粗末僅少生命 OurHumbleLittleLives:MillenniumNightsO//A

[Veggie Killer]

Amaya Takenaka
the Jorōgumo

Apparently it was the last straw for Hiroki, who insulted her and pushed her face away, eliciting a stuck-out tongue from the demon as she turned her head briefly back towards him, then back towards Susumu, who started wiping at her face and teasing her. Amaya giggled and squealed as Susumu nipped at her cheek, weakly flailing her arms at him, and biting his earlobe in retaliation that was maybe a bit too hard. "Susu, cut it out~ As much as I'd like to, I really should watch the bar tonight.." Looking down at the big tears in her outfit, she grinned. "After I get changed, of course." She giggled again, still on a bit of a high from the excitement from earlier.

As Hiro moved to the front she fell backwards a bit into the open space, catching Susu with a flailing arm and holding on, stabilized by his arm already around her, then scooting into the open space as the back seat got slightly less cramped, still not too far from the boss. At his comment before moving, she made a little sneering face, shaking her head childishly, then leaning it on the other head resting on her shoulder. As the boss looked up at Akira so coldly, Amaya turned as well, staring the human down with a hungry gaze. "Dinner does sound good right now. I am getting hungry…" The demon's gaze lingered a little too long to be a joke, as she was actually starting to consider eating him, but Susu's doting distracted her long enough to quiet the non-existent rumblings in her stomach.

Wearing: hat/dress heels necklace

[solardancer]

Eri smiled gently. “Thank you, I’ll be looking forward to trying what you bring back,” she said, licking her lips. The connections that Sylvia was able to pull in through her methods were always appreciated. Then Izuna came down, looking beautiful and sensual- two things that would be a big hit tonight. “So far so good indeed,” Eri greeted, sending a smile in her direction before her eyes being drawn to the front door of the club.

Ainsley also entered, and Eri couldn’t help but smile in greeting. “Welcome back, thank you for your hard work, Miss Ainsley,” she said, her ears perking slightly. The workers of the club, the wearers of the bunny outfits, could be heard softly arriving. “Ah, please excuse me everyone, I must address the workers. Tonight will be a most successful evening,” She said, attempting to raise spirits before heading into the back room and sternly addressing the workers of their outfits and who would be the high roller people for the evening, getting the ball rolling on the NPC front.

Customers would be here soon, and they had to drawn in all they could into their web.

Location:: club
Customers:: The Twins, Genie

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Costuming:: Day 1 Working Dress
BGM:: Crazy Kids

[Doki Doki Usagi Pop]

Wolfgang Itsuki van Ravencroft
Saints Vampire

Wolfgang looked at everyone in the rear view mirror as everyone decided they wanted to be in the back, making the vampire shaking in disbelief.. morons. He was about to address the new passenger until Susumu took over and opted to concentrate fully on driving especially now that his limits and bloodlust were put to the test as Hiroki; the p***k deciding to soak himself in blood. It was like torture to him.

He tried to concentrated on breathing through his mouth instead of his nose however this simple task was made harder was Hiroki decided he move to the front. The movement jogged Wolfgang as the car slammed side to side on the narrow alley's walls. The metal grating with the walls caused sparks to fly everywhere.

Wolfgang had to fight to get control of the car. He breathed a sigh of relief once he had it before looking at Hiroki with a scowl. "Nearly there" Wolfgang would of ripped into him about ******** with his senses but then would actually end ripping him to pieces if he breathed anymore. He wanted out of the vehicle, the smell of blood was tipping him over the edge. The car revved louder as he kicked it up a gear, making go bolt through the alleyways.

Eventually the car flew out of alley and into a road cutting through on coming traffic which made some horns sound in anger before Wolfgang slipped into another alleyway that led behind the bar and into the garage. Wolfgang didn't bother parking the car as he got out of the still slowly rolling car which was stopped by a wall. He gasped at the refreshing smell of fresh air that slowly began to calm his bloodlust down.

[v-v]

Sylvia Maou
Location: Lofts Floor 1: Bar
Company: Eri, Akane, Kohaku, Izuna, Ainsely
OoC/OST: Shiro and Kuro are Mokona's Chou no Michikusa
Attire

Sylvia smiled softly as Akane cooed slightly. Setting the comb down on the counter Sylvia lifted the girl off her lap and onto the counter so she could walk around to get the scizors herself. Sylvia walked around the bar and started to look in the draws for the tool she desired. At first she didn't see it in the draw that Akane had mentioned but she moved some of the other items around and found them. Sylvia looked at the other items in the drawer and frowned. It was under electronic lock but having that little box down here with that single shot gun still worried her. It wasn't her place to question such things so she ignored it as she closed the drawer.

When Eri responded to her Sylvia gave a revealing grin of her own personal delight. One of the few things that got the woman to smile openly was talking about booze. Sure it wasn't a heartfelt smile full of warmth but it was a smile full of joy and anticipation of the fun to come. As Ainsley walked in Sylvia looked the woman up and down before turning her attention back to Eri, "Of course dear. If I come across any Lunar Nectar I'll let you know. Good luck tonight~" Sylvia finished with a little wave from her left hand. Sylvia then walked back out from behind the counter and tapped a few pressure points on the back of Ainsely's knock to hopefully relieve some stress from the muscles. "I'm afraid I wasn't asked to be a part of this event from Zu-tan, though I'm sure Akane or Kohaku could text one of the gang that's out to find out." Sylvia commented off hand as she passed. She could look into it her self but... she had left her cell phone upstairs. She refused to admit that she had forgotten it so she did her best to play it off.

Returning to Akane Sylvia motioned for her to sit on the stool so she could trim her hair. "Aka-chan, why does your brother dislike me so? He's never asked me for anything or even hinted at what he desires. It's so hard for me to get a read on him..." she said as she combed out Akane's hair and then trimmed an inch off in two or three places, making sure the hair was health. Bruising the hair that had fallen onto the girls neck off with her sleeve she smiled as she gave the girl one last hug before patting her on the head. "All done. You can go get ready now."

As Kohaku recognized the challenge shiro Bounced back and took a rabbit fighting stance it's little arms with no fingers set up like a boxers and it's ears pulled back against it's body. "Nu! This time victory shall belong to the great Shiro! Prepare to fall victim to one of my 108 secret techniques!" the white dumpling responded. As Kohaku started Shiro finished the chant Jan! Ken! Po!" then Shiro extend only her ears, her symbol for scissors, it was a tie so she continued with "Aiko desho!" as she pulled in her ear again and then left everything closed playing rock. If they tied again Shiro's play would be to play rock again then to play paper then rock again. If shiro managed to win she would jump up and down with joy laughing jubilantly and gloating about how Kohaku couldn't face the power of her secret technique, if she lost she would fall onto her belly and roll around on the table grieving about how Kohaku must have had outside help in order to see through the technique before bounding up to sit on the boy's head. If Shiro managed to get on top of Kohaku it would take out a navy cap that was the right size for it and put a small wheat stalk in it's mouth and act like a commander of a ship.

solardancer

25 cent_D A N C E

coco strocha

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[Gundar TwinkleFluffy]

Susumu kept his attention on Amaya through most of the drive. The bumps or sight of sparks on the side didn't phase him a bit as he was just eager to get home. With a yawn he rested his cheek against Amaya's hair until the car came to a complete stop. He rose his head and looked out to see the back entrance to his building. “We're home boys and lady. Time to get the hell out.” He let Amaya go first as he exited next. He stretched his back as he made silly audible grunts of effort to get the kinks out. He noticed Wolf gagging on something fierce. Then noticed Hiroki still looking like a cherry tomato with how pouty he always was along with being covered in blood. “Walking it off Wolfy, you're wife isn't going to want the smell of throw up when you smooch her in a few minutes.” He looked back into the car then motioned Akira to follow. “Come on kid, meet the family.” Susumu opened the back entrance which lead to the kitchen. Chiefs hard at work to complete meal orders for the crowd in the front greeted them all as Susumu stopped to take in the scents of some of the dishes. Wishing his cooks a good night he walked through the kitchen doors into the main dining area that was one half of the floor plan, the other was the arcade and stage area. A show was on, One of Eiji's female entertainers. Just one of many who found the unique profession that often was a cruel existence in other locations but in Millennium Nights, all workers, even the escorts and performers, were treated well, with ample pay, and benefits. It was one thing Susumu cared little for back in his younger days of running a gang, now of days, he saw the benefits of being kind and generous with his wealth.

He turned to look at Akira as he smirked. “Welcome to Millennium Nights Bar and Arcade kid. Where the sinners come to party.” Susumu wrapped an arm around Amaya as he greeted a few regulars who he fist bumped or slapped hands with. The scent of blood was still on him and Amaya, obviously it was on Hiroki too. “ Amaya baby, go tell the others I'm heading up to the pent house, I want everyone up there in a few hours for a meeting. Try not to eat the kid before he gets to eat himself. We're taking a bath together as soon as you get up, you stink of guts and marrow.” Susumu gave a playful slap on the rear as he sent the spider demoness forth. He broke off looking at Akira as he pointed to the others and where they were walking, most likely to greet the other members in their own private booth. “Order and drink whatever you want kid, it's on Susumu tonight, I'll see you upstairs in a bit.”

As Susumu cracked his neck he groaned as he felt like he needed a good massage to get out the nasties that were building up. The kicks he delivered did horrors to his hamstrings. As he passed the bouncer who guarded the hall to the private elevator he stepped in front of it and pressed the button as he waited. Whistling to himself as he rocked on his heels. He looked down at his feet to notice that his shoes were bloodied on the bottom. “[******** hell, I just bought these.” He got down to one knee and began to wipe off what he could with his hand, not wanting to trail sticky drying blood on his penthouse floor.

[grimsical]

yours truly,
aos sí


{ location. bar > elevator > penthouse }
{ company. the saints > ingrate }
{ ooc. so,,, sweats...., }


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tab tab holy water cannot help you, now―
tab tab tab a thousand armies couldn`t keep me out. ❁
coco strocha eeeyeyey
tab “I enjoyed it, it was of no trouble,” Ainsley dismissed Eri’s compliment with a nod. As Eri excused herself to tend to the matters of the workers for customers soon to flood, she reached her hands in her pockets, pulling a thousand-yen bill from her bag and nibbling on the end of it.

tab The bar was certainly a sight to behold, and the Millennium Nights was not dazzlingly popular without reason--the waitresses dressed in ways that made the men sweat and wring their hats and the waiters flowed with a certain charm that made the women swoon and loosen their grips on their wallets. It was natural, after all; who better to run a place where people could find an escape this cruel world than those who perhaps had to escape it the most?

tab She hardly moved her head, staring from the corner of her eyes at Sylvia, Izuna, and the twins. Ainsley caught that look Sylvia gave her, and she only narrowed her eyes in acknowledgement of it. She chomped on that thousand a little harder, ripping and tearing the fibers apart and letting the ink diffuse onto her tongue. She turned her head from the other four, her arms crossing and refusing to give them any more time of day unless needed. She still kept her ears on the conversation, however.

tab Ainsley noticed the smell of blood and brain matter before she actually noticed the other members of the Saints when they entered the bar, namely Susumu, Amaya, Hiroki, and Ainsley could see Wolfgang a tad farther back--

tab And a stranger directly beside them. Oh, wasn’t that curious . . .

tab But, as her blood boiled within her and her skin flashed black and her hands became sharper, she would have to place that matter aside for later. Ainsley shot up from her seat, trailing after Susumu as he walked to the private elevators. She was slow and furious, her hands trembling with rage, but the second she got into the elevator the doors closed, she dug a clawed hand into his shoulder (reveling in how his pale skin started to bleed), dragging him up off his knees and slammed him into the elevator’s wall.

tab “Susumu--” Ainsley’s grip tightened as she growled. “You ingrate. I killed that Scarlet Scarves leader Hisoka Nagase as per your request and here you are--” she ran her free hand down the side of his shirt, stopping right above the belt buckle, where his shirt was conveniently stained with blood “--killing without me.”

tab She could feel the elevator lift, and she dragged her claws across his stomach, making lacerated red tracks of blood follow. “I do all this for this gang and you do not even give me time to destroy?” Ainley pulled Susumu down to her level with the hand that was nearly embedded in his flesh. “I will make you pay,” she hissed angrily, flashing between her monstrous form and her dainty one, and she brought her mouth to his collarbone, biting harshly. Her touches ranged from 'sensual but mostly angry' to 'Marquis de Sade'.

tab When the elevator dinged, Ainsley pulled away from Susumu and roughly threw him to the penthouse floor, sitting on his stomach with her legs on either side of him. She slammed her lips against his, all tongue and teeth, tasting blood (some of it hers, most of it his).

tab “Ingrate, how do you intend to pay me back?”
coco strocha eeeyeyey

stro

[Gundar TwinkleFluffy]

Susumu was so focused on his feet that he didn't hear the small footsteps behind him, and when his ears pricked from the sound of raspy breathing, he could only turn his head slightly before he turned rigid and arched his back in surprise and in pain. Very sharp nails sank into his flesh, the squishing coming from his shoulder made him cringe and let out a giddy laugh of pain as he winced and sucked in air harshly. He walked up, being dragged by someone as he was thrown hard against the elevator wall. He rubbed his head and shook it as the back of it smacked hard on the wall. " Ouch kabible, what the fu- " He was about to exclaim, until he stopped dead as he looked down, arching his head to see a very runty, very angry little Aos Si still clamping onto him like a vice grip. " Ainsley...baby how are... " He was cut off as her hold got tighter making his words choke in his mouth as he gasped in pain instead. The small thing's thunder grip was not very pleasant as he winced and leaned forward as he couldn't stand straight with her holding him in such a fashion being so short.

Her acknowledgement of destroying an enemy gang was good news, but he had barely focusing power as she was combining a lot of pain with a lot of sensual tension. The way her other hand was hovering and touching his lower extremities he thought she was just teasing, however the raking feeling of her fingers across his lower abdomen made him lean forward again, his hands held her shoulder and the side of her head as his fingers shook as he stroked the back of her hair. " Babe it wasn't li...like that, you were out I couldn't have waited on something so important... "

She didn't have none of it as she got him down to his knees to be at her eye level, a vicious bite that might have been like a crocodile biting into his collar bone made him hold her close, his hands were at her waist as he was trying to pry her off. But the way she kept fondling him, while also spilling his already blood drenched clothes with more of his own made it clear she was part horny, double pissed off. As the elevator door dinged she threw him down, he slid out of the elevator and laid on the floor as he held his lower abdomen as he held it up seeing it was completely crimson.

"Ainsley, come on babe do you really want to ruin your cute outfit with all of his blood on me?" He moved his hands as she crawled on him and plopped her small body ontop of his as her lips met his. While Susumu returned her furious kissing, her teeth equally bit as much as her tongue danced with his. He pulled her back, as winced and wiped a bit of blood from his lips from her hard biting." Come on, do I ever not give you what you want?" Susumu coughed as he groaned sitting up, his hands held her by the bum as he lifted her up, her small legs hanging at his sides as he himself violently slammed her against a wall, knocking into one of the paintings, smashing the glass with the back of her head. He stroked her hair softly as his tongue began to caress the cheek of her incredibly pale skin. " How about we rob a Rokkaku bank...all those tasty bills...slaughter any inept security there... disable the alarms and have passionate violent sex on a giant pile of money? " Susumu ground his hips into Ainsley's little body as the sound of glass crunching under his foot and behind her head was just as audible as his heavy breathing. He pulled back only to smirk out a response. " Then we can go out and get some ice cream or something. What do you say?"

[Doki Doki Usagi Pop]

Wolfgang Itsuki van Ravencroft
Saints Vampire

Wolfgang hunched over with his hands on his thighs, doing some breathing exercises to calm himself down. He swore the next time Hikori did that he was going to rip him to shreds or make he's had his feed before involving him. "Thanks for the sympathy vote boss" He said sarcastically to Susumu as he walked on by. One more deep breathe and Wolfgang stood up straight, with the thought of making out with his Eri firmly in his mind.

Well he sure could use with cheering up and her scent intoxicating his senses would put him straight again. He grinned at the thought before following after Susumu and the new kid, paying no mind to the car. Once as they got up to the bar, Wolfgang split off to look for his wife. As soon as he found her, he crept up behind her and kiss her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I need you so damn much right now" He said between kisses that he hungrily placed against her neck.

[Veggie Killer]

Amaya Takenaka
the Jorōgumo

Amaya panicked just slightly as Wolfgang exited the still-rolling car- was that really safe? But Susu didn't seem to care as he just rested his head on hers, so she waited, flinching slightly as the car very slowly hit a wall, then got out, waiting for the man after being let out of the car first. She walked with the group through the back, slipping an arm around Susumu when he put his around her; It was great to be back in familiar territory, where she could get coffee, maybe a change of clothes… She took the boss's command- as well as the spanking, with a manic giggle- and went off with a sway in her step, a swaggering walk in the hopes that he would enjoy the view of her walking away. As she entered the bar area, the demoness announced their arrival, rather loudly: "We're back, team! And we found some new meat!" She gestured lazily towards Akira who was sure to be following behind. "Susumu wants everyone upstairs later for an … employee meeting."

She scanned to see who was around, picking the familiar faces out from the customers, escorts, and entertainers scattered around; there were a few members missing, but certainly they would show up eventually, and she could let them know then. For now, she had to take care of a few things. Greetings for everyone that wasn't out on the mission. Getting some clean, unripped clothes, maybe covering up the stench of death… Amaya didn't feel like going upstairs to wash up, especially when Susu promised a bath together later. Eri would probably have something in her size in the back room, one of the costumes for the escorts most likely. The thought of asking the Ookami for help made her cringe, but it was better than going all the way to her room. It could wait, she thought; Wolfgang would keep Eri busy now anyway, and she had others to greet.

The demoness walked along the bar to head behind for a quick coffee, pausing with each person for a moment; Kohaku- who was playing a game with one of Sylvia's little fur balls- got a quick scratch behind the ears and a giggle. Noticing the genie drinking from bar glass, she noted, "I hope you put that on your tab, Sylvie~" Izuna, the android, got a half-hearted wave- she wasn't edible, so Amaya wasn't entirely interested. Akane got a ruffle on the head, and with that, Amaya dipped behind the bar, where she pulled out a coffee mug, and poured a cup from a pot that was probably lukewarm and hours old. She didn't care, and chugged it down anyway, before leaning down on the bar with a relieved sigh. It wouldn't last, she couldn't serve people so disheveled like she was. The demon didn't see Eri around, she must be in the back. So she asked Akane, who would probably know what the okami was up to. "Akane-chaaan," she called to the girl over the sounds of the bar, "Any cute costumes for tonight? I need to change…"

Wearing: hat/dress heels necklace

[solardancer]

Eri was nodding, seeing the worker’s pull themselves together and the crowd starting to grow in size. From the back room she could hear some saints pull up, their familiar voices sounding out different from the crowding masses. Perhaps Wolfy was back as well, safe and sound. Just as she thought it, her ears perking to hear if he was back, hungry kisses were along her neck, Wolfgang’s scent enveloping her, his hands on her body.

“Wolfy,” She sighed, letting her body mold into his, relaxing into the kisses for a moment before turning her head to claim his lips as hungrily as he was delivering, pressing her front into him. Lipstick was getting smudged along his lips, his neck, ears, jaws- all was starting to turn red. Eri pulled away for a breath, eyes looking up at her husband, her mate, with desire- hunger- need.

“Wolfgang,” She growled, pressing her body against his to lean up closer to his ear. “Where’s the car?” An ache was in her voice, a suggestive eyebrow raising.

Location:: club
Customers:: The Twins, Genie

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Costuming:: Day 1 Working Dress
BGM:: Partition

[Im the Girl one]

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(I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are ******** morons)

Akane was wise to the interloper in her subconscious, but she pretty much invited the ebony woman into her mind. The woman didn't pry into her mind like a vulture looking for its next meal. instead she left a small impression that she can easily overlook. Akane didn't like noisy people and While she has many fools into believing she is an open book, akane harbor many secrets with her twin brother. Akane didn't follow the woman's as she dances in between the mind of the patrons daydreams. Akane didn't envy her powers, it held far greater responsibility than the young woman wanted to have.

Feeling herself being lifted off the genie lap and place on top of the bar counter, Akane let out a little whine as she removed the woman body heat. Puffing out her cheeks, Akane didn't notice the fae taking the seat at the bar. Ainsley was beautiful with her perfect pale complexion, Akane honestly wasn't very close to the Fae-woman. The owl-shifter was much too cautious to let her guard around. Having her so close made her crave Kohaku contact. Needing to touch him so she can make sure Ainsley doesn't do anything to harm them. "I can contact Hirochi~ He always knows what's going on." Akane smiled disarmingly.

Sylvia returned not to long later and motion for her to take the seat at the stool. "Haai~" Akane stretches lazily. Sliding off the counter and plotting her tush on the stool. Akane stretches her arms and thrust her chest out to stretch her lower bed. "hmm?" Akane question wordlessly. She knew the answer, Kohaku had confided in her about his suspicions and they were just silly. Sylvia made me magic, but she wasn't a witch. She didn't have a long pointy nose or a tall pointy hat. "Kohaku, he's just paranoid." Akane answered. "What he want is simple. A scratch behind the ear and nice T-Bone." Akane half-joke.

Kohaku smirk at the little rabbit little arms took on a fighting stance. The little rabbit master may be a witch, but her little companion offer entertainment no matter which form he was in. The urge to sink his canines into the white bunny soft-looking body was tempting, but avoided the temptations by repeating the chant. Jan! Ken! Po! Kohaku threw out scissors. Feeling smug at the first tie. This would be a challenge after all! "Aiko desho!" Kohaku repeated as he went with his favorite weapon of choice: rock! It was a tie game with one to one. The next play will determine who will win this game of wit and luck. A bead of sweat was dripping down his forehead and down his nose. Kohaku threw down scissors and lost to the small rabbit mochie. Feeling dejected his head bent causing the beanie cap to fall off his head, exposing his dog-ears.

Traingluar ears perk up at the feeling of small padded feet on his head and he stood up to his full five foot eleven inches. Looking upward without tilting his head back, Kohaku saw the little navy cap and wheat stalk. Rolling his eyes, Kohaku picks up his fallen beanie. His ears were a little withdrawn as he didn't like them being noticed by other people. "You won, now go back to your creator." Kohaku said as he walked over to the bar. Picking up glass cups and a clean wag, he began to wipe them down. Sharp blue eyes pick up pieces of conversation, but he wasn't paying them much mind at the door open and the sensual Amaya walked up to the bar. Akane early comment about him and the spider woman was making his tail wag a little. Her fingers glided briefly in his hair, which was a bit of a stretch seeing as he was a much taller than her and he ears twitch at her nails scratch against his scalp in a pleasurable way.

Each snip of the scissors, Akane felt herself relax a little more. Having your hair trim was pretty therapeutic. It was like she was snipping away all the bad and annoying stuff in her life. Once she was done and gave her one last hug, Akane turned around and gave the resident therapist a good hug. "Your the best!" Akane thanked as she slid off the stool. Running a hand through her hair, double checking Sylvia work when she notices Amaya sliding up to the bar to make herself a cup of coffee. "Amaya-niichan~" Akane cooed after she was hugged. Akane could smell the blood on her as well as see it all over her ripped and tatter clothes followed by the ragged looking male behind her.

"Oh! Who is this new hatching in our nest?"Aakane wondered as she cast a glance at Amaya confusingly. "Welcome to the flock! My name is Akane and the sullen face guy behind the bar is my brother Kohaku." Akane said sweetly. Trying to be as disarmingly friendly as possible to the college age male. Not going into too much detail as she was sure Susumu would explain what was going on at the meeting, Akane turned around to Amaya who called out to her. "Aunty Eri said tonight costumes will be bunny suits! Isn't that sexy~?" Akane asked excitedly.

Remembering she was going text Hiroki about his whereabouts. Akane was nearly giddy as the ginger male was one of her favorite to tease because his reactions were too much sometimes. while she knew first hand, he'll make due with his threat, that didn't stop her from wanting to see more and more of his face. Huming her ringtone under her breath as her finger dances across the plastic screen. Akane was smiling as she wonders what expression Hiroki face would have when he saw her message. It was enough to have a few giggle escape.

To: Hirocheep
From: mama bird
Hirocheep, Are you close to the nest?
Let have a chit-chat when you get back, mmkay?
Don't try to sneak away. I'll fine you~ ˎ₍•ʚ•₎ˏ
-chirps-

After pressing send, Akane pressed the phone to lock it again as she

Veggie killer

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-Moon Fire Liako-

FlatteredPawn

Ashikabi

[asbloodrunscold]

Daniel "Hyde" Ȧinle Nyyrikki

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Daniel sat at the table, expecting the guns he had just dumped for the bin, making sure each one was in the condition it was last time. He sat across from one of his contacts who helped him get his guns. He was in the middle of inspecting a Browning Hi-Power to see how much work he had on his hands. His colleagues were in the middle of their own work, and he was in the middle of his. Guns was his business. He preferred long range of course, but if it involved guns then he was perfect person to ask. He looked over at the delivery man for a moment through the holes of his mask before back at the box of weapons and to the pistol in his hands. He set it down "Good. I just have some small repairs to take care of otherwise you've made good time finding my caches." he said. Indeed. Daniel kept caches of weapons and had only recently began to dig them up for use. Not really his colleagues in general, but he was allowed to have some set examples in the clubs. Never to be used. It made it easier to smuggle these things in.

The man across the table nodded "Aye. It is always a pleasure doing business with you Hyde. I can't imagine why you'd want to go digging these things up again, whatever it is must be pretty heavy stuff." he said clearly trying to conceal an Irish accent.

Daniel stared at him for a moment, that blank mask hiding what he was truly thinking at the moment. He picked the gun up and and gently laid it in the box before shutting it "Fuasgail." Dan would tell the man, telling him to relax so that he'd understand. He picked up the box and nodded "Beannachd leat." he said as he turned and left, leaving the man to his own business as Dan had his own to worry about. He made his way through the city, making sure to avoid detection until he got back to the club which was easy enough, he memorized a good number of ways to go to prevent that. Once inside he headed into the back where he hid the box in the usual place before he undressed and hid the outfit as well with his guns and weapons. He swiftly would dress in his "normal" attire, which seemed a bit too formal for this time but it was how he dressed and left the club since it was closed for now and made his way to the club. Some of his business concluded for the night.

Walking in he was instantly assaulted with an assortment of color and smells to which he jerked his head and held it there, getting used to things. It was pretty sterile in his own place and so any new locations often hit him hard. Things seemed active now. He had arrived a little after the others, but as per usual he said not a word to anyone to let them knew that. He simply he headed in, the normal serious look on his face. There appeared to be someone new. Daniel was a little curious, but again said nothing. He found a place, slightly isolated with his arms crossed. He heard that there was something going on though any thought he had was a little derailed by the voices he was hearing. Lively these people were. That was good he supposed. He wasn't much of lively though.

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Location: The Club

Current Weapons: None

[Total Crap, but I'm too exhausted]

[grimsical]

yours truly,
aos sí


{ location. penthouse }
{ company. ingrate [susumu, i suppose.] }
{ ooc. hi im trash and i apologize for existing }


coco strocha eeeyeyey
tab tab holy water cannot help you, now―
tab tab tab a thousand armies couldn`t keep me out. ❁
coco strocha eeeyeyey
tab Ainsley didn’t miss a beat as she kicked off her boots, unbuttoned her trench coat, and pulled off her turtleneck in the gaps for breath, tossing it off to the side of the room, leaving only her stockings and leg warmers on. Those could be washed easily--it was the wool that was hard to dry clean of blood. “It is gone, now.”

tab “Today is an instance,” she hissed, nipping at his lips. When he pulled her off and picked her up, her eyes narrowed and she laced her arm around his neck, tangling her hands in his hair and scratching at his scalp suspiciously and none too gently. “What are you doing? I am in cha--”

tab Ainsley’s words cut off as he slammed her into the wall. She could feel the glass against her head and the familiar warmth pulse from her skin. Oh, yes, she was definitely bleeding. When the glass ground into her head and hair she hissed, a pained, pleasured hiss. Susumu’s offer made her open half-lidded eyes and she stayed silent, pondering the thought. “Promise it to me and I may forgive you,” she growled, running her nails down his back and biting his chin with sharp teeth.

tab “Couch,” her demand was short and simple as she pointed to the soft-looking sofa in the corner of the room.

{ weird gross bloody timeskip wtf is wrong with these frickin psychos god }

tab It took a good thirty minutes of picking out the glass shards with one hand, lying down on Susumu and idly touching every wound she made on his body with the other, but Ainsley had healed from their latest dalliance. After inspecting her own wounds she easily swung her legs off him and padded delicately to the bathroom. She wouldn’t give him--or anyone--the satisfaction of seeing her limp. She turned on the faucet, grabbed a towel, and gently cleaned herself of the large amount of dried blood on her body, keeping a wary eye on Susumu through the mirror the entire time.
coco strocha eeeyeyey

stro

[Emperor Ecchimau]

"I dislike death, however, there are some things I dislike more than death.
Therefore, there are times when I will not avoid danger."
Saint's Swordsmen I Second-In-Command I Mood: Irritated
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Nighttime. A young man quickly made his way through a crowd of half sober, half drunk partiers, a fur trimmed cloak concealing his somewhat blood stained face. The bright flashing lights that danced all around Shirune only made his head pound more, the echoes of a dying man still ringing in his ears. His consciousness told him that it would've better if he'd just knocked the poor Rokkaku sap out, but of course he had managed to foolishly pull out the wrong blade and instead ended up with a rather messy situation. Dammit... Why did you have to come out to play Muramasa? He thought to himself before he immediately regretted it. Kid! You know that if he had reported to his superiors then it would've been over. I just did you a favor, so why don't you let me taste some more blood? Shirune, don't listen to him, even if that miserable wretch is right on this occasion. If that Rokkaku had reported that you were alive and well in this area of Osaka then they would've stopped at nothing to search this area. Shirune sighed, knowing that for once, the devil had won this argument. "Fine. I get it. Now would the both of you just keep quiet until we can reach th--" Just as he was about to finish his sentence, the two rival spirits began to argue once more, making the headache that much worse for Shirune. Sometimes he wondered if his actions had all been worth it in the end, and not because some deity hated him. The bickering came to a climax just as Shirune was rounding the corner of the Night's bar, and he couldn't take it. "Would the two of you just shut-up already! All you do is bicker all day long! Try helping me out for once will you!" He angrily shouted to the alleyway behind him, gaining the unneeded attention of bystanders behind him. Turning around slowly he looked at them all before quickly posing in some samurai stance. "Eh.. Um.. I'm a cosplayer! I'm cosplaying umm.. A samurai!" He quickly explained before power walking into the bar, his head down to not only conceal his face, but to hide the extremely embarrassed look on his face.

As he came in he tried to avoid eye contact with any of the Saint's members inside who could've possibly witnessed what would most likely have been his most embarrassing moment of his life. Making his way into the bathroom he quickly began to wash off all the dried blood off of his face and gloves before dabbing them dry with paper towels. Not the best way to prepare for a night at the Nights, but it would have to do. Leaving the bathroom he eased himself into stool at the bar, before looking towards Amaya who looked to be just as much ruined as he felt. "Salutations mademoiselle, you seem to be wearing yourself thin. By chance, may I offer to aid you with anything?"

"The dance of battle is always played to the same impatient rhythm.
What begins in a surge of violent motion is always reduced to the perfectly still."
Health: Peak I Spiritual Energy: High I Thoughts: Oh man...
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Out Of Cookies!:
Somewhat bummed right now... 'Pologies for the post.

Spirits

Spirits are Shirune's main weapons when he fights, as his skills, knowledge, and experience comes from them. Without their aid Shirune would have died a long time ago.

Masamune:
tab The spirit of Gorō Nyūdō Masamune that is contained within Yawarakai-Te. This spirit acts as Shirune's angel of sorts. He stands for justice, chivalry, and usually opposes Muramasa.

Muramasa:
tab The spirit of Sengo Muramasa that is contained within Juuchi Yosamu. This spirit acts as Shirune's devil of sorts. He stands for cruelty. sadistic actions, and usually opposes Masamune.

Equipment

☩: Yawarakai-Te
One of a pair of katanas that was willed to Shirune by Old Kinshiro. This blade according to legend was forged by the greatest swordsmith of Japan, Gorō Nyūdō Masamune, in a contest against Muramasa Sengo. In the legend it is said that Yawarakai-Te and Juuchi Yosamu were both placed in a river to test their strength. This blade in comparison to Muramasa's didn't cut anything that floated in it's way, but instead cut through the water as if it were an extension of the water itself. This is the weapon that Shirune uses the most, as it had the apt ability of not cutting anything that is innocent, but fluidly going through anything deemed otherwise. The katana is of tachi size with a dark blue scabbard adorned with an intricate yellow dragon pattern on the side. The blade itself is gleams when in the light and appears to actually cut through the light, rendering the user and anyone behind him/her invisible from behind the blade. This blade is usually carried of Shirune's left hip.

☩: Juuchi Yosamu
One of a pair of katanas that was willed to Shirune by Old Kinshiro. This blade according to legend was forged by the bloodiest swordsmith of Japan, Sengo Muramasa, in a contest against Gorō Nyūdō Masamune. In the legend it is said that Yawarakai-Te and Juuchi Yosamu were both placed in a river to test their strength. This blade in comparison to Masamune's cut anything that floated in it's way, without a second consideration and made Muramasa's side of the river turn red with blood. This is the weapon that Shirune uses the least, as it possess an inapt ability of being unable to sheathe until it has drawn blood, even to the point of forcing the wielder to wound himself or commit suicide. Thus, it is thought of as a demonic cursed blade that creates bloodlust in those who wield it. The katana is of tachi size, with a crimson scabbard that appears to have dried blood splattered all over it. The blade itself is more gruesome, having never been clean for it's whole existence it always appears to have fresh blood... This blade is usually carried of Shirune's right hip.

☩: Blue Rose
A revolver Lilia gave to Shirune before he killed her with it. It serves as Shirune's memento of his former master and as a helpful side arm when getting in close isn't appropriate for the situation. Blue Rose seems to be a heavily modified Smith and Wesson Model 500 double-action revolver. Lilia had it modified with a traditional 6-shot cylinder as opposed to the Model 500's original 5-shot cylinder, further modified targeting sights, porting on each barrel to reduce recoil and muzzle flip, an obvious extra barrel underneath allowing for a double shot, the cylinder has also been modified to release on the right to reload rather than the usual left, as Shirune shoots with his left hand. The gun also has a molded wooden grip and an intricate blue rose design carved into the left side of the gun (hence the name). The revolver is usually placed inside a case inside Shirune's room when not is use, and is only taken out for cleaning purposes, or when Shirune is hunting the Rokkaku officers who tortured Emerald and himself. Shirune carries it inside of his coat on the right side.

☩: Kokoro
A push knife that was given to Shirune as an anniversary gift from Emerald. It serves as one of two mementos of his partner and former lover. Kokoro is a tungsten black push knife that has an extended handle due to the size of Shirune's hand. Before it was given to Shirune, Emerald almost killed him with it in a mock fight before telling him never to cheat on her or else she'd stab him right through the heart (hence the name). Shirune usually carries this within his right hand glove, making it accessible to him should he become disarmed.

Inventory [Equipped]

☩: Wedding Band
A wedding band that Shirune wore when he and Emerald were trying to hide from the Rokkaku. It serves as one of two mementos of his partner and former lover. His wedding band is a simple black tungsten ring with a white band on the center of the rings outer layer. In the middle rests a single square emerald stone. He wears it on his right ring finger as a constant reminder of the promise he made to her before she was killed. “Kill those who would try to kill us."

☩: Scroll of Blades
An ancient scroll Shirune happened to chance upon while hiding in the mountains from the Rokkaku. The scroll is actually a catalog of legendary blades very few people know of, including Honjo Masamune and Muramasa's Demon Blade, weapons currently in the possession of the Rokkaku. The catalog records each blade's strength and weakness, and last known whereabouts. The last sentence is written in blood and each blood written character emanates powerful spirit energy, to which Shirune can use to summon the spirits of warriors who once wielded the legendary blades. While this scroll is usually kept within Shirune's room, he often carries it with him to use it's powers or study to further push his knowledge of smithing blades with qualities as the ones shown within the scroll.

☩: Dark Rimmed Glasses
A pair of dark rimmed glasses that serve no beneficial purpose for Shirune. While he was still in service as a butler his former master, Lilia, thought it would be a good idea if he wore glasses for pure aesthetic purposes. The look stuck and thus Shirune wears them simply for appearance, though they do come off at night or when he is in battle.

Quotes

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