Bardiel
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Outlands Wanderer
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Post by Bardiel on Oct 1, 2012 20:51:00 GMT -6
Bardiel sneezes violently and swings his legs around, escaping the torment of the Pe’ri’s tails by sitting on Roka’s chest. The gangly Fallen is surprisingly heavy one moment and then weightless the next as he leans forwards, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, his nose an inch from Roka’s face.
Bardiel studies the amber eyes underneath him for a moment, but the intensity of his focus is suddenly drawn away by the conversations of the other guests. When he turns back, Bardiel is looking past Rocka’s face, the twitching corners of his mouth a crack in the mask of sanity. Suddenly he brings his lips next to Roka’s ear and the reek of alcohol fumes is strong on his husky breath.
“He’s lying without lying,” Bardiel breaths. “The pretty man. He left her vulnerable, only for a second but… didn’t say he wouldn’t do it again. Dangerous.”
The golden faced Fallen slowly stands up bringing Roka, who still has hold of his wrist, up with him. As Regent appears Bardiel looks down at the serrated edge of glass in his bandaged hands and raises an eyebrow, offering it to the half-breed. “Maybe you should hold on to this for me? I suddenly have the urge to throw up.”
Kurt pours himself a drink and salutes the group "In the words of LSP 'Drama Bomb!'".
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Nyxereos
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The Dark Earth
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Post by Nyxereos on Oct 1, 2012 22:02:23 GMT -6
Nyxereos appeared behind his Regent and says nothing, flexing his black glass wings as though they pained him. Since his induction into Hell's Elite, he has learned the value of never allowing the others around you to see your pain or to see you sweat. So this is what he will continue to do. Even though the Regent has him dressed in very uncomfortable clothing. The tight shirt he has on barely had room around his wing joints and it was making his scars itch. And the leather pants were simply not his choice of things to wear on his legs. But the Regent required him to wear them, he wore them. Simple as that.
Following orders in Heaven were not nearly this hard or uncomfortable...
His steely eyes covered the room and he noticed the squabble, but he ignored it. It wasn't a direct threat to the Queen or Regent, therefore it was below his notice. He stepped out to give his Regent some room to move and stood, arms crossed ( right hand holding left wrist) in front of him. Waiting.
He did so hate parties. Too much... Flightiness. But he supposed he could leave his dreary outlook in his quarters for tonight. His superiors wanted to have a good time and he was required to be there. end of story. He would NOT have fun.
((I hope you guys like the way Nyx is turning out. If not, I'm open to suggestions.))
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Post by Erethkhaniel on Oct 7, 2012 6:58:02 GMT -6
Khan's expression makes it clear how much he relishes the tightness of the Queen's embrace. He puts one arm firmly about her slender waist, reinforcing their tight contact, and laces the fingers of his other hand through hers, pausing just a moment until he hears the music. Once he has the feel of it, he sweeps her into an energetic dance that is part ballroom, part swing, with touches of both ballet and salsa, effortlessly spinning, lifting, and moving her about, but never relinquishing contact with at least part of her body for more than a second or two. In the moments they are close enough for private speech, he says "I am glad you are pleased by my return. I had hoped you would be. It seems that much has changed, but it is good to see that this has not." As they dance, his hands never miss the opportunity for a subtle caress, never anything obvious or racy, or even necessarily noticeable to onlookers, but enough that she would notice, and be reminded.
Upon Regent's appearance, he comments "Hah, it seems I am not the only one with a penchant for dramatic entrances, though I have to say his was a bit over the top. Makes sense why he does it that way, though." Beyond that, he takes no notice, and does not allow the arrival of two new guests to interrupt or impact their dancing in any way.
Gwydion quirks an eyebrow at Regent's immediate self-introduction, then touches two fingers to the upper side of his forehead, casting them in an upward arc that then traces down to the side, a sort of casual half-salute, half-bow. "That would be because you never showed up to the parties I attended before. I am Gwydion, known as Kent by old friends, counterpart to Erethkhaniel, King of the Incubi, among others."
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Post by Ereshkigal on Oct 13, 2012 23:34:29 GMT -6
"Whoo.. pardon me for breaking the fourth wall but I'm so happy we have internet again. I'd have gotten caught up yesterday otherwise." Becky rubs her temples. "I hate drama, and Kurt why am I totally unsurprised that you're quoting Adventure Time? I hope you are checking online for the episodes cuz I hear the censorship there is crazy." She waves lazily at Regent.
Ere's eyes darken as she twirls, matching Khan move for move. "Many, many things have changed. I won't say that if this has changed or not... yet." She tenses at every subtle caress, her ears flicking in their own intricate emotive dance. "There are still questions waiting for your answer." As the song draws to a close she pulls away slowly. "I'm going to dance with Ciel. You think about things."
She goes over to Lysandor and Ciel and curtsies deeply to Ciel. "Would you do me the honor of a dance?"
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Post by Valentine on Oct 14, 2012 11:44:12 GMT -6
After tossing back a shot (or two) of the brandy, the Ambassador tucks her hair behind her ear and watches the two royals dance. She taps her lips and glances around the room, before slipping up beside Nyxereos.
"You always look bored these affairs. Do you dance?"
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Post by Ciel on Oct 30, 2012 13:40:40 GMT -6
Ciel smiled at Ere and nodded. "I am always ready to dance with you, my love." She swept the smaller woman up into her arms and started the dance, leaving Lys with a lingering look that spoke of many things.
Once they had danced a bit, she whispered into Ere's ear. "Are we certain it was wise to leave Master Khan alone that way? He does have a temper..."
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Nyxereos
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The Dark Earth
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Post by Nyxereos on Oct 30, 2012 13:47:10 GMT -6
When he is approached by Valentine, Nyx's eye twitched ever so slightly. He steadied his voice and dropped it just low enough for Valentine to hear. "Milady, I do not usually dance. I am very clumsy on my feet and would not like to embarrass you. I am your servant, and will do so if you want me to, but I warn you,I am no good at it."
His wings flexed again and the shirt he was wearing shifted just a tad, revealing a bit of his wing scars. He stood, as best he could without being impolite to the Ambassador and kept his eyes where they were supposed to be. Downcast.
Though he was half hoping that the Lord Regent would intervene...
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Post by Roka on Oct 30, 2012 14:16:38 GMT -6
Roka wheezes for the brief moment Bardiel is heavy on his chest, and when the mad Fallen leans in close, his ears twitch back and he resists the urge to sneeze against the reek of alcohol.
He blinks at Bardiel for a moment, confused, and blinks again when he is handed the broken bottle.
"Er... do you need assistance, Bardiel-dono?" he asks, ears cocked to show his confusion. "And... forgive me, but which do you speak of as 'the pretty man'? Not to impugn your judgment, Bardiel-dono, but there are a lot of pretty men here..."
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Post by Lysandor on Oct 30, 2012 14:22:05 GMT -6
Lysandor watches the two women dance, occasionally casting a glance towards the edges of the party.
Jess continues to giggle to herself at random intervals - and you can only hope that it has nothing to do with what she has in store.
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Regent
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The Regent of Darkness
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Post by Regent on Oct 30, 2012 14:29:52 GMT -6
Regent nods to Gwydion/Kent, acknowledging the truth of his words.
"I was only lately awakened, I admit," Regent says. He looks around the party, and frowns ever-so-slightly to himself. With a sudden clap of his hands, a banquet-laden table appears at the far side of the room, and lovely women appear from nowhere, serving drinks and offering delicious hors d'oeuvres.
"Much better."
One of the women hip-bumps Nyxereos towards the Leccubi Ambassador.
"Come, Nyxereos, dance with the Ambassador. I insist."
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Bardiel
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Outlands Wanderer
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Post by Bardiel on Oct 30, 2012 19:34:37 GMT -6
“Tell me about it,” Kurt throws his hands up in the air. “Can you believe they censored ‘Dropball’ out? I mean, the ghost picks a ball up with his butt, that’s gold!”
Bardiel sticks his tongue out, blowing a raspberry and deflating like a balloon as he does so. The crazed Fallen is clearly disappointed and his wings droop low to the ground as he closes Roka’s fingers around the bottleneck.
“You just keep a hold of that for me now young kit,” he instructs sternly in a tone that has long grown weary of disobedient students. He hunches over, a hand to the side of his mouth to stop his voice from carrying “It’s up to you to hide the incriminating evidence. You wouldn’t want your good ol’ uncle Bardiel locked up in the bird nest now would you? Poor Miss Weatherday can hardly make ends meet as it is, and she has a weak constitution these days. If they lock me away it’ll push her over the edge for sure.”
The Regent summons the harem of waiters cutting Bardiel’s train of thought off. The gold faced Fallen bites his lip and is quiet for a long moment, looking thoughtful as he watches the women bustle about. When he spots Nyxereos get offered a dance Bardiel brings his palms to his eyes and wails “Well that’s done it. Oh poor, dear Miss Weatherday!”
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Nyxereos
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The Dark Earth
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Post by Nyxereos on Nov 10, 2012 1:11:55 GMT -6
At the final word of the Regent, Nyx could no longer refuse. He extended a hand to Ambassador Le'Noir and bowed from the waist. "Shall I have this dance, milady? I apologize in advance if I step on you..."
Embarrassment flushed his silver cheeks a gunmetal gray as he awaited her to take his hand. He wasn't good at things like this, but she chose him. He'd do as he was told.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Nov 12, 2012 21:08:44 GMT -6
"Wait they did? Ugh... That was a good one. Where are you at in it? I keep missing episodes because of work..." Becky makes a face and then brightens a moment later.
Ere's ear flicks across Ciel's cheek and she leans in to press their cheeks together. "I do too, love. I won't come at just anyone's beckon you know. Only you have truly earned that right." She twirls Ciel away from her and grins evilly. "But even you have to work for it!"
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