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Post by Roka on Sept 17, 2012 13:19:51 GMT -6
Roka hops over to Ere and drapes over the back of her chair - resting his chin on her head and wrapping his wings around her in a feather hug.
"You seem upset," he says softly. He pulls a piece of chilled, fresh sushi from... somewhere and hands it to her. "Anything I can do to help?"
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Post by Narrator on Sept 17, 2012 13:22:23 GMT -6
Shape forms from the shadows, and a soft, low voice snarls almost-silently in frustration.
"Not all here yet, not all here!" it growls to itself impatiently.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Sept 17, 2012 22:22:19 GMT -6
Ere wiggles up to cuddle against Roka and snatches the sushi with her teeth - narrowly missing his fingers. She chews thoughtfully and replies in a voice just barely above a whisper.
"Kill one of them... or me... kill me off? I don't know how to deal with them both in the same room, Akei. I want to sink into the ground..." She presses her cheek to his. "But the sushi helped. Thank you."
Becky takes being squished with grace. "Missed you too! Glad to hear things are good for you." When the Fallen (and Sat) head for the liquor she hops up. "Excuse me while I go liberate us something to drink and eat before it all evaporates." She hurries to the table and grabs up a couple of bottles of alcohol she recognizes and a bowl of Doritos.
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Post by Zhian on Sept 18, 2012 16:06:16 GMT -6
The fox snapped her tails out behind her. She gave her children the signal to stay back, and the constructs blended into the trees. They'd come when she called. If she shifted, and her Master taught her to only shift if it was necessary and until she or her children were in immediate danger, it wasn't necessary. Trotting up to the domicile's window, she put her forepaws up and pulled herself level so she could see.
She knew she'd smelled a multitude of beings, male and female. And of all flavors. Perhaps she would stay in the woods outside of this place. Who knows what would happen if they found her and her children out here. But, she would be patient. In and out. Breathe in and out. You're not caught, Zhian. Breathe and center.
Perhaps she would simply do reconnaissance around the building herself. And if she was caught, she was caught. Her animal form would help her with that, and more than possibly keep her out of sight. That is, unless someone in there had a better nose than her, which she doubted but did not discount. Trotting off to start her perimeter check, she sniffed at the ground, learning all she could about those inside from their smells.
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Bardiel
Bourgeois
Outlands Wanderer
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Post by Bardiel on Sept 19, 2012 5:38:10 GMT -6
Bardiel, now comfortably sitting halfway through his third bottle, promptly decides that there’s absolutely nothing that great about standing still. He shuffles his feet, ruffles his feathers and rapidly shakes his head back and forth after every mouthful.
“Oh ho! I did put it that way didn’t me… How did you..?,” the bandaged fallen stares at Lysandor, and starts to reach out with an open hand toward the stoic face before letting the outstretched arm fall uselessly down at his side. After violently jerking his head back and forth Bardiel is smiling again, laughing good naturedly.
He twirls to face Satarel “It’s not fair is it?! I bet if this little shadow dancer was never given lessons! With half a chance his silver tongue would be charming all the Ladies down from their courtly tree! Beside…” He cracks another bottle, this time releasing eye watering fumes, which he offers to his companions “With enough drink any voice can carry a tune.”
Kurt laughs at Jess “Badoom Tish! I’m gonna have to steal that one I think. Yeah, no doubt, Bard’s already done for.”
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 20, 2012 17:55:47 GMT -6
"I am afraid," Lysandor begins, a hint of a smile about his eyes, "that wine simply gives us the ability to withstand bad singing, rather than granting us the ability to sing better."
Jess sniggers. "I swear, Fallen are all functioning alcoholics. Lys is."
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Post by Roka on Sept 20, 2012 17:58:40 GMT -6
Roka rubs his cheek against Ere's. "If I thought I could actually take either of them in a fight, I would gladly assassinate one or both of them for you." His ears perk up a moment. "I do happen to know quite a few assassins. I could give you their names and contact information. Of course... just don't use me as a reference. Some are still pretty sore about... things."
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Post by Erethkhaniel on Sept 29, 2012 6:24:05 GMT -6
Erethkhaniel grows silent for a period as he watches everyone in the room as if studying them, one hand bringing his goblet to his lips while the other absently strokes Ciel. A few moments later he looks at Ciel, kisses her on the mouth, and gently removes her from his waist to set her on the ground. "I'll be right back, sweetling." He walks behind the pillar, giving a wink to Tybalt just before passing out of sight and gathering his power about himself once more to conceal his presence. With blinding speed he emerges, unnoticed, from the other side, moving amongst the guests and removing their weaponry with supernatural dexterity. All save Ereshkigal, of course, for whom he reserves all of a half second of stillness in his whirlwind of disarmament to blow a kiss to. Returning to his original position, he wraps his wings about himself and releases his veil. He pauses just long enough for the others to take notice again before opening his wings and arms at the same time, letting all the weapons fall to the ground in a pile in front of him. "You see? You needn't worry about protecting any of these fine creatures from me. I have no intention of harming a soul here. You know that because they're all still breathing. Now, let us enjoy our party! And, of course, everyone can feel free to retrieve their belongings, they look so sad lying there on the floor!" That said, he leans back against the column and casually refills his goblet with a jovial expression, seeming quite pleased with himself. One wing unconsciously reaches out and gathers Ciel back to his side.
Gwydion chuckles knowingly just before Khan disappears, as if sensing his counterpart's mind. After the display is over, he shakes his head. "Never underestimate the pettiness of a creature accustomed to being able to do whatsoever he might please. Especially not one as impulsive as Khan."
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 29, 2012 14:53:10 GMT -6
Lysandor looks at Khan for a long moment before drawing a blade the Incubus had missed. With no change to his expression, he flips the blade around and offers it to Khan, hilt first.
"You missed one," he said. "Or two or three."
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Post by Ereshkigal on Sept 29, 2012 15:03:06 GMT -6
When Khan blows Ere a kiss a smile tugs at her lips, but as the weapons clatter to the floor her eyes narrow. Her mouth curls into a snarl as Lys responds and then, quick as a flash black tendrils scoop up all the various weapons and return them to their various owners.
Ereshkigal herself, leans her head on Roka for a moment and then gets up. She moves through the black mist of her dress and straight to Khan. Her face is still and blank.
"Hello Khan, you have my full attention."
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Post by Erethkhaniel on Sept 29, 2012 16:05:30 GMT -6
Khan smiles broadly at Lysandor and salutes him again with his goblet. "Well hidden, my friend. I will admit to having been in a bit of a hurry, so I only focused on getting what looked most important, one from each being enough for my purposes."
His eyes lock to Ereshkigal when she approaches. "Ah, but see..." and he draws a hissing breath through his teeth "...you don't seem to be too pleased to be giving it. I was just making a point, and having a bit of fun besides. I'm sorry if my performance displeased you." The look in his eyes intensifies slightly, and his smile shifts in tone. "It is good to see you again, however, especially up close. And you've always been so delicious when angry, even just a little angry." Khan extends a hand out to Ere, palm up, inviting. "Come, everyone has their belongings back, nothing was truly stolen, no one was hurt or overly insulted, let's call it good." He takes a step toward her, one wing subtly and gently removing Ciel and placing her to one side with a caress. His gaze never leaves Ere's face, memorizing it, tracing every curve, then burning into her eyes. Another step, and he is almost upon her. "I have missed you, and I would like to think it was reciprocated. Let us indulge ourselves and restore the mood at the same time. Come, my dear, dance with me."
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Post by Lysandor on Sept 29, 2012 16:11:39 GMT -6
"There are places even you would not think to look, my lord," Lysandor replies blandly. "It is said by humans, 'necessity is the mother of invention.'"
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Bardiel
Bourgeois
Outlands Wanderer
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Post by Bardiel on Sept 29, 2012 18:22:01 GMT -6
Jaded eyes constricting Bardiel laughs hysterically at the pile of weapons that has just now appeared across the room. He brings the butt of his latest bottle down hard against the edge of the table, causing the thick glass to shatter and littering the ground with a thousand little knives. There’s a mad clatter as the fallen leaps high over the table, with wings spread he races away from the rest of the party, his feet barely touching the floor. New weapon in hand Bardiel heads straight for Ereshkigal, arms spread “Hugs!”
The Queen is too quick for him however and Bardiel slams into the ground in his haste to avoid the writhing fingers of darkness now swinging blades through the air. He instead barrels into Roka and the chair with a crash, still laughing, although the fear in his voice is unmistakable.
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Post by Ciel on Sept 29, 2012 20:39:32 GMT -6
Ciel pouts at being set aside. And pouts worse that he has stolen her lover away to dance. She shadowed to Lysander's side and slipped her arms around his waist. "Let them dance. I will stay with you instead."
Karen notices the display and chuckles. "Yep. Let it never be said Khan has no style." Noticing Ciel's small display, she sighs. "Ohh... He's hurt her feelings now. She'll get over it, but she always hates getting put aside, no matter the reason."
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Tybalt
Denizen
Captain of the Palace Guard
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 29, 2012 21:30:51 GMT -6
When his naginata is taken from his hands, Tybalt flails a little, wings spreading and tail moving to balance him.
"Nobody move!" he says quickly, a slight tinge of panic in his voice. "I can't see!"
When his weapon is returned - the dress pushing it into his open, outstretched hand - it takes him a moment to get his bearings back.
"Alright, false alarm!" he says, more calm. "I can see again..."
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Post by Ereshkigal on Sept 30, 2012 22:05:39 GMT -6
Ere meets Khan's gaze, unsmiling. "I am annoyed with you. But we will dance," she flashes a tremulous smile. "For old times sake." She puts her hand in his and then pulls him into a hard embrace.
"I missed you. I'm glad you're back." A tendril of dress snakes out and flings something at the little cadre of humans.
Becky reaches up and catches the remote. She looks over at the table and rolls her eyes at the ipod stereo there. "Figures, she'd be a Mac user." She hits play and takes a drink. "So bets that anyone besides Bardiel dances?"
(the song is Apoptygma Berzerk- Kathy's Song (Ferry Corsten Remix))
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Post by Valentine on Sept 30, 2012 23:18:21 GMT -6
Valentine raises her eyebrows until they can go no higher, but says nothing, just glances at de Verrin before moving away from the royal pair, to pour herself another glass of blood wine. She sees Bardiel barrel into Roka and reaches for a bottle of blood infused brandy instead.
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Post by Roka on Oct 1, 2012 16:32:11 GMT -6
Roka is too surprised to see a Fallen attempt to - in his mind - assassinate the Queen of Hell to call out. Instead, he leaps on the back of the chair, wings opening to propel him between Queen and Fallen.
And Roka catches a face-full of Bardiel. The Kitsune Pe'ri grabs onto the wrist that holds the broken bottle and attempts to roll with Bardiel.
But the chair gets in the way of that.
Roka lays on the ground, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how it got there. His tails twitches several times, tickling Bardiel's face with the tip.
"Uhm... what happened?"
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Post by Lysandor on Oct 1, 2012 16:40:01 GMT -6
Lysandor puts an arm around Ciel's shoulders, tucking her against him. He brushes his lips against her temple. "If that is what you want."
Jess rolls her eyes at the grandstanding and antics. "Soooo much drama!" She giggles a second later. "Ah, what am I saying? This has so much potential! SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!!"
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Regent
Bourgeois
The Regent of Darkness
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Post by Regent on Oct 1, 2012 16:57:20 GMT -6
As the last echo of Jess's mad cackling fades, the darkness of the room seems to condense in the middle, blue-white lightning cracking in the almost-smoky ball. The ball suddenly implodes then, almost faster than the eye can follow, explodes outward in a flash of lightning and snow. Two figures stand in place of the ball of shadows.
Regent, regal and elegant as ever, looks out at the party, noting the new faces. He makes his way over to Kent.
"I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting," he says. "I am the High Chancellor of Hell, called Regent."
((I hope I captured Regent))
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