The Malevolence of Innocence | Gaia's Ancient Tavern |

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Black eyes shifted quickly as Alexander quirked his head to the side, in some way he watched her, as a blimp in time and space, a small ripple in a vast ocean of events. Like a book the events of her probable and possible futures and pasts were open to him, all it took was a simple glance to discern the information written on the page. She was the medium, her life and her choices which forged her path through the infinite world of endless possibility. This was the problem with prophecy, Alexander mused on the paradox for a moment. He thought about a great many things at any given moment. The effect of his manifestation within his present linear timeline, the manipulation of his temporal imprint, and many other less ration thoughts. Some of which were old plans and other thought machines, subjective devices tooled to manifest themselves as one form of meta-physical manipulation or the other. Even with so much internal though going on, Alexander kept a rather lethargic demeanor. The little silver watch sat snugly in the metal socket belted to his chest. It ticked away the seconds as he paid little attention to them. Time was something which he came to the Malevolence to free himself of.

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(( Online now, someone go ahead and start something if they wanna RP ))

[Shaizard]

Sharlen would follow along, making a pass at the soap as soon as Akako had said it down. Working it into her skin like a massage, fingertips making small circles at first before sweeping out with her fingers. She was careful about her shoulderblades, easing her fingertips along her collar. She hesitated upon doing her own back, originally planning on taking care of such things later. Rinsing off the soap from her upper body, she let her gaze switch back to Akako's with a soft smile.

"It isn't a matter of strength mon cheri, he'll come at you sideways. It's a matter of playing the game he wants to play, but playing it better than him."

With a nod, she let Akako address her own issues at hand. In the demoness' absence, she'd turn in the water and reach over the edge of the tub. Her fingers hooked the black bag the Hound of Shaow, Vervain, had fetched her. Rummaging through the bag, a smile laced across her lips as she found a new change of clothes beneath her fingertips. Yet that wasn't what she sought. Reaching about more, she found herself clutching a small glass vial and pulled it out. Perfect, jasmine oil which she would apply thinly to her hands before rubbing them together and then combing her fingers through her hair. The jasmine was evenly distributed within seconds and as she was about to rise from the water, she heard Akako speak to her again.

"Ah, that would be divine."

Akako Akari

[onyx2047]

Location: Gaia ~ MoI ~ Corner of the bar ~ Ensemble: Bite

Her eye's flicked over to the bar at the young male she had been speaking to before, the one that had vanished on her. If he was interested in speaking to her, he could come to her and do so for the disappearing act he pulled. She was incredibly curious about him to be certain but she wasn't going to let him know that! Oni was still trying to figure out what he was. Her yellow topaz eye's were inviting despite having moved to a spot a little more private. Sipping her tea she forced her eye's off of him. Turning her head she started to think of the random things that the male was possibly capable of.

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Alexander Aurelius I

His hands drummed against the corner of the bar with a little melodic pat before pushing off the bar and standing. The long black coat trailed from his shoulders to his calves, the jacket held properties unknown to all but Alexander himself, manifested by timeless being it was a certainty that everyone he wore held some form of utility. The black garments beneath the black jacket seemed to be made of simple materials, a simple deception. He approached her, hands slunk into pockets and dark black eyes lingering on her own as he drew closer. A smile played at the sides of his lips, more of a dubious smirk in actuality, his ashen complexion and deep black eyes though alien seemed somehow natural for him, the air in which he displayed. Within him, there was a storm, raging and shifting beneath the superficial layers of physical perception. He wielded that vortex of temporal energy like suit of armor and lance. As he stopped, a few feet from her, his eyes narrowed and his brow curled.

"Where were we?" He asked aloud while slinking in the the opposite side of the table. His facade of expression shifted to a calm and smooth smile with an intrigued gaze.

[Akako Akari]

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Violet mist slipped in beneath the front door to the Malevolence before swirling in the establishment's threshold. As the mist swirled from the ground, black boot would be seen, and slowly, the mist would continue it's way upward revealing a body. Long legs, clad in black leggings, then a red long sleeve top with a black leather jacket. Her face would then be revealed, milky white skin, large orchid eyes rimmed in black mascara, and chin length white hair. Her violet orbs scanned, searching for something, someone. They landed on a woman and gentleman at a table.

Clearly the person she was searching for wasn't present. Might as well ask around then. The woman advanced toward the couple, her long legs taking easy long strides. She moved like water, each movement effortless as she practically floated to their table. Upon her arrival, she would place both hands down at the edge of the table and lean forward just slightly. Her violet orbs would look to the woman then the man and then a sigh would escape her lips. The woman was obviously troubled. She stood at 5'6", much taller than her master, Akako. The woman was lean, not so curvy, but feminine none-the-less.

"Pardon my intrusion, but I'm looking for Akako. Is she around?" The woman asked in a breathy voice with a very subtle Irish lilt.


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[Shaizard]

You're like a person who has a strong sickness
Your congested spit mixed with blood is already familiar with me.

A storm was coming. No claps of thunder to announce her arrival, no dying winds to whisper the coming, no stillness to ready her wake. Haste wasn't found in her confident footsteps as she approached the Malevolence. Eyes like faceted garnets with heavy concentrates of iron to give that crackling spark to their red hues, would glance once up at the building before a smoldering little smile crossed her deep crimson lips. A pierced tongue, three obsidian studs down the center, slipped from full lips and ran along the tips of long fangs. A husky laugh vibrating in the back of her throat as her head was tossed up, sending cherry red hair up into the breeze where it was caught.

Grasping at the handles of the Malevolence, the Ancient Evil pulled open the doors and stepped right on in.

Crossing the threshold, she breathed in. Her senses immediately online, categorizing scents and mapping out her surroundings accordingly. A familiar scent hit her senses, swinging her head to the left. The same scent she had originally been following, Sharlen's. The boss. Blood tracker, she knew Sharlen's blood quite intimately and her garnet eyes zeroed in on the abandoned stilettos the Fallen had kicked off. Blood still adorned a set of spikes and Rakshasa grinned and made to amuse herself until she was given something to do. Her head turned back, caressing the forms of the others within the immediate proximity.

With a swagger and sway to her hips, clad in skin tight black leather and adorned with a belt that seemed obsolete given the tight fit of her clothes, she stalked forward. Stalked. A predatory and feral glide to each step, silent despite the heavy boots she wore complete with steel plating along the heel and toes. A black racer cami clung to her upper body, framing her figure quite nicely. Yet the cami had not been purchased to showcase her chest, but to showcase her true pride and joy. The words BLOOD RITE carved above her breasts like a morbid chest/neck piece. Detailing done in blacks, reds, and silvers really made it 'pop' as did the set of skeletal hands that ended above the words. Curving fingers made to look like they had seized her skin and were pulling the canvas taunt, the hands going over her shoulders so that the skeletal hands not only looked to be displaying her chestpiece, but almost clutching her near the throat. The skeletal hands met only at the thumbs that were placed along her spine at the base of her neck. Rakshasa had other tattoos but the only other ones visible at the moment were: a silver rose upon her right jaw that had its vine extend to the tip of her right shoulder while it weaved through the bones of the right skeletal hand, and a crescent moon on the inside of her right wrist. The only other thing to decorate and adorn her 6'4 frame would be a sheath of black across her back.

To those that could glimpse into a person's aura, any that looked upon the Ancient Evil would be overwhelmed with the chaos and madness that saturated her aura. Her origins were cloaked, hidden within snapshots of memories and scenes that would assault the senses. Those that tried to force their way into her the Evil's mind would be quickly assaulted by the scent of blood. The taste of blood. Drowning in it. Trying to put a finger upon the Evil like was trying to capture the same drop of water twice after it fell into the ocean.

There was no need to rush her pace, no need to put into use the speed that caused hesitation when she approached. She wanted the male to see her coming, the Evil wasn't to impressed with the other woman. There was something about male testosterone that really made Rakshasa smile that wicked leer of her's, and she followed behind with a tilt of her head. If he was aware of her approach, she'd be thrilled to play. If he wasn't, it would be just as amusing to watch the little boy jump. When he sat, she gave him time to get comfy before she'd lean over one of his shoulders and place her lips to his ear. Her voice low, sultry, and slightly sadistic as she purred and caressed along his jaw with a single black talon.

"Welcome to Wonderland."

[onyx2047]

Location: Gaia ~ MoI ~ Corner of the bar ~ Ensemble: Bite

She didn't see him approach, she felt him. A slight jump in her seat, snap of her head followed by a "Hn-n..", she wore a scowl of an expression. It was as if his very words had been offensive. Her heart began to race with his energy. Damn he was a little intense when he wanted to be. Her chest rose and fell a little more rapidly as well and she found that she had been gripping her tea cup when finally she forced herself to ease up. The smile that lay upon his fine lips seemed almost unnatural, but he was closer to her and she was looking at him longer, the more she did, the more she got to partake in the beauty that he was presenting. From the way his clothing took on a little life of their own as he moved with alluring stride, to the tone of his voice, cool, calm and collected that spelled confidence. It was all there. There was no nervousness, no fear, but also no cockiness about the way he did things. It was this very minute and over looked feature that had her vexed. The man was stroking the very things that forced her to notice and he didn't even know it. Or did he?

When he spoke, it was like he knew her as they were to pick up what seemed like an old, long awaited conversation. She found it a little too comfortable to do so with him. Unusual. The front onyx put up to keep her on the straight and narrow was: I don't like you. I don't know you. I don't care...but not this time. This time she had been hoping he'd come around, wanting him to sit, simply wanting. She was seriously pissing herself off at the moment. In response to his questioning, in her head, her response was smart a**'ed. It was not how things would come out though.

"We were at the part where you explain why you decided to present yourself as a creepy, pervy old man to me..." and now there lay a smirk about her plump pout. He hadn't ever done anything that could be construed as strictly perverted. That was just Onyx's way of poking at him. She crossed one long and lean leg over the other, shifting slightly. It would come off as adjusting to comfort when really it was shifting due to his energy.

Two females entered. The first seemed fairly normal looking upon first glance. What with her male guest hogging up her energy, she wasn't fit to be diving into anyone else as a means to check them out. Notably she had very long legs and moved with an unusual grace. white hair and purple eye's instantly reminded her of a particular vampire she knew that just loved to make her life hell, Metal Trsu. She was looking for Akako. Oni pursed her lips.

"Akako?...actually...' she looked around with that expression of lost confusion. She knew she had seen her not that long ago! She couldn't locate her with her eye's. She didn't wish to use her spark either to search the house. It just wasn't safe for her. With all of these strong energies, she'd end up passing the hell out.

Looking back at the female she shook her head slightly. "I am sorry. I do not know where she is. I do know that she's in this building though." she gave her a soft smile and the light nod of her head.

Then the presence of female number two. It was a good thing oni wasn't trying to impress anyone hm? She thought perhaps that this female knew of her male guest. Therefore she wouldn't say anything to the intrusion nor make a motion to be other wise affected in any way by it. She just continued to sit there with her tea, sipping and waiting.

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[Akako Akari]

The woman slid back into the tub and motioned for Sharlen to turn her back to her. In the meantime, Akako would soap up her hands yet again, creating an ample amount of suds before going to work on Sharlen's back. The woman paused, her crimson gaze falling on Sharlen's scars. This is what she had mentioned earlier... How had Akako not noticed it before? The demoness's gaze softened as her hands touched the woman's back, light as a feather. Her touch was careful, but meticulous.

Akako started at the base of Sharlen's neck and swung out to her shoulders. Her fingers were gentle as they moved in rhythmic circles across delicate flesh. Her gentle hands would moved down lower, fingers grazing over painful looking scars. The woman swallowed, trying to moisten her throat that was now dry. Astaroth was cruel and Akako felt nearly helpless as that person was not within reach. Although, Sharlen had made it clear that strength alone would not kill this person, nor would trickery like Akako was so accustomed to.

A soft sigh fell from the woman's lips as she finished washing Sharlen's back. Akako would cup water in her hands and slowly pour it down Sharlen's back, rinsing the bubbles that littered pale skin. Once she had completed this task, her gentle hands would touch Sharlen's shoulders and she would lean forward, her lips next to the woman's ear.

"Come, let's make our way back to the bar. It seems as if we have a couple of guests."

The demoness would let her lips upturn into smile before she rose from the water, releasing Sharlen once again. Akako was quick to find her towel and dry herself off. After her body was dry, she dropped the towel at her feet and padded back to the bathtub to retrieve her glass of scotch. She took the rest of the glass in a couple of large gulps. A gratified sigh fell past her lips and she was off again searching for a new set of clothes.

The woman made her way into Leo's room and began rummaging in his dresser. She would commandeer his room when he was out on business and occasionally she left some things behind. After a moment of searching, she found a set of clothes to change into. She was quick to change into a pair of distressed jeans that were almost white and a black graphic T-shirt. She found a pair of her boots nestled underneath Leo's bed and slipped them on. Her long black hair was pulled up into a messy bun before she deemed herself mildly presentable.

"Are you about ready love?" Akako would ask, looking to wear Sharlen was.

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[Shaizard]

Sharlen was still as Akako cleaned her back, her eyes closing slowly as she felt the demoness' hands gently moving over her scars. A slight quiver would travel up her spine at the first caress, but never again did she react to the sensation of the demoness' touch. It wasn't pain or anything like that connected to the scars, it was from a memory that rose unbidden in the back of her mind. Like a black and white film, it filtered into her thoughts with some reminiscent music. Hard to ignore, even harder to forget. The man that had healed the initial damage, trying his best to remove as much of the toxin and heal the damaged skin using his saliva. If the Fallen would of allowed herself to let her emotions betray her, she would of shed a single tear at the memory but such weakness wouldn't be found in her now.

The Fallen become aware of Rakshasa's approach when the ancient came within proximity. A slight pull towards her lips as Sharlen found herself smiling. Impeccable timing. As the water ran down her back and Akako's lips neared her ear, she laughed and agreed. "Indeed we do."

She rose as Akako went off to dry and dress. Stepping out of the tub, she snagged her own towel and wrapped it about her hips. First, she went to pull the plug on the tub to drain it slowly. Next, she leaned over her candles and blew them out. Letting the last of the red smoke filter about the bathroom, she reach again for her bag. Setting it upon the ledge of the sink, she reached into its confines and pulled out the change of clothing she had found packed. No doubt the work of Unknown, what a capable and handy Marionette she had. Slipping into a new set of black lingerie, Sharlen would reach back into the bag and find another set of distressed leggings as well as a loose, off the shoulder black top. To round off the ensemble, she located a pair of simple black wedge heeled boots.

"I am," she'd reply as she adjusted the waistband of her leggings and swept her raven black hair over her left shoulder. Her bangs fell back into place, discretely hiding her left eye socket as she stepped into the main bedroom before Akako wandered back into the room. Noting how easily the demoness' had located clothing within Leo's room, the Fallen made a mental note. I need a new room.

Offering Akako her arm, she added, "one of my own is downstairs. She'll be the one more than likely causing trouble of some sort."

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Akako Akari

Alexander's thoughts were divided when his eyes fell upon the young lady, his perception of her manifestation was like witnessing a bath of light, consisting of countless hues of radiant colors while shined forth from her soul. Alexander had long ago theorized that the spectral phenomenon of energy held significant importance, where each tinted hue holds a meaning and often sequences of these hues could alter and modify the meaning. He had already spent countless eons musing over the implications and theory, refining and tooling a metaphysical modification within his black gaze in which allowed him to perceive these emissions and decode them, this but one of many variant forms of perception his mind constantly observed the world through. A warmer, though still somehow uncharacteristic smile appeared on Alexander's face, the smooth ashen skin and solid black eyes were often a powerful contrast, his solid black regalia only further exaggerated the fact. His timeless, penetrating vision focused on her before shifting quickly to another, one of a less wholesome nature.

"One moment, please, take a seat." He said, with his left hand he gently touched her shoulder, a look of serious intent on his face when he asked her to take the seat, he applied a willful inflection on those words, with the calculative and cool demeanor and the way his charming words seemed to roll off his tongue, it would culminate into a majestic symphony of intent, both in the way he moved through body langue, holding his right hand out further to allow her to easily indicate the seat next to Onxy. Alexander was practiced in not being intrusive and understanding the subjective nature of others. Sometimes he understood the working of the human mind and consciousness better, he suspected, then they did sometimes. He was quite calm, holding a visage of a placid, serene person, all the while the stark truth of his ability was foreshadowed by the stark differences in his appearance compared to a typical human .

Shaizard

She was moving slow enough, Alexander dwelt for a moment on exactly how he intended to handle Rakshasa. Alexander was easily capable of handling a great many different tasks at once, being a timeless entity, he could ponder upon a subject infinitely between passing seconds of time. He was a being of no age, no spatial limitations on self cognition or subjective thought, as powerful a psion entity as they came. His dark midnight black eyes turned their gaze upon her just as she approached to his, face to face but an inch away from her own. His youthful features were the veil that hid the monster beneath, the hollow, calculative, merciless entity that Alexander was deep at his core. He was greed, wrath, pride, and lust, driven by his desire to comprehend the universe and fulfill his most primordial function to go forth and learn and understand all things. The depths of his gaze drew no bounds in spatial limitations, Rakshasa would witness the universe, the existence beyond such corporeal bodies, the awe and wonder of the omniverse there before her, glimpsing back into her.

"Welcome to Wonderland."

He repeated, work for word right before she said it. A non-coincidental timing meant to probe her senses, to detect how observant and sharp her mind was. Was she too enveloped in her own antics to pick up on the subtle way in which each and every one of her words had been spoke back to her before she had even said them.

Perhaps that would alert her senses to exactly who and what she was so casually interrupting. Too close, she'd already come too close to him to escape him if he so chose to unravel her existence in time and space. There existed a constant perimeter around Alexander where time itself was in flux, constantly shifting and bumping into other parallel timelines. This was caused by his very present, the impact of which shook the very fabric of time itself. This partially explained the occasional pop of light that would sparkle into existence as a tiny white light only to quickly flutter out and vanish. The area around Alexander in a distance of ten feet were dotted by these timeless phenomenons, which manifested in greater numbers a moment after he spoke his words.

He had said them calmly in a smooth silvery voice, but within that voice resonated undertones of a calculative and confident creature that knew exactly what it stared at and still remained stoic and serene. For such a simple appearance and a calm disposition, Alexander was a being in which prompted a certain tact. His history alone was proof enough that he was a deadly and skilled individual in meta-physical combat. He stood toe to toe against self proclaimed gods and wrought ruin within them and all that they touched. He himself was a titan, but more terrifying than that was the trail of devastation in which he himself had engineered. He was as smart and destructive as he was powerful, using his influence to topple organizations of great power like a cancer.

onyx2047

"I object! I did nothing of a perverted nature, that is not true!" He said with a flustered front before melting into a sincere and charming smile. The cold expressionless features that had constituted his typical visage nowhere in sight. Rather he appeared a lively and friendly individual, his social skills honed and practiced, it also helped that he could predict the future with a near flawless accuracy. It was easy to appear in control and confident when you knew all the answers before the test.

As he was ushering the girl to sit, he held out a finger towards Onyx as his expression shifted into that chiseled, calculative visage that seethed with a cold and relentless nature. He grew serious and in that moment everything about him seemed to change. He was as quickly a foreboding wild force as he was a fine tuned thread of intent. He would beg a moment of patience before Rakshasa would try and catch him off guard.

[His Royal Dudeness Dude]

Red lingered outside of the bar. It had been some time since he had last been here. The thoughts and memories that the place held for him made his usual sinister snarl quicken and widen. The usual hunger gnawed at him, but the madness from before he had left here, well most of it.

He had fed before coming, luckily enough. The young couple had put up little to no resistance. Poor sweet rabbits, defenseless against the big bad monster. It made him want to laugh, so he did. A low chuckle rumbled across the air, almost lightly audible within the Mal. They had not been much of a meal, but they would quell his desires for long enough. Red couldn't even feel their consciousness' within his mind anymore. He only felt the initial tug as their souls had tried to cling to the other within the writhing ocean of crushing souls that was his mind, followed shortly thereafter by the satisfying pop as they were drawn apart and flung to separate ends and devoured beneath the waves as other devoured attempted to claw and writhe their way to the top. Parting is such sweet sorrow...

He resisted laughing again before he returned his attention the the bar. There was no sense in prolonging his wait. He had already had that annoying rabbit with teeth check the place out before him. Rex was about as close to friend as Red allowed most people to become, and that was only because he couldn't kill him. Well, not so much couldn't, but more that the annoyance in doing so, would far outweigh the gratification of devouring him. It was how he made most of his friends.

Today Red had decided on wearing a black suit, neatly pressed and starched. Accenting the outfit was his red tie, vest, and pocket handkerchief that matched his blood red hair, which loosely fell about his features. Opening the door finally, he stepped inside. His narrow eyes scanned the room quickly and seeing no familiar faces he made his way to the bar and stoop there leaning his back against it. Finally he settled himself to wait, and doing so allowed his aura to unfurl, like a flower bursting open in sunlight. Vicious folds of eldritch energy coursed across the bar, not enough to oppress or harm the rabbits of the room, but enough to be considered inconsiderate and draw the attention of anyone he may have once known, his distinct aura acting as the signature.

[Shaizard]

A fancy parlor trick she thought not, interesting. A grin lacing her blood lips as her words were uttered before they even slipped from her own lips. Black eyes, void of color, a deep abyss. Endless possibilities where up became down and right became sideways. What an interesting find, Wonderland it was and she'd found the White Rabbit. Just how far did the rabbit hole go or was he just boring? Predicting the future or traveling it. Predicting sounded much more amusing, at least one could be surprised and challenged once in awhile. Traveling it, controlling it, knowing it inside and out. That was ******** dull. What's the fun of existence if you already have every answer in the book? Might as well quit or go insane.

"My my, hello Cheshire Cat. Or are you the Mad Hatter?"

She didn't flinch or show any real stumble at him turning the tables upon her. He hadn't picked the phrase before she said it, she was at least in control of her own senses to a degree. Retracting the talon that hadn't been able to trace along his jaw, she stopped and tilted her head in the opposite direction. Garnet eyes aglow as she licked her lips like a cat with a new little play toy. Oh, she had recognized the possibilities in his gaze but you just had to ask, so? Instigator. Iconoclast. Heretic. Her existence revolved around the game of pushing buttons in order to find the kind of answers his abilities could never answer since no answer was sufficient to sate her lust. What makes you tick.

"Pick a card, any card." She didn't have a deck but she assumed he knew what she meant unless he was the old fashioned type of charlatan. Explain and exaggerate, give subtle clues to hint at the card that she pictured in her mind. She'd never utter the answer, she was testing her theory of whether he had somehow glimpsed into her nature or whether he was like Captain Spacetime or Doctor Who. She might be toe to toe with an equal to a 'god' but that was like saying she was facing God himself. She didn't believe, the parthenon to which her origins lay was pointing in another direction. No consequence mattered, if she was wiped away then she was wiped away. End of discussion. Yet that would validate two things, that she had managed to push a button hard enough and that she had lived her existence to the fullest.

She bet he played dirty.

[onyx2047]

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