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[LB Mule]

It was always a challenge letting go of the power that rushed through her. It was a high that almost nothing could compare to, the raw, albeit filtered energy that shot through nerve-endings, searching for places to escape until she caught control of it. Her cells rang with the ley line song, not even realizing what Cyrus was doing until the need for power abruptly...stopped. It was reigned in forcefully, the witch's fingers tightening around the filtering tool until her knuckles were white. And then the thread snapped, the tributary she had formed forcefully pushed back to the main line with what was a flash in her head and a fizzle to anyone else. Oh...it was so hard letting go of that much power.

Breath rushing out, her eyes finally opened. For just a moment Casia's irises were not their normal dark brown, but the deep crimson of a much darker creature. The color blended away and color flushed cheeks that had gone pale. Grinning, she spun around so that she could look at the elf and was absolutely delighted that their work had been delighted. The last time she had combined forces with anyone was when she had still been in training.

"Wonderful," she breathed out. A flick of her fingers put the chopstick back into her hair, nearly forced into the locks along with the other two fixed there. With a slight bend at her waist, her gaze glittered with renewed mischief. The burst of power always left her feeling like she could conquer the world, a very, very dangerous emotion. It made her crave for more, which was what always broke those that were weaker.

She was not weak.

"You're quite welcome. I'm glad I could help give you a bit of an edge. I think I'll leave you to get to know your things once more," she laughed, "And go sort my own." With a wink and a spring in her step, the red-headed witch slipped from the room to go back to her own. Now for a bit of her own magic.

[[ And with that, have a happy Thanksgiving to those that celebrate it! ]]

[Viral Jackal]

The demon laughed at how idiotic this girl sounded to him, he took her for some hypocrite self-loathing half-blood that might've slain a few idiotic beastial or lesser demons, but nothing quite like himself, or at the very least, not in their own domain, as he was now. To him it was as if a member of the human terrorist group Al-Qaeda had walked into a bar for members of the United States Military and openly admitted to killing their comrades, then expected a warm, fuzzy welcome instead of a bullet to the brain. He looked over to Alice and her vile tentacles, completely unthreatened, as a large dog would look down upon a growling pup. He grinned deviously, and slowly walked past them towards her, leaned in, and laid a gentle kiss upon her forehead. "Oh really love, hush up and put those unsightly things away." He chuckled darkly and ran his clawed fingers through her hair and down the side of her face. At any rate, if the girl actually managed to kill one of his patrons or just ended up getting killed herself, it was really no problem of his. He still, however, refused to service her. It would simply look bad upon his reputation.
Spiral turned back and gave the 'demon hunter' a cold grin. "Watch your a**..." It was really a friendly warning. As entertaining as it would be to watch this girl become a splatter of blood and gore, it would be rather bothersome to have to clean it up later.
It was then that the demon's nostrils twitched and a rather curious yet upset expression took over his face. He sensed a rather... valuable and powerful object being pulled through the spacial fabrics of his domain. He licked his chops with a greedy hunger and gazed down the hallway. He gathered that a certain elf had just gained a few notches in power, and took note of it. He cackled omenously to himself before heading down the seperate hall which lead to his own private quarters, chest of human bones and otherwise undertow.

[Glasya]

"I would watch it more often if I had a mirror." Tess told the full-blood cheerfully, before turning to Alice and sighing.
"Well, I guess the owner seems to have put a dampener on what could have been a beautiful friendship, seeing as he cant stand the sight of me. And here I was being honest, and friendly too." Tess mock-pouted. Sheesh, was she loosing her touch? Back in the day, she would have been more evasive about what she was and what she did for a living...so why had she been so open here?
"So's I'm afraid I may have to make like a Shepard and get the flock outta here whilst I still have my head attached proper-like. Good day, Miss Alice."
With that said, Tess stood up, tossed the money for her water on the counter and left, making sure not to be followed.

[Celeritas Lucis]

~True magic is an art form if you ask me~
~Battle is your canvas and spells are your palate and paintbrush~

"Take care. If you need any help, don't be a stranger!" Cyrus grinned, wrapping his arms around the book and holding it close to him. It was his Grimoire, his personal index of spells, crests, glyphs, and the odd invocation. To have it back in his possession, in his arms again, was an immeasurably great comfort. With another delighted sigh, the elven scholar moved forward to the center of the crest, stopping and pausing to collect his thoughts. "My Star of New Hope, welcome home again. Now," he said, smiling and opening the book up quickly. "I think I should try a few quick things, a change of clothing is definitely on top of the list."

Flipping through pages quickly, the scholar quietly glanced through the text, trying to remember where in the heavily enchanted book he had stored his other time and space magics. Arriving on a page with a large, ornate crest laid out and invocation rites on the adjacent page, Cyrus nodded and stretched out his arms. Responding to the will of its master, the book hovered motionlessly in the air, allowing the scholar to free his hands for spell-weaving. "Right," he said, running his finger over the crest and some of the text, which began to glow with the same ethereal light as the crest below him. Flicking his hand and shutting the door behind him, the male swept his arm to the side, activating the crest again and empowering it on his own. "Now, then. To summon a few things from my room."

A few moments later, there was another series of pulsations, allowing the scholar to summon a stack of books, a small cabinet of clothing, and the desk from his workspace. Moving them around the room and setting up his arrangements, Cyrus quietly worked on improving the conditions of his current situation, regardless of how he might have been alerting the others to his abilities at the moment. A few more teleportations later, his desk was again covered with parchment, quills, and ink wells, his small library was set up on an adjacent wall, and he had summoned a small wardrobe for himself. With the work finished, the male dispersed his summoned magics and set his grimoire down on the desk, moving to the wardrobe and pulling out an outfit to change into. A three piece suit, done in black and blue, something he wore typically when not involved in any business requiring noble dress. Cyrus quickly changed out of his 'commoner' clothing and into the suit, straightening the tie and brushing off his vest and jacket before flicking his hair back.

"Much, much better. Now, I'm presentable enough not to worry about anything major." Picking up his grimoire from the desk setting it inside his bag, enchanted much like Casia's suitcases to hold many objects, the scholar finished dusting himself off, leaving the room and walking back into the bar.

~The beauty of magic is in the spectacle and wonder~
~So go big and make it a show or stick to parlor tricks~

[AlwayzSmallz]

Jade had stared quietly up at the blinking sign for a few moments, debating on whether or not it was worth popping in for at least a drink. It was hard to quench many of her needs and wants, but when it came to booze that was an easy one to manage.

Pulling a few strands of black hair from her cheek and behind her heavily pierced ear, the Succubus made her way inside and without missing a beat headed directly towards the bar, though with a slight jingle to her step which was just the clinking of a chain that looped from on belt loop to another on her charcoal black jeans. Within moments she was silently sitting at the very end of the bar, pulling up the sleeves of her fishnet shirt which just more clearly revealed the black tribal bands along her arms.

She took a moment to close her eyes and adjust her double pierced eyebrow before sliding her fingers to her temple, applying pressure to relieve some of a migrain that had remained from earlier that day.

[LB Mule]

Ah, it felt nice having everything in place. Well, as much as she could get things organized in the small room. Turning around in a circle, Casia nodded at her handiwork. Trinkets, mostly minor magical items, were scattered around the room that had practically been transformed. It was lush, ornate and completely befitting the fiery red-head. Each and every item from the bedding to the decorations had been pulled from her never-ending suitcases. Honestly, one would be completely surprised if they compared it to the dank and dreary main room. Cleaning had been the most necessary. The witch wrinkled her nose. Heavens knew what kind of activities had happened in there before her arrival.

And clothing, clean clothing. The stiletto heel of her boot tapped on the floor, fishnet stockings covering the rest of smooth skin, stopping with a decorated band just below the bottom hem of her short dark grey skirt. A halter tied corset topped off her outfit, a bit of decoration thrown in with the ornate belt that hooked around her waist. Casia knew she looked good...and she often used her looks to her advantage. A finter lifted to toy with one of her earrings, setting it a spinning as she looked one more time over the room. She was feeling social again.

Sauntering out, the door clicked behind her as she wandered down the hall. Quiet again, but for a few people scattered around.

"I wonder what kind of fun I can find..." she mused softly, a wicked smile curving her lips as she followed the shadows to peer into the bar.

[Naughty Kitten 13]

Grinning and agreeing to the deal she was not going to let him know it was just one of the many she owned. During one of her shopping sprees Isebella found an old vodoo shop that was selling out and since she wanted the books in it she bought the entire shop as it was the only way the woman would sell it. She even had the creepy little heads in a box somewhere and many odd things. She did not know what all was in the box she gave him or which species the bones where. But to her it was a good deal to stay in the place and have everything paid for. Grabbing a very strong drink Isabella had grabbed a quick bit back in her room she she was not hungry anymore. But she felt a bit sorry for the owner because he did not actually ripped her off; Isabella was a bottomless pit and she would prove it later but for now she gets a refill of her drink and gulps it down as well with a sign. The exotic liquor was something she was sure to try and find in the black market to own for her self before leaving this town in a few months. Walking slowly in her heels with a lazy swing to her hips Isabella finds an empty spot close to the stage as she slips in earphones blasting music in her ears from one of her favorite DJs. Nodding her head to the beat she begins to dance in her own little world not caring about anyone else around her. Swinging her hips and doing a few spins; her heels making her legs loook like they went on forever as she moves her body to the rhythm.

Izzy Full of surprises

[Naughty Kitten 13]

Getting into the music Isabella figures no one would even pay much attention to her since she was only a witch and boring if she compare the reactiong the owner had to her. Moving slowly she ends up agianst the stripped pole slipping on so satin gloves over her hands before touching the pool; grabbing a thong and tieing up her hair in a high pony tail that made her hair bounce and move as she dances. Isabella takes hold of the dance pole dropping it low with her back to the pole; her lips parted as she keeps her eyes closed into the music. Moving very slowly back up the pole she turns around before swaying from side to side agianst the pole and doing a few tricks. Moving like a true stripper but with grace and an air of high class to each of her moves. Using her skills from her job Isabella enjoyes her self to the fullest as this was her way of wineding down and releasing the stress of days of traveling.

Izzy Full of surprises

[LB Mule]

If Casia hadn't noticed the earwires winding down from the other witch's ears, she would have thought her quite insane - apparently dancing to no music whatsoever. Long legs easily took the red-head further in the room, her gaze sliding over the other woman's movements before her focus fell on the bar. Her system had cleared all of the liquor that had been flowing so happily through her veins, so that meant that it was time for her to start all over again. Lean fingers, tipped in a bright yellow this time, trailed softly over the wood of the bar as she slipped behind it. Ah, lovely dancing and liquor, it was turning out to be an interesting night already.

Most women would have seen the other witch as competition, but Casia just shrugged the thought off. Life was no fun if you were worrying about threats from others, and she certainly knew her own self worth. Twirling around swiftly, silky red hair flowed around her body as she leaned over to snag bottles. Cherry UV and a bit of soda...heavy on the vodka, however. Oh, she had such a weakness for the stuff.

[Naughty Kitten 13]

As the DJ remix of the song ‘ON The Floor’ came on in her earphones Isabella turns the volume up even louder as she was not worried about killing her hearing. The noise so loud anyone a few feet away from her could hear what she was listening to in the timy ear pieces. Dropping it and getting more seductive with her moves she begins to move more like a stripper who knew how to move just right for a man then the classy air she had. Her style had always depend on the music and where she was. Moving as if she was making love to the pole Isabella begins to breath a bit harder as she becomes even more lost in her own little world; the music blasting so loud that even if someone yelled at her she would not hear them. Shaking and spining she shows her strength in her body but doing a few trick on the pole lifting her body and flashing her black panties from under her dress and she does most of the moves. Once the song changed it’s tune to a more hard hore techno beat her style changed to sharper moves losing some of her sexual air as she performs more tricks around the pole then on it. Isabella would burn off the liquor in her body quickly by dancing like she was which meant she would be taking a break after a few more song to get another buzz then continue on the pole. Isabella was actually no competition; she just loved to dance and was a bit flirty toward men sometimes. But she was a bit afriad of getting involved with them and never went with a man to his place. She learned her lesson the hard way by doing such a thing before.

Izzy Full of surprises

[Alice Belladonna]

Her vines slowly slithered back up her arm twisting and twirling until they reached her back, but was still slightly irritated that spiral called them "unsightly" but she would let it pass. Alice turned from him with out another word, she pulled her scarf up over her face so she wouldn't say anything and he wouldn't see anything. Alice felt a bit upset that the hunter had left but who wouldn't have after being threatend by spiral. "I still don't get you spiral, You're so cold and yet so warm..." she smiled lightly behind her scarf, she at least knew spiral was trying to do something good at least. "You're very protective.." She giggled then turned her attention to the dancing creature on the pole.. Alice wasn't one for dancing in such a style as she was doing, Alice was more of a ball room dancer.. But she couldn't look away from the girl and her seductive moves.

[LB Mule]

When the music became louder, Casia tilted her head to the side with a smirk. It seemed the witch was enjoying herself and the fact that she was still here was quite telling. Her wheeling and dealing with Spiral must have gone well. The glass lifted to her lips and she took a healthy drink, her gaze staying locked on the witch on the pole. She was a pretty little thing, wasn't she? She was one to get fun, pleasure included, where she could get it, not discriminating between sexes. Both had their merits. But when the music changed to techno, Casia's nose wrinkled. Not exactly her taste in music, but she couldn't exactly do anything about it, now could she?

Closing her eyes, she settled against the counter.

It was slow, and she didn't like it. Perhaps she should have just stayed in her room and practiced a bit.

[Naughty Kitten 13]

After dancing through another six songs Isabella stops with a sign pulling out a cloth napkin from a hidden pocket in her dress skirt. Wipping her face she turns off the earplugs; adjusting to the buzzing noise from the sudden silence as she stripes of the gloves from her hands and hops off the stage. Seeing the ladies she thinks nothing much of it as she walks to the bar a few sits down and grabs the same bottle refilling her glass she lift and gulping it down in one swallow before quickly refilling it and sipping on this one more slowly as she plays with the charm around her neck. Her current dance mood was over with as she starts to want to dance in a different way; she had no male partner but that never stopped her before. Gulping the drink down quickly she takes off towards a storage closet and slips her charm on the door above before saying the chant under her breath and opening it to disappear inside. Coming back out just a minute later as she repeats another two chants sealing the charm to the door and undoing the protal. The only one who would be able to remove the charm was her and the demon who owned the place; but he did say she could use a door after all. Walking barefooted with shoes in her hands she drops back in a stool and pours her self another glass as she rest one foot on the stool next to her slipping the shoe on. It was a ballet heel in all black; the ribbon wrapped up past her knees. Finishing one heel she works on the other before finally happy with a soft smile. Picking up her glass she nurse the drink slowly getting ready for round two of dancing but this time borrowing the stage for the room. The place was dead anyways so she did not think anyone would mind too much. The whole time clueless as to what the other two where thinking about her.

Izzy Full of surprises

[Alyx Rodanthe]

Allow girl the serenity,

Rose leaned against the charred brick of the alley, her head tilted back, her dark, smokey gaze on the sky above. She shook herself, as if out of a trace, as she raised the last of her cigarette to her lips and deeply inhaled the wonderful nicotine. Rose smiles as she exhales and flicks the spent butt across the alley.

Rose twists and lands gracefully at the bottom of the steps. She smiles and straightens her leather coat over her short black skirt. She stamps her feet for a moment before raising her delicate tattoo-covered hand to the door and pushing it open.

A quick glance at Rose reveals a beautiful Succubus- Mare hybrid. Her pale, long legs snaked with the thorn vine tattoos that seem to cover her body, the tops of her thighs disappearing under her short pleated black skirt. From there her body is hidden by her leather coat, everything except her long neck and face. Her long red hair tumbles in wild curls and waves down her back, framing high cheekbones, medium-sized pink lips and huge blue-grey eyes. Her eyes light up as her gaze sweeps the lounge, her glance lingering on the stage, on the seductive body as it was finishing it's last dance. Rose continued to watch the witch as she took a seat in a side booth and lit up another cigarette.

to serve Him in peace.

[Alice Belladonna]

"So many succubi, Were is my lovely rose when I need her." She sighed then turned her head noticing a woman come in covered in the most beautiful rose designs she had ever seen. "A rose, ....Finally a rose" She laughed to her self and stood up straight holding her hand out to the new woman "Welcome to the bar, I'm alice and I'd really enjoy it if you'd dance for me." A snicker came from her, she was only kidding but this woman was very beautiful and it was obvious. "Do you have a twin sister.. or something, prehaps another good looking succubus friend? Spiral is looking for some." She leaned her chin on her hand, her eyes giving an alluring shimmer to the girl.. "Or are you a siren, should I be worried.. Your beauty is far too much."