicitims fell. So what was it that brought this horror to the miners and workers at the camp site of Jim’s mining company. It seemed that only one was to have lived through this and be able to tell the tale of the day the mine would close forever. Rick was helping the pair onto their feet. “Ma’am, we are with the Government. And I think you should start by explaining THAT.” Rufus pointed at the felled miner with his portal gun. Tamika the Secretary, was practically white from fear, blood having drained from her face, staring at the felled miner that had been taken out by the wily Rufus. (Tamika)”You people…are goverment? Why…why you no send in the army? Why you no hear our calls? I tried…I tried, on the radio…but day…after day. Another miner, vanishes, and the crews get smaller. Down…down in that pit. Something…something killed them. But…but they come back. They come alive as Zombies, and attacked. Yes…I saw *she points at her own eyes*…I hid…I did, under the office floor. There is a trap door, where we hide provisions, but I never thought I would be hiding myself.”- she looked at Dr Andrea and then wiped the line of blood from her chin- “I thought you were one…I didn’t know. I am the sole survivor.”- Dr Andrea let out a sigh, her right hand still hurting from the punch she made against the Secretary. (Dr Andrea)”Why are you the sole survivor?” – A simple question, but one the secretary was able to answer. Tamika pointed to the mine entrance and said with a tremor- (Tamika)”Cause, I have never been down in the mine.”- The ground then started to shake, with a tremor like force, and Tamika panicked- (Tamika)”THAT IS IT!!…THE EARTH TREMORS BEFORE AN ATTACK!!! GOD HELP US ALL!!”- she then ran off into the scrub, her arms flailing, frightened out of her mind- <3>

DrakonMacar: Rufus had sighed internally and began to shake his head. “Zombies!” Rufus exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air and then facepalming with his right hand. Dodgson groaned and rolled around miserably on his back, struggling to get up. Rick started turning his head, scanning the area around them. Ronald on the other hand was squeeking and scratching at the back of Rufus’ head. The physicist sniffed casually as he paid attention. “Ronald does not like this place. Somethings very wrong here as we all can tell. Before anything else, we need the front gates unlocked. There are heavy padlocks that lard lord, over on the ground there, wouldn’t let us cut or roll over the gates. If you’ve got the keys we can try getting communications functioning here again. We’ve only just now come as there have been no reports from this dig si-” Then the ground shook, the good doctor looked about in a very startled manner. Rick did the same thing, watching the mouth of the mine more so than anything else while Dodgson rolled on the ground helplessly. “An earthquake?” Rick barked as the shaking grew then as quickly as it came, it went. ‘THE EARTH TREMORS BEFORE AN ATTACK!’ Rufus looked over at the screaming woman. “Calm down and stop shouting! Miss, do you have a name and can you unlock the gates so we can get in here to help?!” The physicist was now becoming very curious of what horrors took place at the dig site and what she had witnessed.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dr Andrea took off after the wild eyed Secretary, who was running around in circles, clearly out of her mind with fright. Andrea was fast on her feet, for a woman in heels, and soon caught her up, grabbing her shoulders and turning her around. (Dr Andrea)”Those people back there need you. The locks to the gates. You must know where the key is.”- The frightened secretary trembled in her place. (Tamika)”You don’t understand. The ground, the tremors. Always after that happens, another one dies. Its a sign….Can’t you see?”- Andrea wasn’t having a bar of it, and dragged the woman by the arm back to the camp, pulling her through the vegetation, that whipped around them. As they came out to the clearing, where Rufus had been singing out “Calm down and stop shouting! Miss, do you have a name and can you unlock the gates so we can get in here to help?!” Andrea pushed the woman out in front of her, rather roughly. (Tamika)”Its..its in the office, on the key rack, marked with a blue tag.”- Dr Andrea ran over to the office, opening the door again, and quickly snatched up the key with the blue tag, but also noticing the ransacked office. Something about this did not add up. Why would the zombies be after documents? So many unanswered questions. Slowly, she turned and looked at the door sign. Twenty five men dead, their tiny bodies marked out with a red cross. She ran her fingers across each of the figures on the tilted sign and then called out to Tamika- (Dr Andrea)”How long did it take for this all to happen?” -if she could work out the time line of deaths, and if this was associated with the tremors, then it could lead to what it was that caused the miners to turn to zombies. Looking over at what was left of the miner in the cart, she asked Rufus, as she tossed him the key. (Dr Andrea)”So, are we going down there? Or waiting for backup?” <3>

DrakonMacar: Dodgson had finally managed to get to his feet and was fully enraged again. “YOU DO NOT ANSWER THEM TAMIKA! I am Mr. Dodgson, acting liason between our government and Jim’s Mining Company, I am from our legal department and before they get to ask you anything, you and I are going to the office to have a long talk.” The bulging bastard raved, all but demanding the obedience of all those present. Rufus and Rick made breif eye contact and nodded in silent agreement. “Fats has a point. While the interview is going I need to be present to cross examine her. See if her story adds up. Jim’s Mining hired me out after all.” Rick said, pulling and flicking the toothpick he’d been chewing on. “Doctor Andrea, if you would be so kind as to accompany me to the gate then. We need to at least do a once over on this site.” Rufus motioned as he walked to the gate. “With me, now Tamika. Especially if you’d still like to see a check in your hand from us.” Rick walked up beside Tamika. “It’ll be alright miss. We just need to ask you a few questions is all, you do not need to worr yabout us. Everything is going to be fine.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dodgson really let Tamika have it, scolding her in his enraged voice, shouting till she placed both hands up to her ears, swaying back and forth like an psych patient. Dr Andrea quickly gripped the woman’s hands and pulled them down, before slapping her fair across the face. (Dr Andrea) ~Whack!~ Now you are going to listen to me..and listen good. You are going to go into that office with Mr Dodgson and tell him everything, right from the start, since he is the representative from the company. Okay?” – Dr Andrea certainly didn’t work in human relations, that was for sure, but it seemed to do the trick, as Tamika finally stopped her carrying on. The men seemed to be offering her consul, and even talk that if she wanted a check, she should comply. Nervously, she made her way back to the main office, ready to tell all to the grumpy, overweight lawyer. Dr Andrea pulled her shirt down, as though she was trying to straighten herself up, heading with Rufus to the gate. She shrugged as she rubbed her hands together, saying under her breath. (Dr Andrea)”I hate weak women. I don’t care what she has been through, she needs to get her act together.”- Reaching the gate, the blue key should have been able to be used to unlock the gate, while back at the office, Tamika lead Dodgson inside. (Tamika)”This…all started two months ago. I was brought up here to oversee the shipments being sent from the mines back to Lorewall, but…-she knelt down picking up a shipping document, covered in blood-…the shipments never left.” <3>

DrakonMacar: Dodgson had waddled into the office, barely fitting within. The door to the backroom was unlocked and unoccupied. Nothing more than a few chairs, a cabnet for files and a work desk. Dodgson huffed and groaned to himself in contempt before settling down behind the desk, shoving what little remained on the surface off and slamming his breifcase down. Rick had shut the door behind Dodgson and Tamika, opting to lean on the wall next to the doorway. Inside the back room Dodgson patted himself down again with the hideous handkercheif. “Tamika I’ve been reading up on files and know everything up to seven weeks ago when we last heard from this station. We came up here as there were no communications of any sort or form that can be determined. Near two months gone by and I dare say that not even an inventory report submitted? You are going to tell me what happened, Tamika.” The lawyer said as he opened his breifcase, turning it so she would never see what was within. With his right hand however, he produced an audi recorder and pressed play. “Dodgson, Legal Administration for Jim’s Mining Co. Interview with employee number 457. Tamika, what do you do here?” By the front gate the two scientists began unlocking and discarding the heavy padlocks keeping their transport from entry. “Doctor Andrea, thank you for catching her. She seems long gone at the moment.” Rufus said rather coolly to her.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dodgson was simply huge, and a miracle he could even get in the door way to the small office. The sound of his hideous bulk as he sat himself down behind the desk, had Tamika blurt out- (Tamika)”You might break it.”- Not a wise thing to say, but seems that her ability to be tactful had gone with the wind. Stealing a look sideways at Rick, she fumbled with the edge of her skirt nervously, her hands cut and covered in caked on dried blood. She was used to dealing with the miners and office managment before that fateful day, and now she felt like she was somehow in trouble, being the last one here, when all the men were gone. “Dodgson, Legal Administration for Jim’s Mining Co. Interview with employee number 457. Tamika, what do you do here?” the tape recorder switched on, and you could see the wheels turning the cassette, as Tamika lowered herself down onto a small rusted chair. (Tamika)”My name is Tamika Rosera, I am an office temp from the Fuyu No arashi financial centre, sent up on special assignment, to see that shipments of the metal would go through to the plants in Lorewall. I was hired specically by Jim’s Mining company, due to my skill in working in product distribution. *she looked back at Rick and said*…I have fast fingers.”- Nervously coughing, she continued. “On arrival here, there was a work force of about thirty, and the change over shift was due. But the men from Lorewall, never were sent up. I know not why this was. Then on the ten pm shift change, the horn blasted for the men to come up from the pit. I was working here, at the very desk you sit. It was then the tremors started. I…I…the men…they came back up to the surface, but two were missing. They all looked shocked, and at the dining mess, they would not speak of it.” <3>

DrakonMacar: “Please stick to just the facts as laid out in question or request. Tell me about every incident where our miners returned without co-workers. Each ime they returned missing one.”

CharlotteCarrendar: -She swallowed nervously and gripped the edge of her dress, the fabric tearing slightly- “That is the thing, the men, they did not want to go back down into the mine. The foreman, he threatened them all. Said, he would dock their pay and there was much fighting in the workers shacks…..That was when….they locked the gates.”

DrakonMacar: The lawyer scribbled some notes on a notepad he kept in his breifcase and then patted his face down again to dry the strails of sweat he was producing. “So the gates were locked to keep employees from abandoning shift. So what transpired when the miners returned to their regularly scheduled shifts?”

CharlotteCarrendar: -Slowly she nodded. The Foreman, Mr Jefferson. He was a cruel, cruel man. He locked the gates, and kept the key in his possession. Wore this big…*she used her hands to act like she was sticking her hands like guns into a belt*…gun belt. When he locked the gates, he made it so no man could leave till he gave the order. The men, they…they were plotting to do something to him. I remember the night. There was a distress call from the mine. Mr Jefferson had been drinking *she pointed to the half empty whiskey bottle still on the desk*…he took his belt and went down into the pit. But he did something strange. He left the key on the rack. I grabbed the key, and that was when…I heard a gun shot, it came from down in the pit. I was too scared to go down there. Was he killing them?”- her eyes widened as she tore her dress again. “he…he never came back out…”

DrakonMacar: “Hnnnnn” The lawyer growled he disinterested hum as he made more notes. “And when did this happen, exactly how long ago?”

CharlotteCarrendar: “It happened…a month ago..at least.” -she again was acting nervously, something was not right about this at all. Her behaviour was very strange- “The men, they continued to work the shifts, night after night. The shipments had to be done. Then we could all go home.”

DrakonMacar: “Why were the disappearances not reported? Was that not YOUR job?” The lawyer leaned forwards on the desk, interrogating Tamika now.

CharlotteCarrendar: -Sweat was pouring down the right side of her face. She looked now like she was in the hot seat, and…she was. “My job was to make sure those shipments were ready to go, I was more than a temp, Mr Dodgson. The communication radio to Lorewall, just stopped working.”- if Dodgson were to look at the back of the radio, he would see the wires had been cut. Sabotage. She had had the key. She could have unlocked the gate. “The company would not want to hear of reports of the deaths. I was on commision. My job was on the line!”

DrakonMacar: The lawyer finished making notes on the notepad and then stood up, closing his briefcase. “That answers my initial inquiries. Do you have any questions or comments you would like to share?”

CharlotteCarrendar: -It was then she made a bolt from her chair, and reached down the side of the filing cabinet, pulling out one of Jefferson’s guns and pointed it at the fat Dodgson. Clearly, the woman was insane. Insane from the months of work, where she plotted to get her hands on the shipment, only for the workers to turn to zombies all around her. “Only one..*she sniffed, cocking the gun with her finger*…where to shoot you!”

DrakonMacar: It was at the moment Rick heard the sliding chair and rustle for something in a filing cabnet the door was hurled open, knocking the woman from her feet as the lawyer dived under the desk. Rick leapt inside and threw himself on the woman to pin her down, his hands going to wresttle the fire arm from her grip. “WE’RE DONE HERE!” Dodgson shouted, turning off the audio recorder as he hid behind cover.

CharlotteCarrendar: -Thrown to the ground in an epic tackle that would have been only matched by something from a football field one, Tamika would find the good looking Rick had her well and truly on her back. There was a good struggle, as she held the gun awkwardly, and then the gun fired, a shocked look on Tamika’s face, as blood started to pool around her body on the floor. Gasping like a fish out of water, her chest heaved, as she went into cardiac arrest, before uttering her dying words- “The…miners…are….” her head tilted towards Dodgson, her eyes without a soul-

DrakonMacar: Rick had disarmed her as she began to fade away. He winced and then sighed at her final words. Her empty eyes staring down the cowarding lawyer, the gumshoe reached over and felt for a pulse at her neck and then tried again at her wrist. She wasn’t breathing, she had no pulse. “You’ve done your time in Hell you poor girl. May you find your peace in Heaven.” He said, pulling her eyes shut. Dodgson had crawled out from behind the desk. “You killed her! You murdered the bitch!” Rick looked over at the squat lawyer, stood up and left. “A hit like that doesn’t give someone a heart attack. Look at all the signs. This place has gone crazy and I wont have some poor dames death on my mind. If she coulda been saved then damn it all I shoulda been making sure she’d be saved. My jobs to figure out what happened and then get everyone out of here. Damn it! Look at that!” The PI pointed at the radio, the wires were snipped. He gestured all around the room. “This place was a lifetime of torment in only two months. I am getting to the bottom of this now!” The man said, storming out and slamming the door behind him. Dodgson’s beady eyes waery from the shock of the gun being pulled, he drew the blinds and locked the door and windows. Looking down at the womans body. “This part stays off of the record.” The fiend grinned as he pulled a small bottle of oil from his briefcase and removed the girls panties. “At least you’re still warm, you leave in shame.” As he stripped down to have his way with the body. At the gates, Rufus had directed the chimera inside and the crew had disembarked. Rick stomped out and told them what had all transpired. The crew for the first Chimera had busied themselves with unloading their cargo and hauling things into the now vacant bungaloos that once held the miners. The sun was setting soon and their partners had still not shown up or responded to radio hails. Rufus found himself staring at the mine entry and then to the Chimera, it was at least large enough to block the hole. “Driver, park this beast up against and facing that mine. Guard detail, take turns in the cab manning that fheavy flamer.”


Wanted – Lacardis Prime.

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Roleplay Live : Group : Lacardis Prime

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The Capital Arachne

Wanted.

Players:
LoreleiRoseCarrendar
KlouseKusanagi
DavinPortOlesias

 

KlouseKusanagi: -A crowd in the market district seemed to split in half, as Lucious was the cause of it. Only simply walking through only the reason why people avoided him was due to the fact that he was covered in dried blood. Overnight, hunting the one named ‘Davin’ down, interrogating townspeople to see if they had witnessed it. Or people who merely got in his way. As his face was smeared on both cheeks with blood, partially his chest was splattered with blood. The rest of his clothing only had spots of blood. As he glared at each of them that whispered about how terrible he looked and shivered in fear. As he merely smirked at the thought of being infamous. Nearing the chambers where Lore was resting, Lucious seemed to halt for a second as a thought shot into his mind. Back tracking slightly, as he leaned his head over to see one of the wretched whores laying on a nearby bench, seeming to be sleeping off the past night’s tales. Lucious glanced around him, as he went to steal the woman. Swiftly and slowly lifting her up, trying to keep her from waking up. Though she was knocked out to the point of snoring. She was dressed in rags that were covered in filth. However she was quite attractive, her blonde hair drooping down. No dirt seemed to cover her face. As he looked down at her as he carried her with ease as he whispered to his self “Shell due” As he made his way back toward the chambers, seeing the guards look toward him bracing their selves as he merely spoke “Move” With one command they quickly moved out of the way. One guard opened the door for him, as Lucious entered with haste. As he shut the door with his shoulder, as he sighed softly. Reaching the end of the bed, as he laid the woman flat down at the end of Lore’s feet. The woman did not stir. As Lucious slowly made his way over to Lore while examining her, she was back to normal. Only slight alteration to skin tone still need work. Which is what Lucious was planning. Still asleep from her slumber, as Lucious stared down at her with a smile. Slowly leaning down as he moved the hair from her face, leaning down to her ear as he whispered “I have brought you food..You need to feed from the vein” considering she is arachnid. She needs to feed to be fully back to normal. “Ill be waiting..” Softly pecking her cheek as he quickly rose and gave the guards in the room a signal to leave the room along with him. As Lucious and the guards exited the room, for what was soon to transpire-

LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – The night was long. Longer than she had ever remembered, and through it all, she walked through her darkness of the nightmares that plauged her. But as the man in the black hooded cloak approached her, she did not react in the same manner. Everything became slow motion, and she shot her arm out and gripped his neck, taking him up off his feet, as the demoness held him aloft. A scream, gut wrenching and the cloaked figure burst into a thousand ravens, feathers raining down all around her, blood trickling from the corners of her mouth. The long red tresses lengthened, to flow down to touch her ass. Lorelei looked up, eyes like fire, her dog teeth elongated, and in behind her, millions of spiders shot off webs, creating a huge web, massive. The scene then burst into fire, flames reaching up, higher and higher, as you hear a sick and twisted laughter…..but whose was it? Lorelei was bound in a black spider lace gown, and as she walked through the mass of chittering spiders, that spun their way up the walls, she could just see a being in front of her, shrouded, black, but his hand outstretched for hers. Slowly, she extended her right hand, and just as she was about to take it….“I have brought you food..You need to feed from the vein” – The voice. It belonged to Lucious. The image, the being with the outstretched hand vanished, evaporating, and her eyes opened slowly. Blink once…blink twice. There was a body at the foot of her bed, a bar wench…street woman…prostitute. She seemed out of it. Lorelei’s eyes darted back to Lucious, who gently moved her hair from her face. Deep etched eyes of jade, pitted with black halos, she zeroed in on Lucious, her hands gripping the edge of her covers, which she pushed back. “Ill be waiting..” he said, kissing her cheek, and then ordering the guards to leave the chamber. He too, left her alone, the door closing with a light click. Laying perfectly still, she wiggled one foot, then…..the other. It had grown back, but she found her mouth incredibly dry. Rising to sitting, she then drew her legs in behind her, and was on all fours, now observing the sleeping whore. Bringing her head back, she inhaled the scent. Sick, drunk, blood. A wry grin, and she crept across the bed, coming just before it, and she slowly picked up a wrist. Checking to see if the woman would wake, which she did not. Like a true spider, she patted the food first, then with a violent feraocity, she bit down on the wrist, and as her fangs pierced the skin, she drank the crimson fluid, that gushed out of her broken veins. The woman’s eyes shot open in alarm, and Lorelei was ready, using her free hand, she king hit the woman in the temple, knocking her out cold, and then resumed feeding, the spider demon, gulping, and making a sickening throaty growl, every time she snorted for breath, through her nostrils <3>

KlouseKusanagi: -Standing at the door with some guards, as he listened in. Leaning his head toward the door slightly trying to see if she was awake. As he heard a slight scuffle than ending shortly after, though all he heard after, is the sound of someone drinking like they haven’t in weeks time. A wide smirk as he leaned against the door more, his shoulder leaning against the door. As he crossed his arms to his wide chest. Waiting…Waiting..Hearing constant gulps..Waiting..and waiting..Almost half an hour before he finally heard the noise come to a stop. As he reached for the doorknob, though stopped shortly before gripping the knob. As he thought of the last time he interrupted her, as he shook his head, not being massacred this time. Pointing to one of the guards, as he ordered him to enter the room to see if she was finished or not. Speaking in a low whisper, not to alarm her “You.. Go in there and check on her.. You come back out, she is finished.. You don’t? Well it will be over soon” Smirking slightly as he patted the guard’s shoulder to enter the room. Hesitantly the guard would slowly open the door, the hinges of the door squealed loudly, like nails on a chalk board. The guard halted as he closed his eyes, knowing Lore knew someone was entering now. Lucious merely grinned his teeth together before trying to peak in. Though saw nothing as of yet. The guard took a few deep breaths as he closed his eyes, and finished entering. Keeping his eyes closed, the guard stood shivering as he asked quickly “M’lady Lucious is wishing to know if you are finished?” The man stood tall, only his face was visible due to all the armor. Lucious on the outside, gave a shocked expression, covering his face wandering why the hell would he mention him? Lucious wanted the guard to ask her, if he wanted to ask her, he would go in and ask. Though he felt like keeping his limbs today-

LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- Within the darkened shadows, the scene that was going on behind the sheer spider lace of the four poster bed drapes, would show shadows, of one woman, hunched over another, feeding upon her arm. When the door to the chambers opened, and the hinges squealed, and scraped, as though they had not been oiled in a century, Lorelei’s head instantly shot up, you could even hear the crack of her neck bones. Glowering eyes peered out from the sheer veil, and she pushed the body from the bed, so it rolled off and out onto the cold stone floor. Eyes, wide, but there was no movement. The soul had taken flight, the body now as cold as the room itself. The guard spoke, but briefly, fear easily recognisable in the manner of his tone. “M’lady Lucious is wishing to know if you are finished?” Stepping off the bed, her gown fell to the floor, the edges and hem covered in blood, in fact, it was suprising to see her up, since she had basically completely grown back a new limb. Her skin tone, seemed different, and there was a look in her eyes, haunting, but there was a new depth to them. She brought up her hand, twirling her wrist, seeing the change in her veins. Finally, she lowered her arm, and then said, calmly. “Tell his lordship, I am indeed finished. Just need someone to clean up my …..mess.” She stepped over the body of the whore, and wiped her hands, “Grubby, aren’t they?” -she smirked- <3>

KlouseKusanagi: -Hearing her voice, Lucious slowly walked in to survey the damage. As he saw the woman bloodied to a corpse. As he smirked slightly, looking up at Lore, as he locked eyes with her. Reaching out to the frozen guard, as he patted his shoulder, pulling him back “Put that on to-do list for later” Pushing the guard out, as the guard slammed the door behind him. Eyes still locked into hers as he walked slowly toward her. As he examined her slowly, from the smeared blood on her chin, to the blood at the ends of her gown. Smirking slightly as he merely took her hand in his, walking over to a near by tub of water. A rag on the side, as Lucious reached for the rag, swishing it with some warm water Before turning to face her, their bodies mere inches from one another. As he stared down at her with a smirk, their nose touching, as he slowly rose the rag up to her chin. Firmly wiping the stain blood from her chin, as he lowered the rag down to her neck, even to her chest. As he slowly pulled it back, their eyes never breaking contact. Pecking her lips softly before breaking the kiss “Remove” talking about her night gown that needed to be wash. As he turned to remove his armor that also needed to be washed. As he splashed his face off, refreshing his self as he glanced back constantly. Speaking in a soft mumble as he put a dry rag to his face “You know..” lowering the rag down his chin “I still owe you some pleasures” Smirking widely as he turned slowly waiting to see what she had to say-

LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- The guard, who was frozen in fear, could not speak, nor hardly move, when Lucious entered the room, placing a hand on his shoulder, and giving him the old “your services are no longer required” speech. Watching the pair intently, she wiped her hands on her soaked nightgown, that had seen better days. Blooded, and torn, but hell, it was a classic. Lucious’s eyes locked on hers, and she inhaled sharply, the swelling of feeling within her bosom, causing the gown to tighten around her bosom. Lucious’s eyes trailed up and down the length of her form, mentally undressing her no doubt. Her lips parted, just slightly, as he took her hand, and she walked the few paces across to the basin. The sound of the water, sloshing in the bowl, as he dunked the rag in and then swirled it around, to thoroughly soak the cloth, had her break eye contact. A quick look at the bowl, before raising her head and staring at him, eyes focused only on him. On reaching up to dab the stains of dried blood from her chin, and then run the rag down her throat, the trails of dirty water, trickled down over the edges of her gown, staining it further. The word, Remove, was all that was said, in between the lightest of kisses. Lorelei reached up and seizing the straps, she drew them down over her rounded shoulders, and simply let it fall to the floor. Droplets of stained water, ran down her body, over her breasts, one drop hanging precariously from her right nipple. Down lower, a small line of hair, led to the warmth within her legs, that got even hotter, as he washed himself, and removed his armour. Unashamed, she stood before him, clearly at ease with her natural form, no clothes, no cover. Hour glass shaped, full hips, ripe breasts with dark aerolas. Even though, the room still had a chill factor, she did not complain. His words next however, brought a smile to her face. “You know..I still owe you some pleasures” She took a step towards him, her hand running down his chest, like a spider crawling down a wall. As it reached his groin, her fingers locked around his shaft, and she nodded, with an impish grin. “Why yes….yes you do.” <3>

KlouseKusanagi: -His gaze was caught from her gown dropping to the floor, as he grinned slightly. As he bites his lower lip, his wondrous eyes scanning her body. Her breasts were very rounded shape, as water slid down to her nipples. Thinking the sinful and forbiddon things he was about to do to her. As his eyes continued down to her toned abdomen, that he could feast off, and finally down to her mother hood where he has eaten before. Chuckling softly as he watched her step closer to him, looking down at her, as he felt her hand crawl up his chest. As he felt the other hand grips his shaft. His knees grew weak suddenly as he lowered down, biting his lip “Oh and I don’t waste time on the second time” Smirking slightly as he spoke, though before she could even reply. As he immediately pushed her toward the wall, their lips meeting in an erotic kiss. His tongue sliding into her mouth. As his hands traveled down to her toned thighs,lifting them up with ease, as he wrapped them around his waist tightly. As he swung his hips side to side, to lower his trousers, his shaft slowly coming out. As it flung out, slapping her pussy. Biting down on her lip, as he was gonna make her wish she stayed asleep. As he shoved his shaft into her walls, not wasting time on speed or roughness. He just went full out, his hips thrusting toward her against the wall hard enough to make frames on wall collapse to the floor. Their hips smacking together as he groaned with pleasure. His hands raking her back, up to her shoulders as he gripped on tightly-

LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- Whereas most love affairs, involve, candles, dinners, soft spoken words, whilst touching each other, fingers searching, light, feather light. All the time in the world, to taste and savor the devine sins of the flesh. Well, maybe that is how the humans do it, but when it came to the demoness, with the new lease on life, the blood of Klouse in her veins, and the feeding, she hungered even more, for the man that stood before her. She took to his shaft with skilled fingers, and took her hand down to the base, tightening her digits, she proceeded to use her slender digits, to cause his member to grow even larger, just for her. Course, he….had other plans. “Oh and I don’t waste time on the second time” Hell to the no, he didn’t more or less lifting her up and pinning her to the wall. A shock wave tremor, rolled beneath her skin, pins and needles, crackling, coming alive like sparks from a fire. Kisses, rich in taste, his tongue searching hers, and finding its mark, coiling around hers and then it was on. He plunged into her depths, like a fired piston, working in and out, oiled by her own juices. She broke the kiss, gasping for air, her back being scratched by the stone wall, red welts, that would be a mark she would have with pride. Her legs entwined around him and with the vice like grip of a cobra, she became his prize, rising and falling at his will, while biting his neck, her hot breath warming his skin. <3>

DavinPortOlesias: Davin had spent the whole day and some of the later afternoon out. Both he and Narra had dedicated their final day of recovery hunting game out in the wild woods. They didn’t expect typical creatures like deer, squirrel or whatnot…rather mutated looking things. Either they were mutated or the night had proven quite the hindrance to their eye sight. The strong string on his bow pulled back from the pressure and he held his arm stable for a few moments before a sharp ‘btang!’ was released. The arrow whistled through the dead of night, striking the animal dead in the thigh. The sound of flesh splattering could be heard along with a heavy thud into the pile of leaves and twigs. Narra had her turns as well, sprinting through the moonlit woods, weaving through the demented trees and tackling down prey with her vicious claws. The main aim of the hunt was the master his more physical ability to expand his stamina when it came to hand to hand, melee and range weapons such as a bow or crossbow. Magic was a strong point for him but he wanted to increase his defence against melee, he had vulnerable points but Davin believed he could strengthen them. The trip back to the town was short and cold. Narra’s howls were lost in the winds and carried across the mountaintops and through the rustling trees. Just as they passed the guards one of them mumbled, “Be wary. Someone be lookin’ for ya.” His voice remained low. The guard was almost afraid to peep a word but what’s done is done. Davin tightened the butchered and bloody skin over his shoulder, his finger was slipping. Narra remained cautious and alert by his side, her ears reaching for the starry nightsky just like Davin’s ears. The other sense now became their eyes, they were prepared for the unexpected but the expected…that’s something they weren’t in preparation for. The inseparable two ventured to the leathersmith in hopes to bargain coin for game.

KlouseKusanagi: -Feeling her body tremble to him, as he gripped her harder, her moans muffled by his mouth. As their tongues sparred off, wrapping around each other and pulling off one another. As the kiss was soon broken, her gasping for air, as he merely smirked. Leaning in on her ear whispering with deep breaths “Already tired my love?” Nibbling on her ear roughly “This wont take long” his tongue grazing her ear. As he lifted her up slightly, his shaft still in her walls. As he carried her to their master bed. Throwing off the sheets with one free hand, as he laid them down at an angle. Lucious was behind her, as he lifted her leg up as high as he could, his hips than continued to thrust upwards farther into her walls. Nibbling on her thigh until he drew blood, sucking on the blood as his hips continued to thrust with great speed toward her. The bed making a slight noise each time he went forward on her. Though it came to a slow halt, as he heard a commotion outside the chamber doors. Burying his head beside her, as he thought it was another random unimportant things that the guards that he needed to take care of. Until he heard the guards speak of ‘Davin’ his head perked up, as he glanced down at Lore. Without hesitation, he pulled out, hating it getting ruined. As he ran to his armor, it drenched in water, though it wasn’t his concern. As he put it on as best as he could, drenching wet. As he pulled up his trousers, grabbing his weapons and placing them on his back. As he glanced at a chest near by, kicking it toward Lore, as it slid right to her. Lucious immediately with haste left the chambers, as the guards pointed to where he was seen. Lucious only followed the track, though not foolish to be in the open. Only to blend in with the crowd. As his hunt began, now closer than ever-

LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- Oh it was hot, raunchy…fast paced fucking, that had Lorelei groaning, her inner walls of her sweet love canal, tightening around his shaft. She moved with the speed and grace, one would expect, panting, and then eyes turned to his, as he said to her. “Already tired my love?” Tired? Lorelei? Hardly? “Sometimes, I like to breathe, through my mouth.”- His nibbling her ear, that just sent her into a dizzy spell, totally intoxicated, love drunk, and so easy to be flung onto the bed, where he next planned to assault her. Hair pulling, skin scratching, he was at her, in behind and held her leg up high, as he continued to drive himself in to her, biting her leg, which drew gasps and cries of absolute pleasure. Oh yes…that’s it….keep going…just a bit…more….mmm…yes, -she kept saying this in her mind, but she bit her lip instead, and concentrated on finishing this race of lust. Almost….almost….so close….uh….what?- she blinked as he came to a slow stop. She watched his head perk up, and in surprise, she wondered what it could be. COME ON!!- she screamed in her mind, eyes practically begging him to finish what he started so hastily. But no, he withdrew and….started to get dressed. Lorelei lay, looking at the ceiling, wondering….who the hell she pissed off, to deserve such lousy luck. He didn’t even say…Sorry..he just kicked a chest towards her, and then, ran out the door. Twenty seconds passed, and she slammed her fists into the satin sheets. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!….First he tucks me in….then he fucks and runs?” Jumping out of bed, she threw open the chest and started rifling through its contents. Who knows, she may have found a medieval dildo. <3>

DavinPortOlesias: Success! The skin was taken and he earned about twenty coins for the gain but it was still good. He could afford drinks and cheap food. Being a magician one would think they had an endless stash of eternal goods. None of us did, Mages were like any other just they were gifted. Unwanted eyes created gaping holes at the back of his mind, so many were on him and they didn’t feel kind. He could taste the sympathy that hovered over the people, as plain as a black cloud. He turned around to catch a few gazes but the townspeople played oblivious and hesitated to keep focus elsewhere other than the topic of the week, Davin the one-who-messed-with-a-bebelith. Narra had disappeared; the smell of food probably consumed her temptation and lured her off elsewhere. He had complete faith the wolf would be fine; she could handle herself well when it came to non-bebelith or gigantic arachnids. His name passed through mouths like a chain reaction, his ears were sensitive to sounds and easily picked up sounds, conversation and music that most humans couldn’t. He joined the crowd, like an assassin, blending in and travelling unseen. Despite being the talk he still attempted to blend and it worked for now. How? Well his long locks covered his ears which decreased the chances of being necessarily spotted out. Davin departed from the crowd between two buildings and kept to the shadows, his breaths were staccato, short and concise. He had this feeling he was being followed, most people got it and it was quite similar to the one when eyes were on you. Davin always kept himself 50% here and 50% alert. He could never succumb to being totally carefree and flimsy. The elf’s nimble feet contributed to his attempt at becoming one with the shadows. There was a spell in his books he read, a mere illusion, one of the basics Medorania (Kingdom) taught. His father enrolled his son in the School of Magic Arts and Craft when he was younger; the enrolment was based on chance. Nobody knew if Davin was even magically inclined but he was considered one of the lucky ones, academic money ‘not’ gone to waste and his potential unlocked. As of right now he was attempting to blend into the darkness that manifested like a thick wall between two buildings, watching and waiting was a game he liked…and he liked Vindictive Vineyard, a small glimpse Lore experienced.

KlouseKusanagi: -Blending in for long enough, Lucious became one with the crowd. Looking at objects others were pointing at, observing items, and other materials like the common people were. Up until he saw a big gaping hole in the crowd. A wolf had seem to made its way to the food section of the market place. A wolf? Around here? Impossible…Unless..Someone brought it. Lucious wasn’t sure if it belonged to this ‘Davin’ or not. Though he heard rumors of him being a hunter, so the chances it belonged to him were high. A wolf doesn’t appear out of no where and make its own home. The wolf sniffed around for a good source of food. Before it dug its nose into a basket of fruit. Grapes mainly, as Lucious observed the wolf from afar. Direct confrontation was suicide and his identity would be no longer a secret. As Lucious began to stir up a plan. Walking through the crowd, closer to the wolf, though not in distance but with in throwing distance. Secretly stealing daggers from merchants, sliding them in his palm. Looking to the opposite side of him, as well with the wolf, as people crowded a certain area. Narrowing his eyes as he smirked slightly, with one quick throw of his right hand, slid out one dagger. Slicing through the air, cutting it like a piece of paper. As it twirled toward a merchant that stood up on a high pedestal. Preaching about his swords and how they were the best. Though shortly finishing, he had one of his own daggers straight into his chest. The merchant looked down at his chest, slowly back up.. Falling down in his demise. A roar of people began to scatter, people pushing others down, knocking down stores that were held up by logs. Dust flying into the air, as Lucious turned his attention back on the wolf. Hoping the chaos diverted his attention. As he began to throw the remaining daggers (3) toward the wolf. One dagger after another, one hand after the other. One dagger curving infront of the wolf, aiming for its juggler. Another almost scrapping the ground, coming under the dogs abdomen. And the final one, circling around to his right hind leg. Intending to put the wolf down, in order to bring out the handler. Lucious would almost be impossible to see, only daggers that seemed to shoot out of the crowd were visible-

LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- The chest was flung open, and Lorelei muttered under her breath, clearly enraged that Lucious had run out during their wild love making. Rifling through the chest contents, she came across a suit, she had not seen before. Narrowing her gaze, she pulled up the chain mesh body suit, and then a large breast plate, gauntlets, knee guards, shoulder guards, leg plates, arm plates. Twin daggers, with ruby tips. She placed each upon the bed behind her, but down in the bottom of the chest, was a staff. Reaching in, she slowly withdrew it. At the end, it held a large amber crystal, and floating inside it…..was a spider. “Hello….what do we have here?” Rising to standing, she twirled the staff, like it was a baton, wooshing through the air, singing. Still naked, she danced around the room, the speed of the staff twirling, growing faster. The amber stone, started to glow, charging up, as she twirled her wrist. Faster….Faster, till there was a blinding light, that hit the very stone wall, and a plasma like substance, illuminated, like the water of a pond. It was simply enormous, and she walked towards it, the staff pointed straight at it….and on the otherside, she saw a young girl, with red locks, just like her own. The girl approached the other side, as Lorelei did the same. Both raised a hand towards each other, and the spider within the amber stone, started to have a fit, its legs kicking out and its body shuddering as though it might be blown apart. Just as their fingers were about to touch, the halo started to close, and the girl vanished, the wall turning again to rock. Lorelei looked at the staff. “Who was she….tell me….who was she?” Left alone, there was no sound, but the beating of her heart. Lorelei placed the staff back in the chest, buried again…..till next time, she chose, to try again. Lorelei quickly dressed in the armour from the chest, and hurried out the door, chasing after Lucious. Back in her room, you could hear….the caw….of a Raven. <3>

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{RP} Downtown
August 06, 2013 06:43PM
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Re: {RP} Downtown
August 09, 2013 02:48PM
Jewelry Shop

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Lydia stood in front of the glass, her fingertips brushing over it as she looked at the various pieces. “Lord Bianchi asks specifically for something involving a pearl…It is for his lady, you know.” Looking up, she raised an eyebrow as the jeweler simply stared at her. Clearing her throat, she looked at him sternly “It would be ideal if you could show me some nice pearls or perhaps a ring with a pearl in it…?” Blinking, the jeweler shook his head and looked down at the jewelry case in front of him. “Ah yes…there is a lovely piece here that the Lord might like. Is there a special occassion?” Lydia smiled coyly and bent down to look at the ring. “Indeed there is…the Lord fancies himself in love and wishes to give the lady a token of his affection. Romantic, really, but I find it all a bit nauseating.” Straightening up, she pointed to the ring and nodded. “Yes, I should like to see that more closely.”
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As the jeweler passed the ring to Lydia, she looked down at it with a slight nod of her head. “The flower design is both intricate and elegant. Simple, yet appealing. I believe the lady will find it darling.” Looking up, she raised her eyebrow again. “How much?” After paying for it, the maid curtsied politely and stepped out of the shop. Looking around downtown, she sighed softly. Shopping for Levi was a bit strenuous as she looked for the right gift to give Sam. To think that Levi was telling one of her fellow maids he was in love with her. The idea made her laugh. Looking to her laugh, she observed the fountain and smiled softly. Nothing wrong with resting before heading home. Walking up to the fountain, she sat down and crossed her legs. A lovely day it was turning out to be.
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Re: {RP} Downtown
August 14, 2013 09:20PM
Ballet Academy

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Josephine stepped through the halls towards the dressing rooms quietly, her ballet slippers making no sound on the floor. It was a long trip from Paris, but she finally managed to find her way back home, and was even able to continue dancing while visiting her father. Killing two birds with one stone, essentially. Her blonde tresses were pulled back into a loose bun, her blue eyes scanning cautiously as she walked. She didn’t have much to fear really, as she was chaperoned at all times and she could take care of herself even if she wasn’t. Being able to heal had its advantages, but ladies should of course be escorted. It would not do her father justice to be put in a delicate situation.

Finding the dressing rooms finally, she pushed the door open and found that she was alone. It seemed that her train had arrived early and the other dancers haven’t even showed up yet. Smiling gleefully, Josephine stepped inside and set her bag down. She was looking forward to some time to herself, as girls tended to be jealous catty things. Changing into a leotard, she began to do stretches. Though she had stretched in front of mirrors for her whole dancing career, it was still odd to look upon herself in the mirror while doing so. Once satisfied, she adjusted her ballet slippers and smoothed stray curls back to her bun.
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As she made her way to the dance room with mirrors on every wall, she let out a long breath. Yes, she was home. Though there wasn’t any music playing, there was a private melody in her mind as she slowly began to spin on her slippers. As she was lost in her own little world, she began to spin faster and faster, stepping with great skill and grace and she fell into her favorite routine. Her hands lifted over her head as she moved, looking like a elegant swan floating from one foot to the other. This is what she lived for. With a laugh, she continued to dance around the whole room as she succumbed to her greatest joy. With all the excitement and thrill of dancing, she could hear nothing else but the music in her head.

Re: {RP} Downtown
August 15, 2013 02:21AM
Downtown – The Times Office

From within the Editor’s office, shouts can be heard, as Mister Muggins is marching back and forth, waving his arms about as Vivian sits quietly in her chair, opposite his desk. The Chief Superintendent from the Yard had been on his case about the releasing of witness testimonials, and the hampering of investigations, due to the paper’s leading articles. As Vivian was the one that reported the findings, its now her head on the block, as Mister Muggins is tearing out his hair.

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He points to the paper on his desk, which features the latest in the spate of murders, that the police have been investigating, and then roars at Vivian;

“Whatever happened to freedom of the press?! Our readers have a right to know. I will not be told by that tough old pig in blue britches how to run my newspaper!”

“Yes, Mister Muggins, I know how you feel, they are the biggest stories out on the streets, everyone is talking about it, even in the pool halls. Which is why I think its important that we keep printing it. What can they do? Get the Queen to come down from Buckingham Palace and order us to halt the presses? Its not like we are implicating anyone by name, just providing details as to who the suspects might be.”

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In her hand, she had her notebook of the Cathedral murder, which also raised many questions as the prime suspect is believed to be a Vampire. She had her heart set upon having that typed up and put to print, but now with the Chief of Police cracking down on the Times, there was most likely going to be a halt on stories of that nature. Vivian watched as the Editor collapsed in his chair and sighed. Clearly he was not going to be in the mood to hear of her latest offering, and she pursed her lips and then rose to standing, saying simply;

“I don’t know what is the bigger injustice. Not being able to tell the public of the dangers that are out there, or the fact that there is evil walking among the people of London, and there is nothing that can be done to stop it. IT’S A CRIME NOT TO BE ABLE TO PRINT THE TRUTH!”

Vivian turned on her heels and marched out of the editor’s office, slamming the door on her way out. Clearly she was deeply upset that her hard work was not going to pay off, and she needed to let of steam.

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Re: {RP} Downtown
August 15, 2013 03:45AM
Downtown – Business district

There was scores of people, carriages, children, vagabonds, and traders, all going about their business on the street just outside the Times paper offices, and ballet school, which was just next door. The Doctor and Detective Reginald, had taken a carriage up from the Bianchi family manor, with the Doctor keen to meet with Miss Vivian Westlake, and speak to her about what she knows about the possible suspects, and any leads she may have. The Doctor felt it was crucial, to have someone with the knowledge of the witnesses and other rumored sources, to help catch this mad man, before another life is taken so cruelly. As luck would have it, as the Doctor and Reginald alighted from their carriage, Miss Vivian came storming out of the office entrance, and adjusted her hat firmly upon her head, a dark look on her face. Either she looked like she had been fired, or stood up by her lunch date. Either way, Johnathon was quick off the mark to ask the Detective what she looked like. Reginald had met her several times before, when working on cases, but she did tend to blend into the shadows, for her basic trust in people was zilch.

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“You’re in luck, Johnathon. See the woman in the blue hat?” Reginald pointed out to a woman in the crowd, with a royal navy suit on. Matching hat of course. The Doctor was at first surprised, for she was so young in his mind, and to top it off, she was very attractive. “That’s her?” He was impressed, and got out of the carriage, paying the driver, whilst waiting for Reginald to get out and join him. Across the street, Vivian had spotted Reginald, and instantly she became angered. She now blamed all the police force for stifling her investigations. She had a good mind, to go over and have him relay a message to the Chief Superintendent. It wasn’t going to be lady like, and probably a whole lots worse that anything a sailor could imagine. But to her surprise, Reginald was pointing her out to a man that he was with. One that was rough around the edges, but had attractive eyes. In her moment of day dreaming, she lost the fact that they were walking towards her, so when she snapped back to reality, they were practically in front of her.

“Miss Westlake…always a delight to see you.” The Detective said, lying through his teeth. “My friend here, Doctor Johnathon Bianchi wishes if we might sit and have a word.” Reginald motioned to his colleague, who was too busy taking in everything that Vivian was wearing, even her perfume.

“A Doctor then? And what makes you think I need a Doctor. I’m perfectly fine.”

This was when the Doctor made his move. “Forgive my colleague, for he has a lot on his plate today, and I am the mashed potatoes to his beef. “

He held out a hand to be shook and then said;

“Doctor Johnathon Bianchi. I understand you have a love for gossip and a good story.”

Miss Vivian eyed the Doctor cautiously, and then took his hand, shaking it twice, before letting go.

“What girl doesn’t love gossip and scandal? Its one of the reasons I became a journalist. The best stories, are often right under our noses, and we are too blind to see.”

Oh how true that statement was. What would Vivian have done if she realized she had an angel standing right in front of her.

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Re: {RP} Downtown
August 15, 2013 07:49AM
Ballet Class

It wasn’t long before Josephine’s sanctuary was shattered. Woman and after woman began piling into her private little world, stretching and chatting amiably. Slowly, Jo came to a halt and gave a few of her close friends a small smile. It was nice while it lasted. After a few moments of waiting around, their instructor came in. She was an imposing figure of a woman, towering over all of them in her older age of 47. Her hair was pulled back in a tight dark bun and severe looking eyes as she looked them all over thoroughly. Clapping her hands, she called them all to the center of the room. Her eyes flicked from woman to woman before pausing on Josephine with an appreciative smile. Nodding her head slightly, she continued on as the girls near Jo tried not to roll their eyes. Jo’s cheeks flushed to a rosy pink as she stared at the floor. Her passion for dance seemed to make her the enemy.
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Madame Beaumont strolled around the girls with her hands behind her back before she finally spoke “Auditions for the following show will be tomorrow. I care not for the short notice, or even when you arrived.” Swiveling around, she faced them head on. “We will be doing Swan Lake.” Grimacing as the girls began chattering amongst themselves, she raised a hand up and snapped “It was not my choice. It is a ridiculously over-done show, but it has been requested and I cannot disagree.” The women, including Jo, looked solemn as they faced their instructor. The girls seemed eager for the part, but Jo was unsure. Although she held great skill in dance, she never auditioned for a great role. She was content dancing in the background, not being the center of attention. However, Odette was one of her favorite women in dance and it was going to be hard to pass up.
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As if reading her thoughts, Madame Beaumont stood before Josephine. “Miss Blaine will be the last to audition, as she deserved that opportunity. She is in here hours before class every day for every semester. Such behavior ought to be rewarded.” The girls shot her nasty looks behind the madame’s back, which brought back that rosy hue to Jo’s cheeks. Trying not to let out a groan, she looked ahead and ignored everyone. While she thought of being the last impression on the madame’s mind, she knew her audition would have to be good. Picturing herself in her white swan costume brought a smile to her face, regardless of how angry it made the other girls. With that, Madame Beaumont turned around and snapped “Get into formation.” With that, the girls scurried to do just that.

After hours of grueling ballet class, Josephine felt bushed. Gathering up her things from the changing room, she walked out as her blonde locks fell loose behind her back. It felt nice to let her hair down, and she didn’t want to appear disheveled for her father. A soft smile worked her lips as she thought about how she would surprise him by being in town so soon. She hadn’t bothered with a letter, hoping he would be both thrilled and surprised at her sudden appearance. Making her way out of the changing room, she stepped down the stairs of the Theatre and into the streets of London.

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Stepping down into the chaos that was the business district, people rushed and pushed past her hastily. She was almost caught up in the current of it all with her petite frame, but she managed to keep her composure and looked through the crowd. A familiar voice drifted to her sensitive ears and produce a small laugh from her. Johnathon and her father were talking to a woman who seemed equally as imposing but much more charming than her dance instructor. Drifting closer, she tried to remain quiet as they spoke. She stood only a few distance away when Mr. Bianchi made his color depiction of his relationship to her father. It made her laugh more audible as she shook her head at his antics. Stepping closer, she placed a hand on her father’s shoulder and looked up at him “Surprise, Papa.” She referred to him in the french manner of affection towards her father, always modern and chique. Leaning up, she pecked him on the cheek and raised an eyebrow playfully at Johnathon. “Courting the ladies, are we?” Her gaze shifted to Vivian as she offered her hand “Pardon my interruption. I offer my sincerest apologies if my father hasn’t already in regards to the doctor. He has a very cluttered mind.” She wrinkled her nose affectionately towards Johnathon and held her bag with her slippers and clothes inside in front of her body once her hand was relinquished. Jo then went silent, not wanting to interrupt further as she was also a bit nosy and wanted to know what new shenanigans her father was being dragged into.

Re: {RP} Downtown
August 15, 2013 08:22AM
Business District

It was indeed a surprise and shock for Reginald, to find his daughter practically standing right behind him as he had been addressing Miss Westlake in regards to Johnathon’s wish to speak with her. The delightful melody of her voice and the angelic radiance she seemed to have inherited from her mother, almost moved him to tears on the sight of her.

“Josephine…my little one. What on earth are you doing here? What of Paris?”

Reginald had spent much of his father’s inheritance on sending his daughter to the very best schools that money could buy, while he continued to earn a pittance as a detective for the Yard. Reginald was more a man of duty and knew his forte was in crime investigation. He was a workaholic, especially after the passing of his dear wife, and he dotted upon Josephine, but sadly didn’t get as much time with her, as he would have liked. Josephine appeared so grown up now. Not the timid child who was sometimes like a little ghost that you hardly knew was there. She was radiantly beautiful, and sure to catch the eye of many a red blooded man. Her sweet way and the light peck on his cheek, gave him a warmth of feeling, better than any embrace.

Naturally, she turned her attention to Johnathon, who politely tipped his hat towards Josephine and then when asked if he was courting the ladies, it was almost a bitter pill to swallow, since his wife had only just left him that day. He found the courage to keep the sadness at bay, and wore his mask well.

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“A true gentleman would court a pretty lady with dinner, flowers and sonnets. I fear that I am only just making an acquaintance of Miss Westlake. I think I will leave the courting to Levi, for he is far better at that than I.”

Ever charming, try as he might, this may have knocked any thoughts that Vivian may have had if she too fancied the Doctor. Josephine’s witty comment towards Johnathon, being that he had a cluttered mind was indeed accurate, and he could only hold up his hands in surrender.

“She’s right of course. So many things going on in my head, its a miracle that I know what day it is, and which shoe is on which foot.”

Vivian chuckled and accepted Josephine;’s hand, shaking it warmly. “I don’t think the Doctor seems bothered, at the Detective’s gaff, he is only human.” This was said innocently, but again, its quite comical, what people know, and what they think they know. Reginald coughed, and then offered his arm to young Josephine. “Let us all take in a tea house and enjoy a good cup, then you can tell us about your time in Paris, and the Doctor can interrogate Vivian.

“Oi…” Vivian blurted, but then realized that it was a joke…or was it?

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Re: {RP} Downtown
August 15, 2013 09:28AM
Business District

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Josephine smiled brightly at her father, pleased with her successful surprise. “Oh Papa, my term in Paris ended not too long ago for the holidays. I received a personal invitation from Madame Beaumont to study here in London and I of course could not pass up the chance to see my darling father.” Beaming up at him, her eyes shined with affection. Looking to Johnathon again, she kept her laughter to a minimum as he seemed more into business than play at the moment. As the doctor mentioned Levi, she nodded with a knowing look in her eyes. “Yes, he is quite the charmer…No doubt traits he has inherited from his noble father.” She smiled cheekily at the doctor before her eyes flicked to the lovely Vivian. “I’ve been keeping up with London’s latest news, and I must say, it is simply horrifying to hear that such a fiend is terrorizing the streets. First Whitechapel and now ladies of High Society. It appears no woman is safe…” Her eyes flashed a brighter blue, but it was so subtle Vivian would have had to kept her eyes locked on the half-angel to notice.
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Her head tilted a bit as Vivian commented on how human Mr. Bianchi was. Her eyes flicked from her father to the doctor as she was unclear as to whether or not the journalist was aware of the supernatural inner circle to which she and the doctor belonged to. Pasting another charming smile on her lips, Josephine decided to play it safe. “Ah yes, we all have our limits, don’t we?” With that, she turned to look at her father lovingly and looped her arm through the arm he offered her. “Oh! The ladies in my ballet class spoke of a charming little cafe just around the corner. The…Rosewater Cafe, I believe?” She glanced at Vivian and Johnathon to see if she had pronounced it right before leading her father down the streets. “I could really do with a good cup of tea. Class was quite trying today and I have the most wonderful news to share.” Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled encouragingly at Vivian, a sort of pact from woman to woman that she wouldn’t allow Johnathon to treat her poorly. Nodding her head, she flicked her eyes back at her father and nuzzled into his arm. “Oh, I have missed you, Papa…”With that, she fell silent as she lead her father and the pair through Downtown London.

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The Park – Rosas Spinis.

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Re: {RP} Park
September 03, 2013 12:08AM
Elvira’s Sanctuary

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Taking no notice of others who might be in the park, Elvira led Jezzie into the woods to her private place. Once there, she let Jezzie off her lead to roam about as she wished while she sat among the broken stones, reflecting on how her life had changed in the last few hours.

Sitting on a low section of stone that safely held her weight, she leaned her head against the rough texture, staring off at nothing, trying not to think, trying not to feel. A lone tear escaped from her eye, quickly swept away with a gloved hand.

She thought of her mother, her littlest sister, her brother…poor Bart, thrust into the role of leader of their family. Elvira knew he was not going to take their father’s passing well. She would have to see about him when she got back to the manor.

She sighed, a picture of misery and lost dreams.

 

Re: {RP} Park
September 03, 2013 07:22AM
Elvira’s Sanctuary

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With a sixth sense and the ability to smell the scent of his mysterious beauty, the Count decided to venture out, long after his household slumbered. He felt no need to change into the form of a wolf, not yet. His goal was simple. Catch sight of the beauty, before the cock crowed and the sun’s rays illuminated the earth. The Count was still angered that the ball did not go to plan. His desire to take Elvira and treat her to a night of unforgettable passion and madness, was thwarted by that dog, Agares, loyal flunky to Lillian. Oh how he hated that bitch. The only real triumph was slapping her hard, as she tried to stand over him. An Alpha…and not just any, but one of Bavarian lineage.

So through the park he walked, till he came to an abrupt stop, and raised his head. The mix of all the different scents, there was one that stood out. HERS. She was in the park, away from the watchful gaze of her family. Stealth fully, he moved through the wooded area of the park, only to hear the soft sighs of Elvira. Sitting within the dilapidated walls of a once glorious building. This was no place for a woman of her standing. And yet the wave of sorrow, hit him suddenly. Why would she be upset? Unless of course the wound to Amos…was fatal. It was never his intent, to destroy the head of the Roxburg, no, that was Lillian’s plan.

The Count stayed in the shadow, and watched her silently. Drinking in her beauty. Inhaling her scent. Formulating plans in his mind…how one day…she would belong, to him.

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Re: {RP} Park
September 03, 2013 08:31AM
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Although Elvira was alone in a wooded area, with not another soul around for miles, she was very aware of her surroundings.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she raised her head up. She didn’t turn around to look but she sensed someone was watching her.

“I know you’re there.” she murmured. “You may as well show yourself.”

Silence greeted her, but she was a somewhat patient person.

Re: {RP} Park
September 03, 2013 07:19PM
The Park

The Count, no longer had reason to hide, and so he simply stepped out of the shadows, and cast his gaze down on Elvira as she sat upon the stone. Clearly she had been weeping, and was lost in the sea of her own thoughts.

“You looked, exquisite tonight. I would have danced with you, but alas you had that…man hanging off you.” Coming closer, the Count inhaled sharply becoming intoxicated off her scent. So strong…so potent. He had planned the entire evening, for a simple dance, and yet it was not to be.

“He’s dead..isn’t he?” the Count now spoke of Amos, Elvira’s father. Why else would she have taken the journey here after the blood bath of a ball. “It was not supposed to have been like this. How was I to know….your own family sought to destroy the head….when…all I wanted was you.” The Count reached out to touch her cheek, a sign that the wolf was keeping his desires on a leash. Would she lash out? And who could blame her if she did.

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Re: {RP} Park
September 03, 2013 10:14PM
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There was a rustle of leaves and a snapping of twigs behind her, and she still had yet to see who her visitor was.

“You looked exquisite tonight. I would have danced with you, but alas you had that…man hanging off you.”

That voice! I recognize that voice! Elvira screamed in her head. So saying, she turned a little on her makeshift bench and came face to face with her kissing bandit. Despite what she’d gone through the night before, his words got a dark chuckle from her.

“Hmm…yes…a former relative’s…lover.” Elvira snarled, voice gone cold as she thought of Juliette. She turned her back on him, watching Jezebel munching away on some tasty moss she’d found. “But your…friends…did more damage than I ever could to that relationship.” she snorted, tangling her fingers into her lap.

There was silence between them for a moment before his next words stopped her cold.

“He’s dead..isn’t he?” Not knowing how he knew, she nodded, struggling against the urge to cry once more. She thought she had no more tears left. “It was not supposed to have been like this. How was I to know….your own family sought to destroy the head….when…all I wanted was you.” At that, Elvira’s head snapped up and around, just as he was about to touch her cheek. She quickly stood and backed away from him, wary and a little bit confused.

“What do you mean by that, sir?” she demanded, surprised to feel any emotions other than the grief that nearly crippled her hours before. “It wasn’t supposed to be like what? You know something, or you had something planned and I demand to know what it was.” she scowled, her anger threatening to ignite everything around her. As if to put truth to the thought, the ground beneath her feet began to smoulder.

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Re: {RP} Park
September 03, 2013 10:46PM
The Count took his hand away ever slowly, as he could see that Elvira was getting upset with his responses. It was not his intention, and so he decided to speak his mind, and tell her how it was.

“It was I that attacked your…former relative’s lover, the one that was on your arm. Right after your father was attacked by Agares. Yes, I watched it all. As I said….this was never my will. That was your Grandmother’s.” The Count stepped in closer to her, looking down with his presence much stronger within her personal space.

“Can you not smell the blood of your dance partner on me?” The Count asked, looking at her with eyes that were almost hypnotic. “I did my best to avenge your father….but, that fool got in my way. Sad to say…he didn’t taste very good.”

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The Count then waited for her response.

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Re: {RP} Park
September 03, 2013 11:14PM
Elvira was stunned…She knew her Grandmother was a bitch…but this was beyond the pale. “And yet…you knew this…but neglected to inform the family of the one she wished to harm?” she scowled, the smouldering underneath her becoming smoke.

He stepped into her personal space, making her very aware that she was alone, in a secluded area, with an Alpha Werewolf. “Can you not smell the blood of your dance partner on me?” he asked her, catching her gaze with her own. His eyes were nearly hypnotic in a way, and if she were anyone else, she probably would have fallen under his spell. But she was Elvira Roxburg, daughter of Amos, and she bowed to the will of no man.

She stood to her full height, which was still a few feet beneath his own and glared at the man. “I’d prefer not to smell you at all if I can help it.” she snapped, pressing a finger to her nose. He didn’t smell all that repulsive actually…sort of a mix between earth, grass after a summer storm and smoked sandalwood, if her sense of smell was correct. But she wasn’t about to let him know that.

“I did my best to avenge your father….but, that fool got in my way. Sad to say…he didn’t taste very good.”

“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread1.” Elvira snarled. “You really have the nerve to speak to me of plans and maschinations when this information comes way too late? How dare you, sir!” Her hand flashed out, intent upon wiping the arrogant smirk off the man’s face…

1quote attributed to Alexander Pope, an 18th-century English poet, best known for his satirical verse and for his translation of Homer. Famous for his use of the heroic couplet, he is the third-most frequently quoted writer in The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, after Shakespeare and Tennyson.

 


Vacation Destination (1) – River Marked.

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Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.
September 25, 2013 11:25PM
Hotel Lobby

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Carmen was the first one down to the lobby and she went to the desk to ask the clerk where the luau was being held.

“Out by the fountain. Take these doors to the left and walk straight down the steps. You can’t miss it.” the woman behind the counter was kind enough to tell her.

“Thank you. I’m actually waiting for someone. The lady that checked into Room 546. Could you let her know that I went out to find a good table, and I’ll meet her out there?”

“That won’t be a problem. Enjoy the luau.”

“Thank you.” Carmen smiled. Adjusting the shawl she’d brought over her shoulders, she headed in the direction indicated.

Fountain

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With the coming of night, the area around the fountain was lit like New Year’s Eve in New York City. It was bright, it was magical and it was simply fantastic. Wanting to capture the moment, she whipped out her camera and snapped a couple of pictures before putting it away. She found a good spot near the area the dancers would come out and close to the buffet table and waited for Louisa to arrive.

Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.
September 25, 2013 11:40PM
Fountain

Descending the stairs, Louisa looked radiant in her shocking pink ensemble, complete with matching clutch and shoes. Seeing Carmen, she waved and blew a kiss from across the tiled area, and clattered over towards her, looking a million dollars. Her golden locks bobbed on her shoulders, and she was like your typical tourist, admiring all the beautiful people and the gorgeous setting.

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“So pretty. Ooo..birds of paradise. Oh..waiters with lap laps. I so want a grass skirt.” she gushed, finally making her way over to Carmen.

“You look so PRETTY.” Louisa said with a high pitch and tilting her head. “Is this where we sit? Are there going to be fire eaters, cause I love those. Oooo is that the menu? I know I am going to eat way too much and be a Miss Piggy.”

She settled into her seat and placed down her purse.

“Oh my…I think that guy over there is looking at you.” she said, pointing to the guy from the beach earlier. He was holding up a drink and winking at Carmen.

“Are all the natives this friendly?” Louisa asked, accepting a coconut cocktail from a scantily clad waiter.

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Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.
September 25, 2013 11:53PM
Louisa’s enthusiasm was the stuff of dreams. And it was contagious. Carmen found herself laughing at the young woman and she patted her hand.

“I don’t know which to comment on first but I think there was a compliment in there somewhere.” Carmen giggled. “And you look very pretty yourself.”

“Oh my…I think that guy over there is looking at you.” Louisa pointed out. Carmen turned and saw the man from the fishing boat and turned around with a light blush.

“Well that was embarassing.” Carmen moaned, covering her face with her hands.

“Are all the natives this friendly?” Louisa asked as a waiter brought their drinks.

“I would assume it’s part of the charm of the place. Oh, look! The luau’s starting!”

The drumbeats were fierce as the dancers ran out in their colorful costumes. Then there were the hula dancers showing off their extraordinary skills, hips moving in synchronized patterns. It was fun to watch, especially when they pulled up some of the diners to participate in the hulas.

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But the big draw, was the fire dancer. He kept the audience captivated and on the edge of their seats with his superb skill. Carmen actually had to remember to eat her dinner as she was too intrigued by the man and his fires to pay much attention to her food.

Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.
September 26, 2013 03:58AM
The Luau

Louisa was simply enthralled by the fire dancers. The funny stories they told before they started their acts, the roar of the fire sticks as they twirled them at astonishing speeds. Sucking on her twirly straw, Louisa bounced in her seat to the beat of the drumming, her eyes shining from the reflection of the fire sticks. You would think she didn’t get out much, with her over enthusiastic reactions to the dancers, even getting up at one point and putting on a grass skirt, to have a go at hula dancing, which she was really bad at. Two left feet, but creating much laughter in the crowd, with her infectious laughter. She even waved down at Carmen, like a star struck tourist, and posed for pics with some of the more built male dancers.

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Coming back down off the stage, Louisa was given a floral lae to wear around her neck and kissed by a sweet Hawaiian girl. Squealing, Louisa came back to sit with Carmen and then saw the size of her meal, a banquet of cooked meats and fruits, she could hardly believe.

Louisa caught sight of the mystery man, who was trying to get Carmen’s attention, winking and blowing kisses her way, and Louisa erupted in a fit of giggles. “He seems…really keen, Carmen.” Louisa whispered, pointing him out again. “You should go and have a drink with him. I’d wash my clothes on his stomach. Hehe.”

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Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.
September 26, 2013 06:20AM
Carmen laughed delightfully when Louisa went up to join in the hula. She was a good sport and she was having an excellent time.

Afterward, Louisa came back to the table, grinning from ear to ear and flushed with happiness. Carmen had a thought, a small one, that maybe she had a horrible boyfriend or husband back in Florida who didn’t allow the poor girl any fun in her life if this was her reaction to a simple Hawaiian Luau.

“He seems…really keen, Carmen.” Louisa whispered, pointing out the hottie from earlier that day. “You should go and have a drink with him. I’d wash my clothes on his stomach. Hehe.”

Carmen, feeling pretty mellow and happy, and a tad bit reckless, called over a waitress.

“Yes, Miss?”

“Could you see that this…” she borrowed the waitress’s pen and wrote down her room number on a napkin, passing both back to the waitress, “…gets to that man sitting by the bar? The one with the long dark hair?” Carmen grinned. The waitress smiled.

“I’ll see to it personally.” the waitress smiled, walking toward the man. He grinned when he saw what was on the napkin and toasted Carmen with his drink. She toasted him back before turning to look at Louisa.

“Oh my…did I do what I think I just did?” she giggled.

Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.
September 26, 2013 06:42AM
The Luau

The Waitress was a dear girl, and chuckled as she took the token napkin and made her way over to the bar, where the Fisherman’s friend was straddling a bar stool His reaction at seeing her number written down on the napkin got a nod and then he alighted the bar stool and headed towards the lobby. Louisa watched all this in awe of Carmen, and giggled like a school girl at Carmen’s sudden bravado.

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“Oh..my ..god. He’s such a hunk, and buns that look like they could have you bouncing off the wall.” Louisa reached for Carmen’s hand and then leaned forward as the music was very loud.

“Really enjoy him. This is a holiday after all. What happens on the road, stays on it.” She gushed, so happy for her new found friend.

Room 546

In the darkness of the spacious suite, one of the larger black trunks was seen to be open, as a shadow loomed at the window, staring down at the festivities. The figure was watching Carmen and Louisa enjoying themselves, and a dark deep growl emitted from his throat.

“Fuck this up…and it will be the last thing you do, Louisa.”

The Luau

By now the band was playing slow music for couples that were dancing, and Louisa was sucking the last of her cocktail out of the coconut. Her plate was empty and she had a satisfied smile as she patted her belly. “I ate enough for a week. I am a tubby now. I better head up and get some sleep. Have fun with Mister Washboard.” Louisa said, smiling as she got up from her chair, and took her purse. For a reason she looked up at her balcony then gasped as she saw Shane’s shadow. “Oh my. I need to pee. I better run.” And like a frightened rabbit, she was off, before Carmen could say another word.

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Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.
September 26, 2013 07:16AM
Carmen watched Mr Hottie walk away and blushed at her own daring. What was wrong with her? First day in the tropics and already behaving against the norm.

Must have been all that fresh ocean air making her horny.

But Carmen was pleased Louisa was having a wonderful time and told her as much. When she mentioned her need to pee and started to rush off, Carmen called after her. “Maybe we can do some shopping tomorrow! Ring my room if you want to go!” She was unsure if Louisa heard her as she dashed off inside.

Carmen paid the bill for dinner, took the last of her drink and started inside to her room.

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Hallway outside Room 544

The man from the bar was leaning against the wall, arms crossed casually when she walked up. She paused in the hall when she saw him and blushed when he looked up at her.

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“Um…Hello.” she mumbled.

“Hello.” the man grinned, stepping closer.

“I…don’t…usually do this…sort of thing.” Carmen grinned in embarassment, putting her hands behind her back.

“It’s the tropics. You can go wild.” he told her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart threatened to beat right out of her chest.

“Oh boy.” she gulped as his lips trailed across her check and neck.

“Shall we go inside.” he mumured against her skin. She nodded vigorously, pulling her room key from her purse. He stood behind her, running his hands all over her body as he planted kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders. She finally got the door open and they went inside. He pinned her against the door with a growl and began to kiss her fully. Caught off guard for a moment, Carmen quickly caught on and kissed him back.

He began tearing at her clothes and for a moment she panicked. She began pushing at him, beating his shoulders but he wouldn’t release her. Drawing on her training, she drew back her knee and took quick aim. With a yelp, he dropped like a ton of bricks.

“I’m not a piece of meat to be pawed over like a slobbering animal!” she snapped. “Get out!” She yanked open the door, shoved her foot in his ass and pushed him out. He practically flew into the wall across the way. “When you learn that women are not a food source, come back for a visit.” And with that she slammed the door.

Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.
September 26, 2013 07:37AM
Room 546

Now, Louisa had hurried off before Carmen had decided to head back to her room for the romantic interlude with Mister Tall and Fishy. Louisa, was in a dreadful state, since she had enjoyed the evening so much, she forgot what she was really doing there. Swiping her key against the door lock, it turned green, and she shot a look left and right, before darting inside, and closing the door quickly behind her. The room was dark, save for the light of the moon, shining through the fine veil like curtain, that moved gently with the breeze.

Louisa knew he was there, but she couldn’t see him. He had been standing behind the door, when she closed it, so as she took the first steps in to see where he was, she was suddenly gripped at the back of her throat, and then slammed headfirst down on the dining table.

The smack of her head was like an audible crack, and she gasped, crying out as she felt the weight of Shane behind her.

“What took you so long? You were supposed to bring her back here to me.” He growled at her, tightening his grip on her neck, as she struggled against him.

“She was meeting a guy…its her holiday. I don’t want to spoil it for her.” She protested, and this only made Shane all the more angry, drawing her back to standing, pulling on her hair, as her knees were set to buckle. “I told you to make friends, NOT help her get a date. I SAW what you did, you fucking slut.” At this she winced as he was really starting to hurt her. “Shane….please…don’t hurt her. She’s really nice.” That was the wrong thing to say, and he shoved her down onto her knees and pulled out a gun, pointing it at the back of her head. “Fucking useless piece of shit. I should cap you right here…right now. No one would miss your sorry ass.”

Louisa started to sob, her head bent and thinking he was about to pull the trigger, when suddenly there was a loud noise from next door.

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“When you learn that women are not a food source, come back for a visit.” It was Carmen, throwing the guy she had arranged to meet out. Shane’s eyes darted for the door, as a smile crept onto his lips. “So fucking predictable. HA!” he was now happy to hear that Carmen was being her usual self, and not letting a man near. He re holstered his gun, and then patted Louisa’s head.

“Good girl….on your knees, ready to please.”

With watery eyes she looked up as Shane rounded on her and unzipped his pants.

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“I’ll let you enjoy me, my Sweet.” And like that…the storm had passed.

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Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.
September 26, 2013 07:53AM
Midnight on the Beach

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Carmen had a hard time falling asleep. She tossed and turned for most of the night but she just couldn’t settle her mind or thoughts. She was worried about her future, if she still had a job and all that. And she couldn’t help but worry about Louisa. The young woman seemed so sad at times. But Carmen wasn’t going to pry. The woman’s life was her personal business.

Sighing, she crawled from her bed, looking out the balcony door to the beach below.

“Maybe a walk will clear my head.” she mumured. She removed the chemise she was sleeping in and slipped into a lightweight dress and sandals. She would take them off when she got to the beach.

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She walked along the shore line, the midnight tide splashing against her ankles as she gathered her thoughts together. She knew she had some heavy apologizing to do when she got back, already deciding to pay the medical bills for the man she injured. There was probably going to be some kind of civil suit involved and she knew that her reputation would take a serious hit.

“Why do I let him effect me so?” she muttered, thinking about the DA for the first time in hours. This whole mess she was in was partially his fault as well.

After an hour, she turned to go back inside, noticing from her position on the beach that there was someone standing in the shadows of Louisa’s room. She wondered if the woman was still awake. She headed back in. She could use a bit of a girl chat. Maybe over some late night ice cream if room service was still available this time of night.

——

Outside Room 546

Carmen took a deep breath and lightly knocked on Louisa’s door, just in case she had been seeing things and Louisa was actually asleep…

Re: [RP] Vacation Destination.
September 26, 2013 08:09AM
Room 546

Louisa had been used by Shane as he dominated her when Carmen had kicked out her potential lover. Normally Louisa would fall to his charms, like all the women in his life, but this time, it was different. She dared not disobey, and when done, she crawled over to the corner of the room, shivering and scared, as Shane went out on the balcony to think.

A few hours passed, and Louisa had fallen asleep sitting up, when there was suddenly a knock at the door. Shane silently crept over and flicked Louisa’s head, which roused her from sleep. She was about to cry out, when he made a slicing action with his finger against his own throat as a warning.

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Nervously she got to her feet, and the D.A stroked her hair, and gave her cheek a kiss, almost like he was pretending to suddenly treasure her. He moved into the next room, as she went to the door. It might have been room service, or a wayward tourist who was too drunk to remember their own room. She tried to compose herself, and then opened the door.

Seeing Carmen there, Louisa blinked, and with a shudder, asked;

“Are you okay? I thought you had that date.” Louisa then forced a smile and shrugged her shoulders.

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October 04, 2013 04:47AM

Katarina Adelzhausen’s Spare Room

August, heard her say… 
“I’ve fallen for you, and you have made me into a woman. Mark me…Own me….please?” “ 

“You are mine, and I am yours” he said almost breathlessly as he began to kiss her again. 

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He felt that she was all he had been searching for as their lips locked, bodies entwined together. 
Feeling her nipples pressed tightly against his chest he almost wanted to take her again that very moment. 
He had to hold himself back as he rose again feeling her body against him. He held her close for a long time enraptured by her. 
Eventually they made love again, their passion knowing no bounds it seemed. He was much slower this time caressing 
every inch of her moving from her neck slowly down, tracing his way with his mouth and tongue across all her secret places as they explored each other. He was so swollen when he finally entered her, 

They moved in tandem, a rythym, as they continued to build. Her body feeling so lush against his as each sensation heightened their awareness of each other. The moment was so sudden and big he wanted only her… 
Now and forever…. 

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October 04, 2013 05:06AM

Katarina Adelzhausen’s Spare Room

And so it was to be. They now belonged to each other. Their silhouettes continued to move once again, as this time August took her in the knowledge that this was no dream and she did in fact love him. Her soft moans filled his ears, and her body became the instrument on which he played the symphony of their love. Exploring all the uncharted parts of her body with fingers, lips and tongue, he found himself larger than every before. The pain and pleasure of their coupling had both gasping and panting. 

Fanny could not get over how his touch electrified her so. She couldn’t help smiling and giggling as his kisses sometime tickled her on her neck and behind her ear. He teased and played, excited her like no other possibly could or has. This day she was not a whole woman, till the night. The night spawned the joy of her becoming a woman to him. 

Legs entwined around him, her hips thrusting upwards to meld with his, and the delightful sound of their skin smacking together in a smooth rhythm increased in intensity, as they spiraled higher with their lust, till finally she cried out his name once more. She was lost in the moment, time itself frozen, and when she came down, she kissed him with all she was worth. This was where she wanted to be, and who she wanted to be with. Fanny was home in August’ arms. 

When he would lay her down, her green eyes stared up at him and she begged of him. 

“Stay with me. Here at the mansion. We can be so happy, I just know it.” 

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October 10, 2013 05:09AM

Katarina Adelzhausen’s Spare Room

Through out the night they had continued to make love till exhausted. Though in the very early hours of dawn, Fanny lay awake, knowing that she had fallen in love with another man. August, the man who lay beside her, had captured not only her heart, but her mind and soul. She could not see herself with another, and Fanny knew she would have to deal with the matter of Bart Roxburg. 

Slowly, she slipped out from his arms, and left him to sleep, reaching for a robe and placing it over herself. Leaving the room, she headed down the passage to the den, where she knew she would find the paper and quill to write a letter that she never in her wildest dreams ever thought she would write. At first she sat at the writing desk and just stared out as the sun started to rise across the horizon. Dawn of a new day in her life. The start of her journey with August. She couldn’t just not let Bart know, it wasn’t fair to him. 

Taking out a sheet of clean paper, she brushed her hand over it, then picked up the quill, and dipped it into the ink. The first word….was to be the hardest. 

Bartholomew, 

I know that we have not seen each other for many a day, and for this I am truly sorry. Our time apart has brought me to some conclusions about our relationship, and also where I want to go with my life. 

Bart. There is no easy way for me to say this, but I feel I must. I have fallen in love with another man. One that has opened my eyes to what true love is. I have given him the gift of my virginity, and found what I have been searching for all my life. 

It was never my intent to hurt you, but you must understand, that when cupid’s arrow strikes, it can happen when we least expect it, as is what happened to me. 

With this letter is the ring that you had given me, so that I might be your bride. I can no longer keep it. I do hope you find a love that is true to you, and can give you all that you need. I am sorry to say that person is not me. 

I hope one day you can forgive me. 

Fanny. 

Fanny took off the ring, and set it inside an envelope, followed by folding the parchment and then tucking it inside. Sniffing, she sealed the envelope and addressed it. She had just ended her relationship with Bart, and had a heavy heart for doing it this way. But in her mind, it was for the best. Fanny rang a bell, and a butler came at once, bowing politely. 

“See that this is delivered to Lord Roxburg immediately.” Fanny said, rising from behind the desk, and handing the envelope over. The Butler did not question it, taking the envelope and again bowing in respect, before departing the room. Fanny walked to the window and stared out as the glow of orange of the rising sun reflected upon her face. She knew she had done the right thing. 

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“You will find love again, Bart.” She said softly, before returning to her room with August. 

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October 10, 2013 03:57PM

Katarina Adelzhausen’s Spare Room
August and Fanny had made love throughout the night. This woman was all he had ever dreamed of having. 
More so in fact as he never thought he would have someone to call his own much less someone with such a wit and kindness. 
He was enraptured with her. Looking about the room as the sun was arising he knew she had stirred and done something of some import. He wasnt sure what but he did not pry. She would tell him in her own time if she chose to. 
He was not sure what would happen next she spoke of her elderly relative and that it was fine for him to stay, but now things had changed a bit. What would she want to happen now? He wouldnt press her for answers, he was happy to be with her and to have a home. 
she had said during the night.. “Stay with me. Here at the mansion. We can be so happy, I just know it.” 

he had told her emphatically ” YES “ 

He just hoped the rest of her family liked him, or at least could tolerate him. Because he would not be going anywhere, he loved her with his entire mind, body and soul. 

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October 10, 2013 07:50PM

Katarina Adelzhausen’s Spare Room

Fanny was making her way back to the spare guest room where she had left August, when her great grandmother’s voice rang out through the hall. 

“Stop right there, Fanny.” The sounds of her wooden chair wheeling along with the squeaks had Fanny freeze in her place. Turning around, she could see that the family Matriarch had been up for much of the night. She eyed Fanny’s state of dress and then she coughed as she placed her hands in her lap, while Fanny fidgeted nervously. 

“The Butler informed me that you had been up writing a letter to that Bartholomew chap. Care to explain yourself?’ She said with a firm tone, glaring at Fanny and wanting answers. Katarina had never been fond of the Roxburg boy, and she had made it known to Fanny for some time. Fanny chewed her bottom lip, and tugged at the edge of her robe. 

“I have a confession. I…” 

“You what, dear. Come now, don’t keep me waiting.” 

“I’ve fallen in love with another. He…is in the guest room.” Fanny had to tell the truth, for there was no escaping Katarina’s wrath. Katarina held her breath for a moment, and then eyed Fanny again. “You bedded him, didn’t you?” Such a bold question had Fanny fall back slightly, but the old lady it seems was not as surprised as one would imagine. 

“I guess I should not be surprised. I did the same thing when I was your age. Course….the lengths which I went to to evade having to tell the truth were such that I faked my own death. Cursed myself….all for love. Or so I thought.” 

At this, Fanny sat down on a nearby couch, that lined the halls as Katarina took out the necklace that she wore around her neck forever and a day. 

“Long long ago, I was the Princess Royal. Betrothed to a Count. Marulo, I think.” 

At this, Fanny bit her bottom lip, knowing that name rather well, too well. Could this be the same Count that was in love with Elvira? Fanny kept her silence, and continued to listen. 

“Arranged marriages were all the rage back then. My Father insisted that he was the one that would bring such strength to the monarchy and the lands. And though, at first I was smitten, I came to be enchanted by a warlock instead, by the name of Gervas. He convinced me to run away with him, but in doing so, he arranged for my death to be faked. Little did I know, that he had plans of his own, and it was merely to get me out of the way. He cast a spell on me, changed my appearance, and placed me on a boat to London. I believe the Count searched for many years for me.” 

Katarina looked down and toyed with the locket. “On arriving I met a charming merchant. Lord Shamus Prescott, and we wed. He was not my great love, but he gave me all this wealth you now see before you.” Glancing up, her weathered face showed tears that streaked down, as she gave Fanny the locket. 

“One thing. I was pregnant with the Count’s child. Your great grandfather raised him as his own son. Lord Thachery Prescott. Who of course had a son, your Father. Remus. And here you are. Oh dear, I feel like I have just released such a burden.” She took Fanny’s hand and patted it. 

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“If you truly love the man that is in that guest room. Don’t let him go. Don’t be tempted away like I was.” That said, she withdrew her hand, and wheeled off down the hall. Fanny sat for a moment, staring at the locket. When she opened it, the picture inside was of the Count. Count Virgo Marulo. Fannny was stunned. If all this was true, she was the descendant of the Count. 

Rising slowly, she wiped away a tear and headed back into the guest room. She slipped off her robe and got back into bed with August. Clutching the necklet, she said simply. 

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“Please hold me, and never let me go.” 

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October 11, 2013 05:48PM

Katarina Adelzhausen’s Spare Room

August heard her return to the room, she seemed a bit overwhelmed as she slid back into bed next to him clutching a locket. 
She whispered to him.. “Please hold me, and never let me go.” 

He was so happy to hear those words. He looked at her with an understanding, something important must have happened. 
He held her close and said, ” I wont let you go. You are mine Fanny, and I am yours. “

Smiling he asked, ” Is everything ok? “ 
August looked at her with an understanding knowing that something must have transpired. 
She seemed troubled, yet content to be with him now. 
He didnt know what to expect but in his heart he knew that was ok as long as he had Fanny at his side. 

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October 11, 2013 06:16PM

Katarina Adelzhausen’s Spare Room

Holding close to August, Fanny shed happy tears. Tears that fell down her cheeks because now at least she knew that their love would be accepted. She had cut ties with Bartholomew though not in the way that she would have hoped, but considering all it was for the best. Her great grandmother accepted her choice, and went as far to say not to let go. 

” I wont let you go. You are mine Fanny, and I am yours. “ 

These few simple words, truly hit home. Her eyes upon his face, she said what she had to say, she needed to say; 

“I promise to love you wholly, August. I have given myself to you, and now the world knows. There are no regrets.” 

She kissed him through the tears, her body clinging to him, as she brought the sheet up around them. The first rays of light now dawned and christened the room. It was the new day. She held the locket tightly in her hand, while she continued to nuzzle and kiss August repeatedly. Any lingering doubts washed away. Breaking the kiss, she uttered; 

“When you are rested, we can go get ready for breakfast, and join my family.” Her eyes watching him, to see what he would say. 

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October 11, 2013 07:20PM

Katarina Adelzhausen’s Spare Room

Hearing her words..“I promise to love you wholly, August. I have given myself to you, and now the world knows. There are no regrets.” “When you are rested, we can go get ready for breakfast, and join my family.” 

He was shocked by her candor but relieved as well. 
The way her body moved against his he almost wanted to take her again but it was morning and he knew that they would be waiting. Instead he kissed her and said quickly “Well, I guess now is as good a time as ever. I just hope they like me. “ 

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He got up slowly looking for the suit he had on earlier. 
Begin to dress slowly for her so she could watch, he grinned. 

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He hoped her relatives were fun as well, they had to be somewhat, if they loved her as much as he did. 
She was so fun, he thought if they were even somewhat like her they would be great to talk to.

 
 

 

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October 12, 2013 04:42AM

Katarina Adelzhausen’s Spare Room

Sitting up in bed, Fanny watched with wide eyes, as August got dressed slowly in front of her. It was something of a turn on, and she blushed fiercely even taking a pillow and covering her face, coming down forward and giggling. You have to remember, she had only just given herself to him, so their love and everything about each other was very new. 

Peeking out from the pillow, she could see he was doing up the last buttons, and at this she slipped out of bed, and snatched up her robe. Lacing her arms through it, she padded to him, as her hair bounced on her shoulders. 

“My clothes are in my room, I will just go and change….if you want to come with?’She teased, pawing at his jacket like a kitten, then offering her hand if he would take it. 

To head to her room, was a quick dash across from the guest room to her own, and then she quickly flicked through about ten dresses to find something sweet to wear. A maid came scurrying in and then dropped a curtsey, seeing that Fanny had company. 

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“Oh…Lady Prescott…you have a man in your room.” Mitzy said, looking up shyly, almost shocked by the sight. Fanny giggled and said joyfully. “He is my man. August, this is Mitzy my maid and Mitzy…this..is August.” Her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. Mitzy smiled and then set to work helping Fanny get dressed properly for the day, all the while Fanny kept stealing glances at August, till she was completely dressed. When done, Fanny was ready to escort August to breakfast, which was bound to be a very interesting affair. 

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Katarina was already seated at the breakfast table, going over the day’s paper, and eating fruit, when the young couple would arrive, Mitzy in tow. 

“So this is the man that has stolen my great grand daughter’s heart? I trust you will honor and take good care of her. She is a jewel of this family.” The elderly Matriarch said firmly. 

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October 12, 2013 12:23PM

Dining hall

August followed His beautiful lady as hse led him to her room introducing him to her maid, by the name of Mitzy. He was pleased and reallu unabashed as he was naked so often due to having to shift. He smiled warmly as he greeted her. 
With a smile he said, “Well hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 
He then took a chair in the corner and watched the maid dress his love in quiet repose as he could, she was such a gorgeous creature he thought to himself. He was more lucky than he could have ever dreamed. 
Fanny then led him towards the Dining Hall to meet Katarina herself. 
She was already seated and eating fruit as they arrived. He tried to keep his composure hoping not to offend her sensibilities, he had after all just bedded Fanny. He didnt know quite what she was going to say. 

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then she exclaimed, “So this is the man that has stolen my great grand daughter’s heart? I trust you will honor and take good care of her. She is a jewel of this family.” 

He looked at her directly with not a quiver of doubt and said, 
“Yes M’lady I will treasure her always and defend her with my life. She truly is a rare jewel.” 
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Re: {RP} HRH Princess Katarina Adelzhausen’s Estate
October 13, 2013 07:08AM

Dining hall

Fanny must have blushed so fierce, that her great grandmother could not help but notice this. The attention to her, calling her the jewel, had brought out her bashfulness, and it was truly something to see. August was being the perfect gentleman before Katarina, and this was not only noted, but appreciated, considering what the couple had done, by sleeping together in the same room and before wedlock, to be terribly scandalous. 

Katarina placed down her fork and watched the pair intently. Fanny had sat right next to August, and though their hands were not visible on top of the table, there was no doubt in her mind that they might well be holding hands beneath. Truth was, Fanny had reached for August’s hand for reassurance. A slight smile behind the veil of curls, as she likened dining with her great grandmother to be like that of standing before the moral police. But there had been a change in Katarina, probably after she had told her own story to Fanny in the hall earlier. They now shared the secret of the Count. That was bound to be brought up, but not right now. No, Katarina wanted to know more about the young man that stole Fanny’s heart. 

“I will have to lay down a few ground rules, as you are now living under my roof, August. You are welcome to occupy the guest room for as long as you wish, provided that it is kept neat and the servants allowed to come in and do the cleaning. Also, meal times, I expect people to be prompt and on time. Today you have both shown that you are capable of arriving here as the meals are served and for this I am grateful.” 

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Fanny kept quiet as this was being said, as she herself knew all this, but this was her great grandmother’s estate and her word was law. 

“Would you care to tell us a bit about yourself? Your pursuits, hobbies…what entertains you?” Katarina asked. 

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Shane’s House – (22) – River Marked.

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Re: [RP] Shane’s House
October 24, 2013 12:35AM
Shane’s Room

Two nights after the Rodger/Jarvis Showdown…

Shane was in his den, making phone calls in his bid to keep his powerbase out of David’s hands. He was slowly becoming stressed over the whole thing and was snapping at people left and right. Carmen had been keeping out of his way when he got in those moods, letting him blow off steam in his own way. Having the other three vamps camped out in the house couldn’t have been helping matters either.

And so she began to make plans, with Mary’s help.

It was two nights before she could impliment them…

She snuck into his room while he was occupied and placed something on his bed.

Grinning in anticipation, she snuck back out, grabbing up the keys to her car.

“Shane, I’m going out for a bit! Catch you in a while!” she called out. “Oh! Someone delievered something for you! I left it on your bed!” Message delivered, she left the house.

If he went into his room, he would see a card on his bed…

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Meet me at the cabin. I’ve got a surprise for you.
Carmen

Re: [RP] Shane’s House
October 24, 2013 03:18AM
The Den

Two nights had passed since the altercation between Jarvis and Rodger over Amelia, and Shane had been spending much of his time, either doing his work for the D.A’s office, or gathering support for his power base in the Vampire community. Factions were torn, since David was using underhanded tactics to influence those away from Shane. It took a great deal of sweet talking and some cold hard facts about David to make some see reason and stay, but others had already broken their vows, due to David’s methods. In his rage, Shane had broken a few ornaments and glasses, which he threw at various targets in his den, only then when he thought of Carmen, or spoke to her, that his tempered subsided.

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Jarvis was keeping to himself. Mainly due to the hurt pride, and also losing his chance with Amelia, a girl he realized he had fallen in love with. Little did the others know, that he was secretly plotting his next move, but for now, that would remain his own secret. The girls were enjoying being house guests, and weren’t that much trouble, except for the non stop arguing about The Vampire diaries and Miley Cyrus’s twerking on the Video awards. Other than that….they were good as gold.

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Finishing up on his latest case closing, he shut the file and was about to turn off his computer, when Carmen sung out to him;

“Shane, I’m going out for a bit! Catch you in a while!”

“What? Wait…Love. I’ll just be a minute.” He said, hastily trying to finish what he was doing.

“Oh! Someone delivered something for you! I left it on your bed!” Either she didn’t hear him, or was in a mighty big hurry. Shane would emerge from his den, only to hear her car start, and then let it sink in, she had left something on his bed. Like lightning he zipped upstairs, and entered his room, unsure as to what she would just leave on his bed. A sex tape? Walking over, he saw that it was an envelope. Ripping it open, it contained…an invitation.

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His face shone as he read it, and then he tapped the corner of the invite under his chin, musing as to what to take with him. A romantic getaway? Maybe this was just what he needed. Grinning, he quickly packed a small suitcase, and changed into something less business like, before heading to the front door. Looking back, he figured the young trio would be fine, and chuckled at the thought of what Carmen would have in store for him up at the cabin. Not another word, and he left the house, getting his red sports car, and went off after her, for their romantic weekend away.

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Police Station (5) – River Marked.

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Re: [RP] Police Station
September 30, 2013 01:52PM
Parking Lot

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Galtem turned his head around to face Jennifer when she began to speak. One of the things he changed about himself, is that, whenever he is having a serious talk, he doesn’t turn his head around, he faces the person, and tries to look into their eyes, or just looks at their lips, or any other thing on their faces. Its not easy for him to deal with people, and this all feelings thing. The way she said it about him always leaving when things get hard, just made him bite down on his lower lip and gulp harder. That was the truth, and he had to swallow it. Plus if he had stayed, if he had never left, maybe at this moment they would still be together or be something more. Who knew? But at least he would spend more time with her, that was for sure, now he wants her back, and he’s stuck on the situation that her heart is basically half to one and the other half ot the other one, and she needs to decide who she will be with.
Now he was stuck if he should leave or not, because she had told him to not leave, she doesn’t want him to leave, but she also doesn’t know what she wants. She’s in a very fucked up situation, but she isn’t the only one suffering. The conversation seemed to get abit more interesting whenever she turned her whole body to face him, and started to say the kiss did mattered, even tho she wanted to believe it didn’t, but after that, she was totally going say something important, but didn’t finished and that bother him, pretty much.
“What no-”
She was already on her way out, and he wanted her to finish her words. He quickly got out of the car, and walked over her door, he basically made her stay inside the car, and made her lean all the way back, like she was going to lay down, however, he placed his plam on her back, so she wouldn’t hurt herself with the gearbox. He placed his other hand on the wheel, to have some support of his own body, and done his best to lean his own body extremly closer to hers, they was even touching, but no pressure was being made, at the moment.
“Finish your words..”
He mumbled, and stared into her eyes, before look down at her lips, and back up to her eyes, his lower lip was poking hers.

Re: [RP] Police Station
September 30, 2013 02:42PM
Parking Lot

Jennifer was very much taken by surprise when he sped over to her side of the car and stopped her from getting out. So much so that she couldn’t say anything for a moment. He was leaning her back with his hand keeping her from lying down all the way. She was very aware of how quick her breathing had become as soon as he had done that. One arm kept her supported on the chair and the other simply rested beside her. She didn’t dare move because their faces were even closer together before. His body was against hers now and every nerve in her body was screaming at her to do something about it. “Galtem don’t,” she whispered, but he was staring so intensely into her eyes and his lips just barely brushed against hers. Jennifer closed her eyes and swallowed, terrified of what she would do. She had not finished her sentence for a reason. This was much more than she ever wanted him to know. Telling Galtem how she felt would be giving him power. A power she only wanted William to have over her. Her eyes were now open, but she didn’t meet his gaze. “I really do… still love you,” she spoke quietly and finally looked up into his eyes again. “How could I ever stop?” It was almost instinctual that her right hand would come up to the side of his face. Their lips were already touching and it didn’t take much. She leaned up a little to press her lips to his. This kiss was much different from the one in the ladies room at his bar. It was not as fierce, but had just as much passion. It was almost sad. She knew she loved Galtem and now he did as well, but she did not want to love him. She did not want to have the urge to kiss him whenever she saw him. After a moment she broke away, but was forced to say in the same position since he was leaning over her still. “Are you happy now? I can’t help but love you and I’m tortured every single day because of it. If we were meant to be, you wouldn’t have left and we’d be together. What’s done is done. We can’t change that.” She didn’t know if she meant what she was saying. If she and William were meant to be does that mean he wouldn’t have left her? Or would that never have happened if Galtem hadn’t showed up? What she wanted was to get William back, but how could she do that if she couldn’t keep her hands off Galtem every time she saw him? She didn’t dare meet his eye and simply waited to see if he would move now.

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Re: [RP] Police Station
October 01, 2013 07:19AM
Carmen’s New Office

Mary had been in absolute shock when she met Carmen for dinner, Shane’s gift giving Carmen a look of such beauty and sexiness, men that wouldn’t give her the time of day stopped to try and catch her attention. It was heady stuff to the brunette, but she only had eyes for one man.

Over dinner, Carmen told Mary parts of what had occured over the last few days, spinning the story the Police Commissioner had given to the press. She left out the events at the cabin, stating only she had hidden away to mourn Louisa’s death in private. She explained how Shane had tracked her down to make sure she was all right, shocking the woman when Carmen told her they were actually VERY good friends. Mary thought the whole thing kind of romantic.

Carmen hated lying to Mary, but it was a necessary evil.

And now, they were at the police department, checking out Carmen’s new office. Carmen was nervous about walking into that place again, but the few officers she came across during that time of night were quick to assure her they were on her side. She had earned their respect, something she’d been trying to achieve since she moved to town.

She would have to remember to thank Shane for that next time she saw him.

Mary took her to their floor in the building and lead her to an area that Carmen had never been in before. The reception area was as big as Mary said it was and Carmen was impressed.

“Welcome to your new office.” Mary smiled, throwing open the doors. Carmen stepped inside and her eyes went wide.

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“I’ve already had all your files and books moved up here so you won’t lose anything when you return.” Mary smiled, watching as Carmen walked around to admire everything. She left her to it and closed the door behind her. With a delighted laugh, Carmen sat in the chair behind the desk and spun around in it a few times. Leaning back with a smile, she laced her fingers behind her head and grinned.

“Oh yes…” she smirked to herself. “Things are going to get so much better.”

Re: [RP] Police Station
October 01, 2013 02:10PM
Parking Lot

Galtem knew he shouldn’t be so closer to her, it was dangerous, dangerous for his feelings and urges. Having her this closer to him, only made him want more of her touch, hell, his body was already pressed against hers. His lower lip was just joking hers, like he was extremely tempted to kiss her. His eyes never left hers, even tho she stopped looking at him for few seconds.
We couldn’t really blame a guy who wanted to know the “truth”, her words seemed importante, he needed to know, so badly, but would her answer be something he wanted to hear? Screw it, he was going forward it. As soon as she spoke, he just frooze, she said she loved him and never had stopped having that strong feeling towards him. But why was he so shocked? Wasn’t it obvious? They was basically going to make out in the bathroom last night, she didn’t stopped him from doing such thing, just like in her house. He could kiss her if he wanted to, hell, he wanted, but he needed to control himself.
However this time, he didn’t had to go after her lips, she was the one who first kissed him. Feeling the touch of her cold hand against his cheek, gave him some goosebumps, then his lips was finally against hers. This kiss was different from the other one, it wasn’t so rough, it was more calm, but still full of passion. He found himself enjoying it, a lot, it was weird having something so calm happen for somebody like him, but he loved it. The only thing he hated about this, is that, it didn’t lasted as long as he wanted to, and he hated that. Her next words made him feel like he was forcing her to kiss him, like she had no self will, that bothered him. He didn’t moved at first, he just stared down at her, with some gaze into her eyes, like he was telling her his true honest and real feelings. After few seconds, he finally backed away, but didn’t let go of her, he helped her getting out of the car, and closed the door once she was out.
He didn’t said anything anymore, he just began to walk away from her, like he was upset or something, but it didn’t lasted that long til he turned his head around, and gave her some smile with a wink along, and moved his head in a way like he was calling her to come into the police station, so they could finish this quickly.
Was he upset? That is a question with no answer, yet.

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Re: [RP] Police Station
October 01, 2013 05:53PM
Parking Lot

When Galtem said nothing to what had just happened, she began to get a little nervous and just sort of looked around for a second as he watched her. After a moment he moved to get up and she let out a small sigh of relief. As he got out of the car he took her with him and easily pulled her out of the car after him. Without a word he walked away and she assumed what she had said had upset him. Well the words had to have been said. There was no happy ending for Jennifer and Galtem. The sooner he came to accept it the better. But then he turned around and did that Galtem smirk that drove her insane and nodded his head for her to follow. She took a deep breath, trying not to let his appearance get to her too much, and pulled all her hair to once side to make sure it was not messed up. Walking into the police station looking somewhat disheveled with Galtem would not look very good for her. Standing up straight and taking a moment to collect herself, she followed him in.
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She walked in and went straight to the front counter. A man held up a finger to her telling her to wait. She didn’t look over at Galtem, but leaned on the counter, resting her face on the palm of her hand with an expression that made it clear that she did not want to be here. It would be so much easier if she could blame this whole situation on someone else. Galtem had even tried to take the blame for her. Something he tried to do for her sake, but it rarely worked. Galtem may be at as much fault as she was in the situation, but Galtem was not the one dating someone else. That was all on her.

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Finally the man came back and she explained what she was here for. He raised his eyebrows and glanced over at Galtem, but said nothing, giving her what she needed to right on. Jennifer took a moment before she began to write. The lieutenant had said she didn’t need to be too detailed in her statement. At least that’s what it had seemed he had been hinting, so she decided to leave out the part where their tongues were down each other’s throats and made it sound like they had merely been catching up. Though anyone looking at it other than to simply glance could probably figure out what had really gone down. It ended with where Amelia had walked in and she had walked out, leaving Galtem with a kiss. But you know, without the kiss part. “Am I done here?” she asked, not bothering to be her usually polite self. He didn’t seem to mind because he dismissed her and she simply turned to Galtem with raised eyebrows, asking if he was ready to go. Without waiting for an answer, she left the building, wanting to get out of there as soon as she could.
She got in her car and waited for him to get in as well. When he did she started the car. “I left my stuff at the club last night and have to go get it. Mind if we go get it?” she asked. Just saying the word ‘club’ made her feel incredibly guilty. She knew it was a bad idea to go at the moment, though. When Galtem had left both times she’d made a habit of drinking way too much and acting like someone she was not. Going to the bar right now would most likely bring that out of her, but between her heartbreak and her guilt, she was not much thinking about what was a good or bad idea. Only what sounded good to her at the moment.

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Re: [RP] Police Station
October 02, 2013 01:54PM
Galtem keep on walking and stepped inside the police station, he allowed Jennifer to go first to talk to the cop, he just stayed behind her, and noticed the look the cop was giving him, which made him frown and look away while licking his lips. Always getting judging looks, this was so annoying. He decided to walk away from Jennifer, not that far tho, he was just walking around in the room, trying to see other things that could distract him. What caught his attention was some kid getting scolded by a cop because he got high and drunk at the party, he wouldn’t go to jail due be under aged, and also because he didn’t had drugs with him anymore, he just consumed them. The cop was probably being nice on the part on not putting the boy into much trouble, other than call his parents, and then his parents would scold him. If Caleb was in the same situation as this boy, Galtem would snap, and would scold him as much as he could. Caleb was here to behave, not to start destroying his life or other people’s lives. With this thought, Galtem decided to text Caleb and ask where would he be, luckily for him he had saved Caleb’s phone number in his phone, or else he wouldn’t have remembered it.
After this, Galtem placed his phone back into the pocket of his jeans, he folded his arms in front of his chest, and stared around trying to get his mind busy till Jennifer was done. He only knew she was done, when he noticed her walking out of the police station, she didn’t even warned him or something, or waited for him, she just keep on walking. Rolling his eyes, Galtem just began to follow her, they was heading into her car. He didn’t knew if he should go after her or not, since he didn’t knew if she still wanted his company for that long, but he didn’t wanted to leave her either, not after what she said, the both of them loved each other, why couldn’t it happen? Why not give a second chance? This time start all over again, like they had never met each other before, just start from the begining, it would only be good for them, right? But Galtem only sees Jennifer want William, and only William, which bothered him and a lot. William left her right? Then her and Will wasn’t meant to be either. She said if he didn’t had left her, then it was meant to be, but he did. However, isn’t the same thing with William? He shouldn’t bring that up, or else that would piss her off, so he stayed quiet.
Sitting down on the passenger seat, he started to put on the belt from his seat, and turned his hed to look at her, she was asking him if he minded to go with her to the club to go get her stuff. He just grinned and stared at her.
“You’re enjoying my company? Sure blondie, lets go.”
He teased her a little, and smirked.

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Re: [RP] Police Station
October 29, 2013 08:09AM
Carmen had been determined to give Shane the best weekend of his life and she felt she accomplished it.

They had spent the weekend in solitude at the cabin, doing all the things two people in love should do together; making love before the fire, having rough sex on the porch under the stars, out in the woods under a canopy of trees, feeding on the locals, having sex in between the dead bodies…you get the picture.

And so it was a relaxed and focused Shane that returned home once their weekend was over.

But Monday evening appeared with a vengeance and with it, Carmen’s two-week vacation was over. Back to the daily grind of work.

Police Station

Nervous about the reception she would receive upon her return, she took a few minutes to sit in her car, staring up at the building she hadn’t been in over 2 weeks.

“Okay, I can do this.” she murmured to herself, stepping from her car. She gathered her bag and locked her car before heading inside.

All movement stopped when she stepped through the doors, and she swallowed hard as she became the focus of many stares. And then the applause started. It was slow at first and then picked up steam, traveling around the precinct in a wave. Then the whistles and catcalls started as she made her way to the elevators.

“Way to go, Carmen!”…”Good job, catching that psycho!”…”I knew you didn’t murder those people, Carmen!”

She smiled and waved before stepping into the elevator, glad for the silence when the doors closed. She felt like such a fraud. She bit her tongue, silently berating herself for feeling like she did.

Carmen’s Office

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Mary was sitting at her desk when Carmen finally arrived. That surprised Carmen.

“Mary, what are you doing here?”

“You didn’t think I was going to leave someone else in charge of the place while I was sleeping did you? Not on my watch. I adjusted my sleeping schedule so I could be here with you. Nothing short of death will get you rid of me.” Mary grinned. Carmen, in a rare show of emotion, hugged her friend and long-time assistant.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Mary.”

“Hopefully you won’t have to find out for a long time yet.” Mary laughed. Carmen grinned before stepping into her office.

Time to get back to work!

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October 29, 2013 09:12AM
Police Station

In the sea of officers and detectives that applauded the return of Carmen to active duty, sat one man, who clapped along with everyone else, but had a different reason for doing so. Sitting at his desk, with a yellow file upon the desk top, he had been waiting hours for Carmen to show up. The response from everyone around him showed that Shane’s PR skills were certainly up to par, for all believed the story of who killed Louisa and Amanda. Even he was astonished by that fact. Knowing what he knew, especially from the cabin, and after speaking in depth with David, the history of the couple was not one of two star crossed lovers. David could see opportunity in taking advantage of Carmen, using the very evidence she provided when hiring him to get the “goods” on Shane. The funny part was….he did.

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Rising from his desk, Matt made his way silently over to Mary’s desk, and with the folder under his arm, he asked.

“Is it okay if I wish the Lieutenant well in person? I won’t be five minutes.” He said, with that doe eyed look of his. Would she say yes?

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Re: [RP] Police Station
October 29, 2013 09:44AM
Mary’s Desk

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Mary was hard at work, organizing files and taking phone calls when she sensed someone standing at her desk. She glanced up.

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“Can I help you, young man?” she asked politely.

“Is it okay if I wish the Lieutenant well in person? I won’t be five minutes.” he asked, giving his best kicked puppy look. Mary always was a sucker for a cute face.

“All right. But she’s a busy woman, so don’t take up her time. And I won’t even tell her you’re here. Just go on in.” Mary waved him past her desk and went back to work.

Carmen’s Office

Carmen had been pacing around her office, catching up on some files. It helped her to think as she did this and she was twirling a pen in her hand as she worked. She was walking back to her desk when she dropped her pen. Swearing as it went beneath one of her office chairs, she got down on her hands and knees to look for it. Her backside was facing the door and she didn’t hear or see Matt when he came in.

But the view he got was probably wasn’t what he was expecting to see.

Re: [RP] Police Station
October 29, 2013 03:03PM
Carmen’s office

The view…wasn’t at all what he was expecting to see at all. Carmen’s rounded backside facing him as he wordlessly entered the door. Closing it behind him, he had the file under his right arm and then coughed loudly, so she would know that there was someone in the room with her now.

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“Last time I saw you, I believe it was from the back as well.” Matt said, in a light voice, not intended to scare her, he really wasn’t into all that intimidation stuff like David. Looking around the office, he could see that this was what it was like to make it in the world. All the trappings of fame and fortune, but the truth was she deserved none of this. He knew she killed Amanda in cold blood…and he also knew that Shane was the one that pulled the strings to make this all possible.

Matt of course was on a mission, sent by David to let Carmen know of the war that was about to take place for the power position amongst the vampires of Derry. In the file under his arm…damning evidence, that was about to spoil Carmen’s first night back on the force.

“Bet you’re not overly happy to see me, Carmen.”

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Re: [RP] Police Station
October 29, 2013 03:16PM
“Last time I saw you, I believe it was from the back as well.”

Carmen froze in place for a moment before she quickly climbed to her feet. She whirled around to see Matt standing in her office.

“Shit” was the first word to pop into her mind. The last time she’d seen Matt, he’d been intent on sampling her blood before jamming a needle into her neck. She was not going to be caught off-guard like that again. She glared at him, ready for anything.

“Bet you’re not overly happy to see me, Carmen.”

“What the fuck clued you in?” she snapped. “How did you get in here? Where’s Mary? If you harmed one hair on her head, I’ll kill you!”

She picked up the letter opener from her desk, brandishing it like a weapon.

Re: [RP] Police Station
October 29, 2013 03:25PM
Carmen’s office

Seeing Carmen pick up the letter opener and brandishing it like a weapon, Matt looked at her like she must be mad. A letter opener wouldn’t do a great deal to a vampire. He looked at the file tucked under his arm and brought it out. “What? You want something to open this with?”

Matt sat himself down calmly in one of the plush leather chairs, and set the file down on his lap. If she bothered to notice, it had her hand writing on the cover. He didn’t seem fazed by her reaction either. He was already dead. What was she going to do, kill him a second time.

“Mary kindly let me in, so I could wish you well on your…appointment. As to whether or not she is fine..she looked great. A bit over worked, but happy.” It would be abundantly clear by now, that Matt was nothing like David or Shane…he was merely the messenger boy.

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“I have something that might interest you, or you can just ask me to leave.”

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Re: [RP] Police Station
October 29, 2013 03:34PM
“Just tell me what the hell you want and leave, Matt.” she snarled, realizing the letter opened wasn’t much of a weapon.

She set it down and stared at him calmly. Inside she was raging. She wanted to call Shane but realized that if something were to happen, he wouldn’t arrive in time.

So…she would have to do this herself.

“Well?” she demanded.

Re: [RP] Police Station
October 29, 2013 03:42PM
Carmen’s office

“Hmm, I guess I shouldn’t have expected you to be hospitable. Not to worry.”

Matt opened the file, and then flicked through the papers, all of which were the investigation that Carmen herself had ordered, before she changed her mind. Truth was…David carried it out, and in doing so, uncovered a secret that had even the hard arsed David shocked to the core.

Matt found the piece he was looking for and slowly pulled it out. A simple photograph…its edges worn and taken some time ago. It was of a teenage girl, with haunting blue eyes and wintery blonde hair. Matt set it down on the desk wordlessly, and then closed the file, giving Carmen a crooked smile.

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“Well that was easier than I thought. Congrats on your new office, and title.”

He then turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The picture on her desk….only one man knew who she was. Shane…had not told her everything.

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Re: [RP] Police Station
October 29, 2013 03:50PM
She watched Matt rifle through the file in his lap before pulling out an article, which turned out to be a photograph.

“What’s this?” she asked as he set the picture on his desk.

He didn’t answer, simply tossed her a smile and walked from the room.

She stared down at the picture on her desk, eyes wide. She could instantly see the resemblence to her fiance.

She needed answers.

And there was only one person who could answer them.

She slipped the photo into her bag, and continued with the rest of her work. She wasn’t going to screw up now by leaving early. There would be plenty of time to talk to Shane when she got home.

Unless he came to her first.

Re: [RP] Police Station
October 31, 2013 12:01AM
Matt’s desk

Having done the delivery as David had instructed, Matt handled the situation pretty well he thought. He knew that Carmen didn’t trust him, but her defensive nature was something of a surprise. He certainly didn’t expect her to wield a letter opener against him. Novel as it was. The young Officer sat down at his desk, and placed the file that he had taken into Carmen’s office and placed it in the bottom drawer of his desk. With a key he locked it, so the cleaning staff couldn’t rifle through it later on, after hours.

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Matt stared at Carmen’s door, wondering just how long it would be, before she burst out that door, and went in search of Shane. Oh, she was going to want answers alright. Matt of course, he knew what the photograph had represented. David had pulled out all the stops this time, having dug so deep into Shane’s past that he uncovered a mystery that even Shane had not been able to crack himself. The most powerful Vampire in Derry, and this had alluded him for years.

How many nights had he searched for her? Who was to know? One thing was for certain. When he discovered that Bridget was still in Derry….and who she was with, the shit was about to hit the fan and hard. Smirking to himself, he went back to writing reports up on the local clubs and kept himself busy, till the phone rang.

“Matt Reed.”

“You deliver the photograph?”

“Yup…should have seen her face. Shocked and confused come to mind.”

“Good….now…we wait.”

Matt hung up the phone, and went right back on to his work.

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Re: [RP] Police Station
October 31, 2013 12:17AM
The work was mind-numbing to say the least but she couldn’t seem to keep her mind on it. The photograph beckoned to her and she pulled it out a second time to give it the once-over. She could see Shane in every inch of the girl’s face.

She pulled out her cell phone and started to dial Shane’s number. When she wanted to press “Send”, she ended up pressing “Cancel” instead. She looked at the picture one last time before shoving it in her bag. She set aside her phone and got back to work.

She trusted Shane, and knew he was always honest with her. He had been from day one. And she had felt the grief of him losing his family. That kind of grief couldn’t be faked, not even by Hollywood actor standards.

So who was the girl in the picture?

She was scared to find out.

She picked up her phone and buzzed Mary at her desk.

“What’s up?”

“You’ve got a good view of the squad room?”

“Yeah.”

“Detective Reed, what’s he doing right now?”

“Um…he just locked something in his desk…and now he’s on the phone. Conversation looks intense.”

Mary kept a keen eye on Matt without letting on she was observing him. She was good at her job, that was why Carmen hired her.

“Do me a favor…find out who he’s been talking to. If you can, get the LUDs for his phone.”

“Think this might be related to you-know-what?” Mary whispered.

“I’m almost positive of it. He sought me out for a reason…and I want to know what it is.”

“You got it boss. How soon?”

“Before you leave in the morning would be preferable.”

“I’ll get right on it.”

“You’re the best, Mary.” Carmen smiled.

“Christmas is around the corner.” Mary grinned before hanging up the phone. Carmen sat back in her seat, curious about Matt and his extracurricular activities.

Re: [RP] Police Station
November 01, 2013 05:15AM
Matt’s desk

The night was proving to be a long one, and Matt finally got through with all his reports, and not before time either. Closing down his terminal and then filing away the last of his reports in his tray, he eased back in his chair, stretching slightly, his arms up over his head. One thing he did notice, was that Mary; Carmen’s secretary kept looking at him oddly. Strange, she was pretty friendly when he first went in Carmen’s office. Maybe, Carmen had a quiet word with Mary after the photograph was dropped. it made sense really, since Carmen had yet to leave her office. He had expected her to go running off to Shane right away, but she must be up to something else.

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Switching off his desk light, he rose up and pushed his chair back. Moving out from it, he reached for his jacket, and his kit. Bike helmet and bag, getting ready to head off before sun up. His mission, was accomplished. Question was, would Carmen take the bait?

David had been pretty sure she would. In fact he could have bet on it. As he made his way out of the office, he passed Mary’s desk, and waved casually.

“Night Mary….have a good one.” Matt winked and sauntered out the door, heading for the car park, where his bike was parked. Not far from Carmen’s car.

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Scotland Yard (2) – Rosas Spinis.

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Re: (RP) : Scotland Yard
January 17, 2014 05:08AM
Scotland Yard

Rise of the Night walkers.

Reginald sat stony faced in the carriage, as it was driven along the busy Oxford street with Miss Westlake for company. It wasn’t his idea to have her tag along with him, but Johnathon had to deal with his patients, and Reginald happened to be heading back to the Yard, after an extended leave after the Demon Ball disaster. He gripped the door handle of the carriage, as it tettered back and forth, while Miss Westlake appeared smug to be tagging along.

“You don’t approve of me, do you, Detective?”

Looking up slyly from beneath his hat, his facial expression said one thing his voice another.

“It’s not a case of whether I approve, I just don’t think you should be involving yourself in detective work, what with the dangers of these streets. A woman of your stature could easily be taken down…and lord knows that the streets are filled with all manner of men with ill intent and lustful urges.” The Detective was one who believed a woman’s place was in the home, and tending to her husband. He had high hopes for his daughter, but she was so strong willed half the time, he always seemed to lose the fight.

Vivian found his answer to be typical of a man of the age. Shaking her head she tuttered under her breath. “I am sure you will find, Detective that I am full of surprises.” So confident she was, that he couldn’t help but roll his eyes, as the carriage shunted to a stop. Right outside the Yard too.

“Well, this is where we go our separate ways, Miss Westlake. I would say it has been a pleasure, however..I am glad to see that you will be going back to your paper and out of our lives. Good day.” Reginald tipped his hat, before exiting the carriage, only to be met by one very worried looking Superintendent.

“Reginald. A word…terribly important. My office. Now.” He hurried inside, and Reginald picked up the pace, as Vivian leaned out the window. “Oi! You forgot your umbrella, Detective.” Course, he didn’t hear her, and she grumbled as she got out of the carriage as well, and gripping her skirts, headed up into the large building, where she normally wouldn’t be caught dead.

The halls were alive with people seeking help, others being brought in for questioning, homeless vagrants, pick pockets and prostitutes. Vivian made her way through the crush of people, trying to catch up with Reginald, when finally she came to the door that led to the Superintendent’s office. From behind the frosted glass, she could make out three people. The Superintendent, Reginald, and a middle aged woman, who appeared to be crying. Vivian pressed her ear up to the glass, to try and hear what was being said.

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“Detective, this is Lady Addams, from the town of Luxley. Seems that there has been reported sightings of creatures that had come up from the marshes, and …killing her sheep.” The Superintendent said, as the woman nodded, but then interjected, since it was more than just sheep that were being killed. “One of the care takers. Mister Riley. A good..sweet man, he went missing last Tuesday after dealing with some hired hands that had not been doing their jobs proper.”The woman paused, then she struggled to get the next part out. “He….he was found. Bludgeoned…and, with his eyes and tongue cut out. My husband wanted this to be kept quiet. and he doesn’t know I am here to speak of this, for…he would not want the attention of the police. But I have to tell someone. I have small children, and the villages say…they say…that the Night walkers are back.”

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Vivian heard this from the outside of the office, and gasped. ~Night walkers?~ Would such an old wives tale be true? Or was it foul play, committed by someone on the farm. Vivian kept listening, as the Superintendent stared at Reginald.

“I want you to go back out to Luxley and the Addams estate and investigate this. It’s top priority.”

“Is it alright if I pick up my colleague, Johnathon Bianchi? He is a specialist when it comes to gruesome murders.”The Detective asked, hoping that Johanthon wouldn’t be too furious to drag him from his work again. The Superintendent nodded.“That is a good idea. The Yard will pay for his expenses as he should be compensated for his time away from his clinic.”

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Reginald was given a signed detail of how to get to the Estate by Lady Addams, who took up her bag and thanked the Superintendent and Reginald for their help. She opened the door, only to see Vivian standing there, grinning broadly. “Nice hat.” Vivian chortled, and then quietened as Reginald came out of the office. “I thought I told you to go back to your paper.”He said, with a disgruntled tone. Vivian smiled, and handed him his umbrella. “I was returning this…and I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. Night walkers. Sounds like a job for the three of us. Let’s go get Johnathon.” She started, eager to solve the mystery. Reginald slapped his forehead, realizing getting rid of Vivian now, was virtually impossible.

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So back to the Bianchi manor, they went.

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Supernatural – The Human Realm (20) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

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March 02, 2014 08:27PM
Central Train station.

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The number 54 train from Linkinshaw was running suprisingly late. An old frieght locomotive that had not been in service for sometime had appeared on the schedule, much to the Central station Master’s surprise. He had been following its progress, as the train was running well past midnight and with a skeleton crew on at the Central station, there was really nothing much else going on. The usual commuters were all tucked away in their beds and the city slept. Well…most of the city. Standing on platform five was a dark figure who was about six and a half feet tall. Dark skin and a balding head, with a long scar across his right cheek.

Interestingly enough, security cameras on that platform….saw nothing.

The faintest of light was seen in the darkened underground tunnel that led to the Central station. On the platform, newspapers were whipped up by the surge of wind as a dull fog seemed to be now rolling across the platform all coming from the same tunnel.

Up in the control room, the blinking light again showed number 54 was on the move. the Station master eased forward in his seat – his cigarette burning low as he squinted at the large monitor.

“What the hell?” He thought to himself. It was going to stop on platform five, but that was a commuter train stop. Freight trains were meant to go on nine and ten. Curiosity got the better of him, as he reached for his hat and then stubbed out his cigarette. There was no on on platform five. None…that he could see. He pushed himself out of his chair, and taking his report chart and whistle, he left the control room and made his way down to the platforms, but as he left the room, all the train lights on the monitor, suddenly came to life. Two trains changed tracks, and were on a collision course.

Down on platform five, the mystery frieght train came rolling into a stop. The dark man grinning to himself as the wooden slatted freight carriage marked #115 stopped right in front of him. He slapped his gloved hands together and strolled towards the locked door of the carriage, and placed a large key in the brass lock. It opened with a grinding snap and unlocked. The man tossed the lock away behind him, while up ahead the driver got out of the main engine and started to walk down slowly, holding a red lantern. He walked with a noticeable limp and growled low as he approached the larger man who was trying to open the wooden door, which groaned and creaked as it slid on unoiled tracks.

Inside the carriage was a trolley and a large wooden box. It had Romanian letters down the sides and it was large enough to contain…a coffin. As the dark man entered the carriage to get out the box and wheel it with the trolley, the Station Master approached from the stair well.

“Hey! What is this train doing on number five platform? Where is your identification pass?”

He was speaking to the driver, who now ambled slowly towards him, but the faint light offered no clue as to the man’s identity. All he did, was growl in response. The Station Master was getting annoyed and pulled out his report clip board. Checking the time table, he shook his head. “This train should not be here.”

Suddenly a voice behind him said.

“It’s only…a hundred years late.”

Turning around, the man dropped the clip board as he saw a beautiful raven haired woman approach. She licked her lips, but it was clear as she came into view, that she had elongated fangs pressed on the outside of her full lips.

“That’s impossible.” The Station Master said, now starting to back up. He ripped up his whistle that dangled on his chain and went to put it into his mouth, as the woman darted at speed and seized the man by the throat with her right clawed hand. “Ah ah ahhh. No one..is going to hear you.” That said, she brought up her other hand to the top of his head, and then twisting forcibly, she broke his neck, letting his lifeless body fall to the ground.

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Laughing, she took a glance inside the carriage and uttered. “We don’t have much time, Rhekas. Let’s get the box and get out of here.” The dark man nodded and tied up the wooden box to the trolley, and started to back it out of the wooden carriage, while the driver came up alongside the raven haired woman, and started to nuzzle her neck affectionately. She stroked his cheek as though she had some affection for him, then lowered her arm as she fell in behind the dark man, who wheeled the wooden box to the nearest lift. The train driver then grabbed the arm of the dead Station master, whose eyes were staring out soulessly, and took him back up to the front engine of the train.

The lights changed to green as the train started off again, while on another track that was in a populated area of the city, two passenger trains were on a collision course. With no one to stop it.

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The Ronin & The Serpent – Part Three.

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Re: (RP) The Ronin & the Serpent.
March 13, 2014 05:55AM
The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Three

“The War Horse”

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IceTe3a: – Ronin stood there waiting for the serpent to accept his challenge, he could not understand why she was not charging towards him, and perhaps the pain she was in was too great. Suddenly It hit him, literally a arrow fired from behind him had torn straight through the back of his left knee, sticking out through the front He grunts as he feels the raw pain of the fresh wound, quickly he grabs three shuriken tossing them towards the rogue bowman before falling down onto his right knee, glancing over towards where the serpent was he noticed her running away on his horse into the distance leaving him with but one message “To a place where men do not go back on their word” was all he heard as she rode off out of sight. “Damn” was all he said as he snapped the tip of the arrow, then pulled the rest of the arrow through his leg tossing it on the ground, blood gushing down his leg he ripped off a piece of cloth binding the wound after rubbing dirt into it to clog the bleeding. The poison was taking its affect to his body and senses; never would he have let that happen if he was in full form. He needed to get to this snake charmer and get the anti-dote off of him to cure the poison. Coming to a stand he grunts as he shifts his weight to the better knee, making his way up towards Rikkens place, he would have to tell the surviving guards what was in order next and what to do with Rikkens place, he would have to find the warlords lands, and retrieve the daughter he would not allow a second female to be stolen even if he just met the young lady. She may think she is in love with the warlord’s son, but could she truly love someone who killed so many innocent bystanders amongst her father and friends? He did not believe she would, she would be shocked about what happened and was taken against her will.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Wedding that never was. Carnage. Blooded bodies, crying children, weeping widows. It was a scene that would break the heart of many a hardened man. The guards that belonged to the Dragon had taken flight after massacring a good number of civilians. The monks were mostly operatives of the warlord in disguise. Many had fled, either on foot or rode out on stolen horses, leaving a shattered people behind. Banners of the Dragon were now crumpled in the dirt, and the wailing of the servants of Rikken could be heard well beyond the city walls. Those that had survived were helping the injured, and in the midst of this all the wine merchant was standing with his boa staff. His hood pulled back, and his face ashen with what he had witnessed. He walked the same path of that of the procession, looking for clues along the way that might help him uncover more about those that committed the crimes against an unsuspecting people. “Hmmph!” That was all he could think to utter on seeing the burnt remains of Rikken upon the stairs of his home. He had paid for his sins and his lies, and his daughter was now in the hands of the son of the Warlord. But where was the Ronin? And why he failed? <3>

IceTe3a: – Going through the past events in his mind like reading a book, studying exactly what had happened as he continues to walk the path back up to Rikkens, he could see it in his view but at this pace he would take awhile to arrive. Nothing could have been done differently to stop that situation, the guards were ill prepared for the attack against skilled warriors, It was a shame it had to go down this path. With each step on his left leg slightly lifted but still dragging across the ground, the dirt stiring in the mist of the air leaving a trail of blood splats on the ground he grunted slightly, as the cloth wrapped around the fresh wound started to get bloodied and stained but the dirt he had placed in the wound beforehand had helped clog the bleeding, this did not help the poison though, he was feeling the effects of it as his body was growing weaker. The serpent, A female warrior extremely skilled in her arts, he underestimated her; never to make the same mistake again, what was her story and what reasons did she have for doing this besides being a good soldier and taking orders. Although he noticed she would not confront him head on as she only attacked as a distraction to attempt to escape the situation. Perhaps only following orders, or perhaps something else he could not be sure what to think exactly, he needed to meditate on this.. bells rang in his head meditation, slowing down his heart rate and breathing would slow down the travel of the poison, although in his current state there was no hope of being able to fully do this, but he had to do it anyway, any extra time would help dearly in this situation. Closing his eyes he continues to walk forward his left leg dragging against the dirt covered road kicking up dust, he clears everything from his mind and breaths shallow breaths, it was working slightly, he could feel his heart rate slowly decrease although the poison was working against him it would not help in the long run but it may just give him the time he needs in order to get the antidote. What should have taken mere minutes ended up in a 8 minute slow and painful walk, finally reaching the gates of Rikkens place, he could smell the metallic smell of blood in the air, He would have to deal with the poison first and then bring order to this chaos. “ I need the snake charmer NOW” Ronin bellowed over the crying and moans of the people who survived the onslaught as he stepped through the gates into the start of the garden area where the event had taken place, Ronin was not one to shout but desperate times call for desperate measures. Finally making it in the midst of the battlefield, his pants ripped and bloodstained, his bare chest covered in his blood amongst others as he stood tall his eyes glancing around at the bloodied field as he slightly swayed from side to side, small sweat balls gathered on his brow from the poison, he was starting to feel the effects as he gained a fever, the poison was acting fast.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The sound of the Ronin’s voice brought the attention of many that were laying or sitting on the ground nearby, and one other. The Wine merchant who had been at the stairs of Rikken’s house, he turned and then saw the state of the Ronin. He had taken an arrow to the knee, by the looks of it, and also was looking set to pass out. A blooded stain on his arm indicated he had been struck by another weapon. The Serpent. She had gotten her fangs into the Ronin after all. Deadly..to a fault. The Wine Merchant lifted his boa staff and ran towards the Ronin as he looked about to fall and caught him on the fly. “I need a surgeon….and that Snake Charmer!” The Snake charmer, who had been sitting up against the wall, with his basket of snakes raised his head slightly. Wearing a large hat to shield his face, one could not see the smirk that lay beneath. He was wearing a red robe with golden stitching and matching sandals. Part of the circus troupe, he was not one of the Warlord’s men but merely paid to place the snake on the son of the Dragon – a known enemy of the Warlord’s house. “She bit you too, eh?” The Snake charmer said, pushing himself to standing and dusting off his coat. The Wine merchant was in no mood for attitude. He was holding the fallen Ronin and tore out the dart. Holding it up, you could see the tip was discoloured from the blood stain on his skin. “What did she use?” The Wine Merchant said, knowing time was of the essence. Sidling up to the pair, the snake charmer brought out a small vile from beneath his jacket and handed it to the Wine Merchant. “The antidote. It will cost him though. Fifty silver coins.” Making a bargain with a dying man was poor form, by any sense of the word. The Wine merchant seized the vial and spat back – “I will pay you, after this works.” Thinking it may just be alcohol and not the antidote at all. The Snake charmer shrugged, and watched the Wine merchant administer the vial to Ronin’s lips. “Drink it, Son.” The Wine Merchant urged, as now a small gathering of children watched, before a doctor made his way through the throng. “How bad is he?” The Doctor asked, looking to strip away the blooded strip of cloth from the Ronin’s knee. The sight beneath was horrific. “He needs a transfusion.” But of course not until the antidote kicked in. All watched the Ronin, to see if the antidote was working. <3>

IceTe3a: – He grunts as his will gives up, getting to dizzy he starts to fall only to be caught by the wine merchant from earlier, who was he exactly, he was no ordinary merchant but Ronin did not have the energy to question the man. He listened to the conversation that was being held in front of him, the snake charmer showed himself asking for payment for the antidote if there was one thing you could trust in it’s the greed of mankind, the snake charmer proving this point. Ronin was in and out of consciousness only catching parts of the conversation, opening his eyes again he comes to find the wine merchant shoving a small vial on his lips telling him to drink, he opens his lips slightly, his cracked lips welcoming the thought of any sort of liquid to smooth out his dry mouth, gulping down the antidote with pain he coughs out aloud, taking a deep breath he sighs with relief having to believe the snake charmer would be honest about the antidote, only time would tell. His eyes fall onto the doctor who was now stripping the self made bandage Ronin had put on his fresh wound, the blood trickled down his leg slowly as he heard the doctor talk about how serious the wound is. “I.. ripped out the arrow… serpent..” his energy was weak but he managed to jumble out some words slowly, as his breathing came to a normal steady pace. He knew the doctor would want to take care of the wound but he had to get the guards up to date and start to prepare to give chance to the serpent “I must give chase” as he went to take a step forward attempting to get loose of the wine merchants grip in defiance.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Wine merchant however would not let the Ronin just try and get away with a damaged knee and suffering from dehydration. His honor and pride at stake, this was clearly driving him forward, but the Wine Merchant would have none of that. “You give chase now, and die in the desert. One does not simply go after the Serpent in your state. Look what she has already done to you.” He spoke with a tone of authority and not that of a simple merchant. It was true; the wine merchant was not at all what he appeared to be. Snapping his fingers, he gave orders for two guards to help assist the Ronin to the Doctor’s home, so that he could be given water, and proper treatment, before setting off on his quest. “A wise man does not rush head first into danger. Patience!” he urged, as the guards both did as were told. There had been enough death for one day. The doctor led the way to his simple abode, where there was a small bed in back. The two guards helped ease the Ronin down, as the Wine Merchant came to sit on a rickety chair, that was beside the bed. “I want his leg properly cleaned, and sewn. Check for breaks in the bone.” The Wine merchant said, as the Doctor got his supplies in order, and washing his hands so they were sterile before starting. Resting his boa staff against the wall of the house, he looked down at the Ronin and said. “You’ve had a busy day. Let us talk more…about this..Serpant.” <3>

IceTe3a: – The wine merchant stopping Ronins attempt to give chase, there was nothing Ronin could do he was to weak to defy the orders of the merchant. Looking down at his wound, in his attempt at moving he had pushed some of the dirt out of his wound, as blood trickled down slowly from his wound onto his leg, a warm streamline going down to the floor. staying put as he heard the Merchant speak ‘ Look what she’s done with you’ he chuckles slightly “ You should see what I did to her” he said as he wondered exactly how she was faring with her fresh wound, she bit him but he bit back. Like a rag doll Ronin was dragged into the doctors home, it was a simple and small house, as he was laid down on top of a table he watched the doctor as he looked around, his wound bleeding slightly as some of the dirt had fallen out. “ The serpant, a female warrior, Skilled in the bow that is for sure. Although she would not fight me directly, I do believe she has skill in the sword. Her poison is to die for” he smiled slightly at the last part as he watched the doctor washing his hands, “Who are you exactly Wine merchant, and what is your part in all of this?” he finally came out with the questions that were eating at him in the back of his head.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Doctor set to task, whilst the two men – the Wine merchant and the Ronin spoke of the woman known simply as the Serpent. He was quick to flush out the wound of the dirt and grit that was used to clot the blood flow, and this would allow him to see clear into the wound for breaks to cartilage or bone. The Ronin was incredibly lucky with the strike of the arrow to not have damaged the bone, but the walk back had aggravated the muscle and cartilage. He worked diligently to get the knee prepped to be bound and packed so that there would be no infection. In the meantime, the Ronin was saying how he faired against the Serpent was nothing at what he did to her. He was proud of the fact that he bit back and hard. The Wine Merchant listened to the tale of the Ronin’s fight, but the Serpent managed to scurry away like a wounded animal leaving the Ronin to die with the poison of her fangs. He leaned back in his rickety chair a moment, and then took out his pipe and lit it as he thought long and hard about this woman warrior. Interesting to note, she did not stay to the fight’s end. Either she didn’t want to kill him, or she had orders to return to the lands of the Warlord. Her mission was distraction, nothing more. The Ronin had asked, who the merchant was. There was a moment of silence, as even the Doctor was curious to know this. Who was a man that looked to be a simple farmer come merchant, yet acted like he was the last Shogun. “I thought I had left all that behind me, but it seems that where there is injustice, I must once again take up my sword.” He shook his head as he slowly removed his pipe, eyeing the young Ronin. “My name was… Tsunayoshi Furuya.” The Doctor stopped treating the Ronin and then gapped at the Wine merchant. “The War Horse.” He whispered incredulously. The Wine merchant sat still, not acknowledging his true name given to him by Generals of the Emperor’s army. He was a legend…now a ghost. <3>

IceTe3a: – Ronin grunted slightly as the doctor started to work on his leg, he made sure his leg would not move in defiance, years of conditioning allowed Ronin to lie still whilst the doctor continued to work on his leg. He heard the old wine merchant talk about the Serpent, Ronin could not help but wonder if he knew where they were going and if he knew anything more about the Serpent that Ronin didn’t already know. Finally the wine merchant let Ronin know his past and who he was, he figured as much, the old merchant was a retired warrior one of legend to be exact “ Tsunayoshi, It is an honor to be by your side, I thank you for your help today” he said in his usual low toned self. He knew the doctor was surprised by the thought of being in the same room as Tsunayoshi and this was no surprise as most thought he had disappeared into legends, “Doc how is my leg and how soon will it be until I can stand again” Unknown to Ronin but the Antidote seemed to have done its job as he had all but forgotten about the venom from the Serpent until he finally realized it was so “I will have to collect more of these antidote’s as I am to face her again in my path of this I am sure. Although I wonder of a long term solution would be possible, Doc Would I be able to build a tolerance to her Poison?” he questioned, this would take quite a lot of conditioning if it was indeed possible. “So what do you know of the Serpent, and where are these lands she runs to hide in, I need to get the daughter back safely to her household, She has lands and titles to look after now.” He said simply towards Tyunayoshi.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Getting over his shock of being in the same room as a legend such as Tsunayoshi, the Doctor did a double take when asked when the Ronin would be able to stand. Mulling this over, the Doctor said. “In three hours or so, then you use a wooden crutch. I suggest if you are to go after the Serpent, or the men of the Warlord, to do so by horse. Walking will take many days.” It appeared the Doctor knew more about this Warlord than most. Tsunayoshi gave the Doctor a curt nod of understanding, and said. “I shall pay for the boy’s expenses, and you shall not be out of pocket.” He then looked to the wounded Ronin. His tone lowered somewhat in respect of the old warrior. “Ronin, it is part of a warrior’s code to stand by those that seek to right the wrongs, and bring justice to the land. After you have rested, I will see to it we have horses and ready to head for the mountains of the Warlord. It is a treacherous and dangerous ride. Many places for the Warlord’s men to watch from sheltered positions. We must be cautious. Already they would be expecting retaliation for their brazen attack, however” At this he paused. “For the Warlord and his family, this has been a most successful strike. Many of the Dragon’s own killed people of this village. That in itself has brought those that were friends to now be enemies. Confusion will only give the Warlord more time to bolster his defences.” That said, he gave the Ronin’s bandaged knee a pat, then used his boa staff to help him to stand. “Rest…for now, I will return for you.” That said, he left the doctor’s house, as the Doctor brought food and water for the Ronin. “You be best to pay heed. That man has saved the lives of over 10,000 men….in one day.” <3>

IceTe3a: – He smiles slightly at the knowledge that Tyunayoshi would be there to help him out in this in devour , although he had stated how hard it would be, Ronin could not wait until he was on his way to face the Serpent once more, this time he would not under estimate her. “thank you again Tyunayoshi” he was very thankful for all the help, although the doctor informing him of having to use a crutch would not do “ I cannot fight whilst using a crutch will I be able to stand once I make it there if I stay on horseback?” he asked the old doctor, as Tyunayoshi paid his respects and left the two to be alone, with promise of his return. “What do you know of the Serpent and the Warlord? Any information would help” he knew the doctor knew more than he was letting on, accepting the food and drink he came to a lean as he started to eat the food with a fast pace as usual, slugging down the drink straight after “thanks for the food doc” placing the plate and cup back down he came to a lay and sighed slightly as he rested, preparing his mind for the journey ahead and the future battles that will take place,

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Doctor became ashen faced when asked about the Warlord. Clearly, he knew much more than he was letting on. Swallowing hard, as he took away the blooded instruments and tray, he set them down near where he planned his washing. With his back to the Ronin, the Doctor said simply. “The Warlord, never goes back on his word.” Now, how did he know this? Was this not the same thing the Serpent had said? Was their more to this phrase then met the eye? Taking up a blooded pieced of cloth, he held it tight in his hands, closing his eyes. “I was once called for, to assist in the birthing of the Warlord’s new son. The birth was difficult, the wife had gone into labour early and the child was breech. I did all I could, but the child…died. As did his wife.” The Doctor let out a sigh as he recalled the events after this. Sniffing, he released the rag from his hand. “The Warlord called me a sham, and said, that he would do to me, what I had done to him.” Looking back at the Ronin, he said with a trembling chin. “They….killed her…my wife, and my …son.” The Doctor’s eyes were brimming with tears. “Eye for an eye. The Warlord never goes back on his word.” Sitting down, he had trouble regaining his train of thought. “Oh..as for standing, you should be fine, after a day’s ride. Working up the thigh muscles.” The Doctor then coughed and wiped his hand under his nose, before falling silent once more. <3>

IceTe3a: – Ronin fell silent as the old doctor told his heart pulling story, the poor man was robbed of his family, just like Ronin. This Ronin could relate to, as he sighed slightly “The warlord and his son will pay for the crimes they have committed your family will be avenged Doc” He reassured that with a firm nod as he sat up and looked out the window, he came back to look at the doctor “And what of the serpent, what is her story exactly?” he needed to find as much detail about her as he possibly could, “Doc do you think you could come up with more antidotes for her poisons? Something tells me we will need them” he said in his low tone as he slowly gets into a position of meditation, he breaths deep and slow calming his body and promotion his body to heal. He never expected to be dragged into a war like this he was only a sellsword, someone hired for his skills in killing, although this path seemed to have chosen him for some reason, unknown to him for now the path set before him will eventually show its reasons for choosing him, this he was sure of. So many questions he needed to ask and wanted the answers for, but he left it at the few questions he had already asked and started to meditate wafting for the old doctors answers, he was reflecting on the past events once more whilst paying attention to the present and all that was happening around him.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Doctor, who had gone into some day time dream was playing out in his mind, the last time he was in the land of the Warlord. The many tents and soldiers all too willing to lay down their lives for the Warlord. A cunning and devious man, but also enigmatic. He had the gift of a silver tongue, the body of an ox and the will of a Lion. Few dared to disobey his word. He had but one son alive. No daughters to speak of, unless you counted….her. “The day they dragged my wife and son before me, this girl – a mere slip of a child with long flowing hair stood at the steps of the Warlord and watched as my wife and son were slain before her eyes. The child…she did not even flinch. No emotion. How could a child be so cold? I was later told that she had been taken as an infant from her own village long before. The Warlord stripped her of her humanity and turned her into what would become..the Serpent. She was incredibly gifted. A natural with snakes and other venomous creatures that crawled and slithered all over her without biting. Also, she could bend her body, like that of a snake, and coil up in a ball. I saw it for myself, as she was to entertain the Warlord, when he was bored with the jugglers and musicians. Now, she is a grown woman, and you have seen and felt her bite.” The Doctor concluded that the snake charmer would know more about the anti venom, and just what poisons the Serpent was known to use. “I would seek him out, before Tsunayoshi is ready to leave.” <3>

IceTe3a: – He nods as the doctor gives him the information he needs to know about the serpent, coming to a stand he had meditated enough to prepare his body to support his leg, he breaths out deeply as he glances down to the doctor, he places a medium sized coin purse on the table in front of the old doctor and bows graciously in respect “Thank you doctor, if there’s anything I can ever do to repay you, please come find me” he bows one last time as he takes his leave, he must find this snake charmer and buy the antidotes needed to fight against the serpent and any information that he may have on him. Last seen the snake charmer was back in Rikken’s place, so that’s where he started to head, he noticed people dragging dead bodies away, whilst others were helping the wounded to their houses, this town has seen some heavy shit in the past night, he could not help but put that burden on to himself as he made his way up to Rikken’s house he walked into the garden area locating one of the guards “ I want this place cleaned up, RIkken’s last wish was that his daughter inherit all his wealth, lands and titles with all the power that came with it. Ronin would not see another young female left alone in the world with no one to care for her, so he lied to set her up so she could have her own life back the way she wanted it, perhaps without the warlord’s son though. He watched as the guard wondered off to inform the other guards of their new duties and who they worked for as of now on. “Has anyone seen the snake charmer I need to speak with him” he said aloud so people could hear him, this was important so he had to find the charmer.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Snake Charmer appeared from behind a large column and bowed to see the Ronin had made it back from the Doctor’s both alive and treated for his wound to his knee. “Ah..it is the Ronin. You must have the spirit of a cat, for you have already lost a life and yet…here you are.” Said with a smile, he knew what the Ronin was after and also where he was heading next. “You wish to buy all my anti venom? Hmm? Smart man are you. Very smart. The Serpent would expect nothing less.” With a snake draped around his shoulder, he approached the Ronin and handed him a small shoulder bag, the contents of which was many vials, all marked as well as a snake bite kit. “You’re going to need this, Ronin.” Glancing around him, the Snake charmer said. “So you think you can get Rikken’s daughter back? Hmm? The old fool that spent the Warlord’s payment for his daughter is always assured of getting what he paid for. Unfortunately for Rikken, you were not able to protect the real prize. Rikken was dying, everyone knew. But the Dragon…oh, that was a clever move. You see, when the people of the Dragon learn that their King and Prince have been slain, they are going to raze this city till it is nothing more than ash. And I for one, am not going to wait to see that come to fruition.” Was it true what he was saying? That even if the Ronin could get the daughter back, would there be a home for her to go to? <3>

iceTe3a: – His eyes meet up with the snake charmer as he shows himself finally, already knowing exactly what Ronin was here for, he watched as the snake charmer came to a stop in front of him, handing him a satchel of antidote vials he takes a look inside and nods “How much is this going to cost me” his eyes glance back up towards the snake charmer “ And I wonder if your vast knowledge in poisons could lead you to telling me a more… stronger antidote?” he was leaning towards a toleration to her poisons or some sort of fix that would reverse the effects, even if it was taken before the venom was imbedded into his body. “Lastly what do you know of the serpent? What is her fighting styles, who is she and where did she learn all of this” he glances at the snake resting on the snake charmers shoulders admiring the beauty of such an intelligent creature, he admired all animals in life. People.. Not so much.. Children he plainly despised, that’s something he picked up over the years, Thinking of people, he would have to find out where Tsunayoshi went off to, perhaps the local pub for a drink which did not sound bad at this point in time.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Snake charmer merely stroked his python as he listened to the Ronin’s questions about a stronger antidote to her poisons, possibly something that could fix his system or make the Ronin intolerant. The charmer thought the man was mad. “I made antidotes for many species of snakes, scorpions’ even sea snakes. Only one person has an antidote that cures all, and makes one immune. The Serpent, hmm, how do I put this? It is like, she is not even human. Mind you she looks it, but on the inside she has the spirit of the great Snake. Few are alive to tell of the rumors of what they did to her as a small child.” This actually had the Charmer become reflective, for he held a great deal of respect for serpents in general.” He gestured for the Ronin to follow the Charmer to a side room out of ear shot of the servants of the house of Rikken. “I don’t even know if I should be telling you this. You see, the child with no name had the body of a skilled contortionist. Amazed by this, the Warlord put her into a pit with many snakes and one…great snake, the size of which I have never seen before. I was there that day, and what happened is etched into my very memory. The Warlord thought that the girl would fight the snakes, but…” His eyes glazed over for a moment as even the serpent around his neck raised its head, listening to this tale. “The great snake coiled around the child, again and again, and you would think it was to constrict her and break her bones. But instead, it was not that at all. The snake placed its head to hers and as though something passed between them. It then released her and the child simply walked between the snakes, all letting her pass, without attacking, without fear. And that is how she got her name.” At this, the one known as Tsunayoshi, the old warrior appeared. The snake charmer backed away, and turned to leave the two men to speak. No talk of payment was said. <3>

IceTe3a: – Ronin listens to the snake charmers advice; with little resolve of course the only person in the world who had the antidote to make someone immune was the serpent herself. This day just got worse he needed to get a leg up on her, perhaps he would find a weakness somewhere he had yet seen her fight one on one so there was still hope. He followed the snake charmer as he wanted to speak where prying ears could not hear, he told of the story of a little girl being accepted by a giant snake of legends, how other snakes moved out of the way as if she had some kind of understanding with them, was she human at all? Is that why she had no issue with this grievous onslaught of innocence, it would explain a lot of questions that is for sure. The story the snake charmer told of the Serpent was interesting and almost sounded like rumor but the snake charmer swore by it as he stated he was there, “ I thank you for your help Snake charmer I am in debited to you once again” he gave the snake charmer a bow for respect and was going to continue to pry for more information when Tsunayoshi stepped in from the shadows, he glanced back to the snake charmer who was already walking away, leaving the two to be by themselves, but what of the payment for the antidotes? Perhaps he required none, But he would have to pay the snake charmer back someday; somehow. Turning to face Tsunayoshi he nodded in welcome “I am fine do not threat, I have gathered more antidotes for our journey, We will need them I think is safe to say.” As he glanced around slightly he rubbed his chin “What is our next move? Are we ready to give chase?” Ronin was impatient, even though he wanted to help the townspeople seek revenge and get his fight with the Serpent, he had his own goals in mind and still had to complete them both as they were both equally important. Whilst thinking of his sister he pulled out the photo of them and glanced at it for awhile in silence.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The old warrior contemplated what the Ronin asked, and then he put a question to the Ronin. “We are but two men, and you wish us to enter the lands of a powerful Warlord, with an army of over ten thousand. Think of that a moment. I am not as young as I once was, but I know this much. The land of the Dragon will learn of this tragedy against their nobles, and they will want to strike back. Question is, can they be redirected to attack those that killed their leader?” He paused a moment, and then said finally. “A tale of three peoples. A child bride, and a dangerous Warlord. If we are going to have any chance, to return the child of Rikken to her rightful place, we are going to need an army. And as you see, there is not one here.” <3>

IceTe3a: – Ronin understood where Tsunayoshi was coming from and he agreed in one hand but in another his mind was on another goal in his life “ I agree it is not wise to take on a entire army, but we are not going to take on an entire army are we? We are simply going there to retrieve a small girl and kill the warlord and his son, Whilst I deal with the Serpent. They will be too busy looking at the Dragons army, All I see is a distraction, for us to sneak in and assassinate who we must.” He paused for a moment and drew a deep breath “They would not care of two men who are put in the back of their minds, possibly not even known as a threat.” He turns to face Tsunayoshi “ I want to return the young lady, and kill those responsible lastly fight the serpent once more.” Pausing for a moment before continuing “I have a goal in life, My young sister was taken from my family my mother died after giving birth to her, my father died of a broken heart from the loss of his wife and daughter. I live on having that burden on my shoulders I made a promise to my father that I would find my sister and return her into my caring arms so you see I do not have the time nor the patience to raise an army and go to full scale war when there is a faster option” he glances down at the picture of his baby sister and him in the photo, with a short sigh her name escapes his lips.. “Ayame…” he showed Tsunayoshi the photo of them so he would understand before he placed it back into his pocket “So I hope you understand my path in life.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – The old warrior knew of what he spoke, but the young Ronin had other ideas. A dream to be reunited with a lost child, who may well now be a woman. His hopes to go in and assassinate the Warlord and his son, whilst rescuing the girl and dealing with the Serpent, was a huge undertaking. He could not do it alone. Exhaling and then striking his boa staff into the tiled floor of Rikken’s house, he placed a hand upon the Ronin’s shoulder, and nodded. “Then…we leave now for the lands of the Warlord. I have the horses ready.” :: Far from the town of Rikken, in a small tent of the Warlord Army, a woman lay on a stretcher while a doctor painstakingly removed the hira shiruken from her back. All was done without a sedative or pain relief. She silently gripped the edges of the stretcher, as her body shook and flinched as the hira shuriken were extracted. The Doctor was himself trembling as he worked to remove all from her bare and blooded back. “The Warlord will be pleased with the success of your mission, Serpent. He has the girl that he paid for, and you managed to end the rule of the Dragon. Much festivity awaits your return.” The Serpent did not respond, merely gritting her teeth as she played out in her mind a reel of her fight with the Ronin. They had battled, and she fled before ending his life. The next time they met, only one would be left standing. <3>


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