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[-Bronze Diamond-]

The young punk was almost finished with his joint. He actually was feeling pretty decent for a pencil joint. He yawned to hear a tiny commotion comin from the back. He raised an eyebrow as he saw a pair of eyes lookin at him him through the window. "what the hell?" He said as he blinked, only to turn and see the full moon.


********. His eyes widened behind his shades as he snorted as deep within his mind the beast wraithed and bashed within. The very sound of its snarl sending a small shiver down his spine as he held his head and put his joint down for a second to massage his temple. He knew he would regret being in a slumber for that long. Werewolves and their transformations. Luckily CT was old enough to have learned control and discipline. He still had images and nightmares of people he killed, places he destroyed. However, the past was just that, the past. He sighed and spoke "sit boy." he said to himself. He would need to transform in a few days to detox himself, but tonight he would be fine. He would also be even better when he saw the figure that was comin towards him.

Bowchicawow. The sound running through his head as he took a look at the luscious woman infront of him. A beauty she was. Another simple raise of his eyebrow would show his approval. He adjusted the Hanna mask he wore and picked up his joint, takin another puff and exhaling; the smoke caressing his skin as he spoke to her. "A couple things.." He said as he pasued before speaking once more. "A screwdriver from the bar and possibly a room." He said as he finished his joint, put it out on his wrist and flicked it in the trash, the last bit of fruity pebble scent kissing one last time before it dissappeared."Unless you know someone who sells anymore FP Kush, thats it."Oh CT, you and your weed.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

CT_Shogun

If you never meant to leave..
Then you only had to stay.

The girl’s nose would crinkle at the scent; one that she has never been fond of. Cocking her head to the side she would offer a light smile, slightly elongated canines glistening from the lighting and saliva that coated them. With a brisk nod the wolven would dip down beneath the lip of the counter to retrieve a cold container of orange juice before lifting up and turning to grab the bottle of vodka from behind her. Filling some ice into the cup she would mix the concoction for the male to see before lifting the cup and placing it on the counter in front of him. “Unfortunately that’s not one of our specialties, dove.” Her voice was soft in a musical way accented with both British and French undertones as if she had spent a good chunk of time in each country. A light chuckle would ever so lightly resonate along her pale pink lips as she put away the ingredients she needed for the simple drink. Thank goodness it wasn’t a necessity for her to constantly be behind this bar; she wasn’t too good at these forms of indulgences.

Dragging the stool from beside the bar the girl would bring it behind the work bench, lifting herself into the seat before allowing her eyes to once more meet those of her current guest. At the request of a room the girl’s eyes would travel to down the hallway where the grand staircase and the elevator were stationed. Her smile would widen ever so slightly before she were to once more look upon the male, “As for the room department, you can pick and choose whichever you want. We are currently – for the most part – vacant, therefore you can go ahead and claim one for you own.” Dragging her bottom lip between her teeth she would allow for her canines to molest the soft flesh offered to them before leaning forward to rest her elbows against the top of the counter. Lacing her fingers the wolven would bring her chin to rest atop the nest of her fingers as her attention would fall upon the figure before her. “What brings you around these parts, sir?”

But the memories that haunt us
are cherished just the same,
As the ones that bring us closer to the sky,
no matter how grey.

[-Bronze Diamond-]

With a thumbs up he would slowly take the glass and take a drink. It felt so good. How he missed that taste. He would let out a small chuckle as the liquid hit the back of his throat and gently warmed his tummy before putting the glass down and turning his head to see what she was talking. Well, at least that's one problem that can be taken care of. In his mind he let out a small sigh of relief. Only thing that would make this better is if they had a panic room. He nodded and drunk the rest of his drink before looking back at the moon. He didnt know how many days he had, but he knew it wasnt alot. It was having to use the restroom on a carpool from New York to Florida. Not cool at all. He then would take a sniff at the air to a scent he wasnt truly familiar with. Perhaps being asleep for so long did much more than he originally thought. It was the womans.

Really?? He turned his head to see her looking at him; taking not of her wonderful canines. He locked eyes with her and blinked behind his shades before growing a small smirk. It was her, at least so he suspected. He slowly took off his shades, revealin his orange glassy orbs, and one relatively nasty, yet healed scar that ran from the top of his left eye down to the bottom. as for her question, he spoke. "Honestly couldnt tell you if i tried. One minute i wake up after a "hibernation" the next im in a little "pack scuffle." and now im hear with no kush."He said as hook his head and snorted. What a way to come back. Still, its who he was. It was the only way to come back. He then glanced at her before making full eye contact and addressing the pink elephant in the room, at least what it was to him. "So.....you too huh??" He asked;his caramel painted lips parting to reveal his serrated teeth. He might have made a mistake, but hey better to ask than wonder. However, he was careful not to get lost in her eyes. A mans and beasts worst enemy.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

CT_Shogun

If you never meant to leave..
Then you only had to stay.

“You too, huh?” The question resonated in her mind as her eyes would drop; not a sign of submission, more so a habit of thought. She wasn’t used to being around any of her own kind, she knew looking away was a sign of submitting, however she wasn’t one to be a alpha, more of an omega if anything. Lifting her gaze to meet his, the girl would offer a nod before her words would greet her response, “Yes, sir. Through and through. Funny you didn’t notice when you came in. How long were you asleep?”

She had also recently woken up from a prolonged sleep though hers had lasted quite a few years… She was still rusty with the entire waking world thing, but she seemed to be a bit better off than the one before her. Chuckling to her inward thoughts the girl would shake her head before allowing her eyes to travel to the windows to meet the gaze of their mother shining down upon them. “It’s almost here, you know. Two more nights at most..” She seemed to trail off a bit, almost as if in a dreamy haze. She hadn’t transformed since she fell asleep and the mere thought of the ecstasy to come was something that she anticipated greatly. Despite her residency there wasn’t a panic room or a safe room for their kind in the floor plan. Funny… She thought she had covered all the bases, evidently she had missed one. It didn’t really matter, though, she never was around the establishment when the moon reached her peak. She’d make an excuse to go away for a few days to let herself run free.

Upon noticing the obvious physical marring upon the male’s face the girl’s head would tip to the side inquisitorially. She, herself, was covered in healed wounds. Scars dancing up and down along her forearms, a few deeper than others whereas the deepest lay along the center of her forearms traveling down from the center of her wrists. Puckered and light pink, an angry reminder of her weaker days when all she asked for was for release from the anguish her own heart sang. More of the unsightly marks danced their way along her back, odd circular patterns swirling at her back where her shoulder blades lay as if something was meant to have been there; long gone, however, due to the state of healing the skin had reached. With time, though, all wounds come to heal. Usually these would be hidden with her normal attire, though she was feeling a bit daring today hence the dress.
Heck, it was the holiday season. May as well enjoy it.

“What do you intend to do? If need be, I can have one of the house hands escort you to the cellar, however I won’t be around..”

But the memories that haunt us
are cherished just the same,
As the ones that bring us closer to the sky,
no matter how grey.

[-Bronze Diamond-]

"5 years give or take about 7 months."

He said as he watched her head moved down. hmmm, suppressed memories?? He knew the feeling all too well, he actually just had that a couple of moments ago. He missed this realm, indeed he did. He took one more glance at the moon and snorted. Luckily for him, he learned control early. The real question was, would he still have the same control he did before his slumber. the very thought of losing all that discipline and time of besting his otherside sent a small tweak of nervousness into his throat. All those hours of meditation and channeling energy. He ran a hand through his hair and blinked before takin notice of her scars.

"Ouch." he said as he looked at her scars. The poor thing. He took notice of them as he blinked. He commended her mentally. A tough cookie she appeared to be. He knew others who wouldnt be able to survive somethin like that. She had moxy in his eyes, and that pleased him. "Well, welcome to the club." he said. Her question then came. How did he intend to deal?? "Honestly, no idea. He shrugged his shoulders and continued. I might just left the big lumox have some fun out there. The other place i was at it was rarely bloody because i registered all the scents, so i didnt attack anyone....but here." He stopped and looked around. He remembered how the city was in the alley. Where exactly could the beast go? CT pondered before shakin his head. "No idea, worst come to worst i'll stop by an old friends and play guard dog for the day before i return. he said, makin a small funny as he flicked his nose and looked her up and down. "how about you?"

[phantomchild2891]

(( I wanna play, too :< I will be back after the weekend and if things are still going I'll try to make some interesting contributions. Though, I haven't role-played in a long long long long time. ))

[Akira Monoto]

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...

She walks into the bar silently, her hair flowing behind her. "H-Hello."

...And may all your Christmases be white

[onyx2047]

Location: Main level ~ Bar ~ Ensemble: Casual Business


A traveler often moved through derelict locations as a means to keep under cover, at least this traveler did. Why was a story unto its self. She hadn't planned on stopping. She was trying to get to the next city so that she could take rest. This particular city gave her that desolate eerie feeling of an apocalyptic world of abandonment and destroyed lives. It was as though everything had been frozen in time and then forgotten. It made her feel nervous. Every building looked ominous, haunted, and dangerous like Chernobyl. However, her feet ceased to move upon passing a particular alley. In a place where no life seemed to exist, even the tiniest spark would be felt by a woman like onyx. She who could see aura and energy, feel it, sense it, a chi manipulator. Her head turned to look down that alley. Something was down there. It was faint which gave the illusion to onyx that whatever was down there was dying.

Curiosity they say killed the cat. And video killed the radio star and the pseudoimpaired would kill those of great valor. She began to walk down it. Someone may be in need of help. Yellow topaz eye's, molten pools of gold, locked within feline frames cautiously looked around her. One careful step after another the woman glided down the alley. Using her Chi Spark onyx was able to see things. In people it gave her the ability to see person's species, presence , and emotions via the way the chi pulses or flux'es. Chi spark is something Onyx has to tap into. This meant that it wasn't a constant thing. Like Flesh, muscle and bone removed, it left a body of light up veins. Each species had their own color and each individual had their own unique pattern. Werewolves for example looked like frost laced with shimmering sapphires! In random plumes snowflake like patterns revealed themselves all over their body. Simply gorgeous to watch. It was something she could turn it off and on by her will.

What onyx found was not a dying human or even animal but a symbol. Stopping before it she stared at it. Her fingers, thin but strong reached up to touch it.
"A glyph? What does this mean?" she thought.

Her eye's darted all around for some sort of clue, an entrance way and then another sensation came over her. Cold choked the woman with an affinity for fire. It was like the shadow men knew it too. A warning perhaps? She felt their energy threatening to pass right through her as she passed the gate that they guarded. What was going on here? Energy from this point intensified. The energy of the lights that suddenly came on made her flinch. Following it led to a very heavy looking door and there upon it was another symbol. Onyx passed the threshhold. She couldn't believe it. It was a damn bar! The main floor was fairly spacious with its bar, dancefloor and other rooms. She decided not to lurk in doorways. The lights behind the bar caught her attention. Was that...quartz!? Oh good lord she wanted to lift those shelves! How beautiful she felt that was. The more she took in the more surprised and speechless she was becoming. She just wasn't expecting a place like this to exist here. The best part was that there was life here. She stood in front of the bar now looking at the selection of alcohol.

[syorukyra]

onyx2047

It's end endless story. A brief ray of light shines in the darkness…

Oh, his very first customer was announced by the Crimson itself, the building’s walls rippling. Kaya smiled, having felt the vibration through where he’d attached his seat. He loved the open honest of those chocolate eyes that took in the bar behind him in wonder, quartz lights and all. The Queen drew up a few of the Crimson’s crystal glasses, unseen strings daintily drawing them from cabinets and set with the slightest of clinks to the translucent quartz counter. He rose from his spun ekorre seat as well-- it was only polite to greet a client standing.

He tipped his head, russet-red curls dipping past his black laced bodice to the new client, clearing his throat in the tiniest of ahem’s. Long curled lashes blinking barely as he took in the appearance of the newcomer to the Crimson, gray eyes reflecting the quiet curiosity within like freshly polished silver. Of course, he’d always seen far worse dressed but in such a business, hardly a client was ever turned from the doors of the Establishment. The weaver graced the visitor with the an honorably sweet smile-- nothing too sweet, nothing too condescending.

“Welcome to the Crimson Blood, miss. Would you have anything to sate your thirst tonight?” the voice that red-head used was still something quite exactly in between the genders, his favorite, soft but with substance enough to be heard, noticed and remembered. The Queen half-curtsied, a slender hand lifting the hem of his gown an inch or so from the floor; the other still in the air, ready to tug whatever drinks needed. Anyone with the proper eyes in the right plane, seventh beyond, would be able to see the multitude of thin threads hung all about the bar from every area that came remotely close to Kaya behind the counters of the bar.

…It's still an illusion. The glory of the truth is drawn in this clash...

[onyx2047]

Location: Main level ~ Bar ~ Ensemble: Casual Business


Of course she was distracted by the allure of quartz. It was a resilliant stone that was capable of anything. It was real alright as it showed the "flaws" locked within it. More so the birthmarks the earth left upon it. Like a sponge all that quartz sucked up the energies of the past. Good and bad. She dare not touch it with her bare hands. But she wanted to. It made her curious. She wanted to take off her gloves and caress that counter top like a bloody lover! Her fantasy was broke by the faint sound of the clearing of a throat.

Her head snapped towards him. Her long, raven black, hair fell around either side of her face like a waterfall of black ink. Thigh length it flicked slightly at the ends. Her golden yellow eye's drank him in. She heard him speak. The first thing she noticed was his face. Androgenous to onyx. His hair was feminine and the way he picked up his skirt...it confused her. His voice gave no aid. She simply couldn't tell what she was looking at. Next his attire. Detailed, ornate and lavish. The only species she ever saw that cared this much about their attire were the elves and the vampires. When looking to his chi it presented her with new curiosities.

Onyx had never seen anything like this! There was these...threads! Everywhere! Like a spiders webbing. It seemed to fade in and out of translucent range and when more opaque it glittered like sun kissing the open water. Very fine and fleeting. She stared. Her plump pout parted to speak but nothing came out. She was staring indirectly all around him. Brows slightly raised she seemed to be struggling. Her chi spark could not tell her his species at the moment. The energies of this...thread was dominant to her. She needed to stare at him harder but how was she suppose to do that without looking like a fricken creeper!?

She gave her head a shake and forced her eyes off of him. She went to tell him her request when she blurted: "There's thread everywhere!!!"

Her voice was feminine with a slight husk to it. The mortification upon her face was so priceless. She flushed pink in her face which accentuated the horizontal scar that lay across the bridge of her nose. She tried to itch it inconspicuously as the kessen chu attacked the scar that could not be healed. She pursed her lips to her own stupidity finding it hard to meet his silver laced eye's.

[syorukyra]

onyx2047

It's end endless story. A brief ray of light shines in the darkness…

Kaya’s neatly trimmed, thin brow rose as the lady still drank in the sights... but not without discourtesy. The Crimson after all, was quite the work. Uriel had not been a miser when it came to the creation of the place. Having yet not made contact with the woman, the Queen merely resigned to observations to deduct just what the visitor was. He drew back the same moment the woman started, feeling those bright, yellow eyes leave his figure (well-dressed, thank you very much). She shook her head, and--

"There's thread everywhere!!!"

The fate-weaver tilted his head slightly, eyebrow rising ever higher even as a thread drew his bangs slightly away from his vision. A small laugh caught in his throat though it showed in the corner of his painted lips. They curled, up ever so slightly, both ripe-apple colored.

“Yes....” He retracted a number of the strands, back into his time-space reserve, like the quiet slithering of a spider’s silk. The mass of string around him thinned by about a quarter. The Queen tried not to make another ‘ahem’ noise again. It was bound to start sounding fairly... sassy. He let go of the rich black skirts of his gown; letting gold laced hems fall back to the floor.

“Do they perhaps, bother you?” His brows knotted ever so slightly, a crease in the marble smooth skin. His voice was ever the contra-alto, still without identification of male or female. The weaver’s eyes had turned smooth in color, the irises like mirrors reflecting the very image of the woman before him. Kaya brushed nonexistent dust from his dress, letting the crystal goblet slide up to his hand. The horizontal scar across the buxom woman’s face did not go unnoticed. Obviously, this client had fought before. That or been caught within a violent tussle. Here however, the fate-weaver was feeling already a tad off-footed. He hadn’t quite catalogued all the drinks they still had in stock here and in the store room.

With a small step forwards in his stiletto heels, the red-head pressed a ringed hand to the counter of the bar. He went through the historical inventory of as recent as he could find in the many complex threads of the Crimson’s history. As he was neither intrusive nor hostile, the Establishment made no defensive motion, remaining as it was. Even during this, Kaya had all his visible attention focused on his client; not a word would escape his sharp ears.

…It's still an illusion. The glory of the truth is drawn in this clash...

[onyx2047]

Location: Main level ~ Bar ~ Ensemble: Casual Business


“Do they perhaps, bother you?”

His mirror finish like eye's enchanted her as she stared into them, having looked to him when he questioned her.
"oh! N-no. Not at all. Just...um, never mind. Your best sake please." she said finally making her request.

She hope to the heavens that he knew enough about sake to not serve premium sake warm. She didn't want to have to refuse the drink. It would be embarrassing. Putting it on ice would water it down. Also not good. If he had none pre-chilled he could always shake some in a martini strainer with ice. She smiled at him as she took a seat at the bar. Slipping off her jacket she also phased out her chi spark. She didn't want to see the energies anymore though, she would be able to feel them. Even more so the more they got close to her. She didn't remove her gloves for fear of temptation.

"My name is Onyx...this is truly a great find. Who might you be? Are you the owner?" he would be able to pick up on the light jasmine that was her signature scent. Her voice was calming but very distinct, also unforgettable. Feminine with a slight husk, yellow topaz molten pools of gold, locked within feline frames and that scar. How could one forget? Never mind that the curves this woman bore ought to be just as illegal as her profession!

[syorukyra]

onyx2047

It's end endless story. A brief ray of light shines in the darkness…

He nodded, the smile growing a little. They of course, stocked the human world’s top sake drinks. His own personal favorite was the Juyondai. With a small click, the refrigeration unit beneath the counters popped open. Of course, such sake was to be served cold. That called for chirori and a matching cup. While one hand dictated threads to pull the translucent, gold rimmed set of sake cup and chirori, the other carefully unscrewed the stopper of the white-labeled, green bottle. The chirori’s lid lifted off, hanging in mid-air, barely a centimeter away. With every bit of a geisha’s grace-- and more, the Queen tipped the sake bottle, the clear liquid splashing into the container with a multitude of fragrances: of ripe dried fruits, caramel, subtle vanilla, and steamed rice.

Kaya replaced the lid, fingers never truly touching the glassware, silver eyes returning to that of melted metal. His gaze moving to meet the woman’s-- Onyx’s again. The line of his lips thinned a little as he concentrated, a single thread pooling in neat coils around the chirori’s center. Kaya tugged on the fibers quickly the moment the string had reached the top edge. His delicate fingertips colored white beneath his smooth sculpted skin for a split second. Ice bloomed across the glass’s insides, around the filament, chilling the sake even colder. He cut the cord, the end resting limply within the center. A polite smile slid back onto his countenance. The weaver lifted the chirori and matching sake cup to the smooth surface in front of the woman, setting them down with utmost care.

“I am Queen Kaya Lathivus, serving as barkeeper here. You do flatter me, however I am not master of the Crimson. Whatever your needs though, do not hesitate to ask of my assistance...”

He replaced himself in his hanging ekorre seat, shoes hardly leaving the floor even as his gown blossomed in volume somewhat at his seated position. The Queen smoothed the wrinkles of his skirts, fondly brushing over the intricate auric embroidery detailing a story from his near-endless history.

“Do take a seat,” Kaya invited warmly, motioning to the many stationary stools around the bar. One hand tucking a stray lock of his auburn hair behind an ear, even as the long lashes fluttered once, the texture of his irises changing to something like glass again.

…It's still an illusion. The glory of the truth is drawn in this clash...

[onyx2047]

Location: Main level ~ Bar ~ Ensemble: Casual Business


Her eye's watched with growing interest as Kaya moved. Those eye's of hers picked up on the familiar grace that reminded her of a Geisha. Onyx's youth over two hundred years ago. It made her turn her eyes off of him. When he spoke he called himself Queen. This brought her eyes back to him.
"Queen? Is that a birth right or a self inducted title?" it was nice to know that kaya thought of himself as a woman.

I tell ya, it was an awkward experience finding an androgenous person attractive. Her eyes slipped down to the sake he slid towards her. Then, back up to kaya's face, the eyes. A little mezmerized again...she sat as he suggested. So...kaya was not the owner but was the bar keep. She noted the frost upon the chirori and smiled. The supernatural were marvelous beings weren't they?
"Oh fantastic. I have been to many bars and none of them surved me up this quality. Truly excellent."

Onyx brought the rim of the cup to her full pout and let the aroma slither up into her nasal cavities. She appreciated note and body. The chilled liquid washed the inside of her mouth and slid down her throat. She sucked on her own tongue savoring the after taste. Yellow topaz eyes rested upon kaya as she did this.