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 Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 11:27 pm
The swordsman twisted his blade, checking the reflectivity of the surface. Catching a glimpse of some woman approaching him on the reflection, he didn't pay much attention to it until she spoke, sitting down across from him and propped in an amused gesture at the swordsman. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze kept at the reflection for a few seconds longer. It isn't often that a woman would simply come up to him and express some form of interest..without wanting something in return. To the swordsman, this reeked of an ambush, and similar to what he had done when he met another woman - whom he later found out was Faustina - in the infirmary some time ago, his guard immediately went up in caution.
He placed his sword down, letting it slide into the scabbard.
"And what," the swordsman mentioned with a curious tone, his eyes then looking up at the woman, "is a fine lady like you doing here at this time of night?" He asked.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 11:34 pm
Tous Shinjiko arrived back at the hotel with his usual group of about five suited guards that dressed near just like him. His hands rested in his pockets of his pants as they made their way to the elevator, piling in before they were whisked up to their floor.
Finding their way to the room wasn't hard, and it wasn't long before Tous was standing in front of the monitors set up in the room. He watched for a moment before moving to the bed and laying down on his back.
Folding his arms over his chest, his legs at the ankles he'd close his eyes and fall into a slumber. He'd sleep until requested by someone or until his next match if that was how things were going to happen.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 11:41 pm
It was a good sign that the swordsman wasn't in attack mode and ready to jump the gun because someone approached him. Really, it was a shame that anybody had to worry about such a reaction, but the type of people who participated in these kinds of events weren't exactly known for their social skills. The man she delightfully squashed earlier in the day was a good example of the type who were really lacking in the social department. This one seemed to maybe be more advanced than most, his reply might be an indication that he knew how to play the game.
"I don't like spending the night alone in my room."
Rosalyn moved to rest her back against the chair, pulling her arms from off the table and folding them underneath her bust. She spoke in a confident tone, the implication of what she meant should had been obvious to men who had hard times picking up on cues. And if the tone of her voice didn't make it so obvious, the expression on her face and the playful whipping of her spaded tail should have done it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 11:58 pm
A cumbersome piece of furniture crossed the vampire's vision, the item in question reflecting from the lenses of his glasses. His face split into a wide, fanged smile as he looked at the sleek and stylish thing. His latest investment was being carried by four Grapple goons, their bodies visibly reflected from the polish on their cargo. A very important item - a coffin.
"Splendid." KB said, clasping his gloved hands together. His arrangements had already been made with the hotel staff, such that his coffin would be delivered to his room. All seemed to be going relatively well. Content that his package had arrived from its former resting place and was in good hands, the vampire departed from the hotel and into the night.
Within minutes his coffin was delivered, and in his room near the bed it would remain - an ominous token.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 12:06 am
From the shift in gestures, to how she spoke with such confidence made it more apparent that she was hatching up some plan behind that confident attitude of hers. The swordsman couldn't exactly guess what she has in store...
But it looks like he'll have to tread softly - at least enough to get a better idea of her motives.
"Hm. Spending the night alone in your room, is it? I think we can do something about that." He said, hinting of a potential answer to this woman's implication. The swordsman then gave a slight pause to let her think of whatever she wishes from his response, while he put his weapons away from view. "Ah! But where are my manners? My name is...Snow. It's a name that people have come accustomed to calling me. And you are..?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 12:18 am
That definitely was it, this man had a bit of experience dealing with women. It wasn't something she had really expected from a guy sitting by himself, but perhaps he had figured that remaining distant and keeping a mysterious veil was an effective method to bringing women to him. But that just made it all the more thrilling. Even with his responses they were nothing more but testing jabs, pr at least that's how she perceived it. It was going to be fun breaking this one.
"Me?"
Rosalyn asked in a high tone before taking a brief and dramatic pause while pointing up to herself. Her shoulders relaxed and her arms once again folded against her body. She chuckled a bit and made no attempt to hide it.
"I'm your worst nightmare."
Her eyes narrowed, unblinking and focused directly on his face. It was as if she were challenging the swordsman to meet them with his own. Maybe he might not have been as serious about this encounter as she was, but sadly for him it had already been decided that it was too late for him to withdraw. Rosalyn simply would not let that happen.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 12:53 am
The swordsman gave a thoughtful look, reading more motive from the woman in front of him. It seemed that she enjoys thrills and excitement - the type that is not hesitant to take what she wants. But what does she want from him, who was merely taking some time to enjoy the late night?
Only two things popped into his mind that struck him as potential answers.
One - she wants something from him, like a hunter looking for prey. Two - she's frustrated, and is looking for some form of entertainment to enjoy. Somehow, to the swordsman's perspective, it felt as if both potential answers make up part of her motive. "Hmm..."
He leaned forward, propping an arm onto the table as he rested his cheek against the hand, staring back into her eyes with an amused look of interest.
"So.. my nightmare, do you have what it takes?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 10:34 am
He didn't shy away at all! This man must have had an extraordinary level of confidence to not even feel a bit uneasy about the woman before him. Or maybe he was just very good at not letting it show that he was feeling nervous, which would have been just as impressive. Bit there was no point in sitting there and thinking about it all night, all that mattered was that she enjoyed playing with her food. But she could only play for so long before her hunger would take over and she'd have to feed. A good thing for her prey was that he wasn't coming off as boring at the moment which gave him a bit more time to enjoy this encounter. So she continued on with their little game.
"Would you like to find out?"
Once their eyes met she didn't let them drift, her attention fully focused on him. And just as he leaned on to the table, Rosalyn moved in much in the same way. Her arms returned to the table and both of her hands cupped her chin. He appeared interested, maybe he was trying to get attention by isolating himself. Maybe they both would get what they wanted, but more likely he was going to get a bit more than he expected.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:58 am
The swordsman gave her question a brief ponder. It's most likely that he's not going to be able to maneuver himself out of this easily, and he's not interested to pay a price which the future is uncertain if he plays along in this little game of cat and mouse. The mere question she asked screamed danger in and of itself, and the swordsman could tell that the answer he gives will determine how this event would unfold.
Playing on a game of cat and mouse...
While he continues to express a form of interest in what she's potentially offering... the question now becomes whether he'll have to bite the bullet when the time comes.
Would it be worth it?
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....
Ah well. He'd been in situations that were far more worse than what he's in right now. If the woman had set a trap for him, then he should set it off, seeing just how far she's willing to take it.
Tilting his head a bit and letting his cheek rest deeper into his left palm, the swordsman gave a coy smile back to the woman.
"Let's see what you've got."
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 12:32 pm
Rosalyn couldn't help but to chuckle again, the swordsman really didn't have a clue about what he was getting himself into. Her expression softened a bit, her grin shifting to something warmer. Her red irises glowed faintly while her attention remained fixed on the swordman's own crimson eyes. She was attempting to activate one of her favorite abilities, she was trying to hypnotize her victim. Of course it was subtle, and of course it might had been a futile attempt, but there might had been a chance that her prey had no resistance to such tricks.
"How about a few drinks first?"
She spoke softly in a suggestive tone to tempt his judgment. Her legs uncrossed and the one moved underneath the table, the side of her foot searching to brush against the side of his leg. That was the basis for the ability, not complete mind control, but an increased likelihood to have a victim comply with her. Rosalyn didn't prefer some of the more powerful and invasive techniques her peers used, that took away from much of the fun. Her prey being conscious and consenting, that was where the thrill came from. Consenting to lead themselves to their own demise. It was much more sophisticated, an art, something suitable for one as vain as the succubus.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 1:09 pm
A strange alluring tug engulfed over his senses, and the swordsman felt what seems to be like silk being placed lightly over his body - perhaps an effect of her hypnosis taking root into his mind. It was a feeling that felt strangely familiar - almost a type of sensation that echoed deep into the swordsman's own roots, back and back...
An instinctive feeling.
A calling.
The swordsman moved back a bit, leaning back against the chair comfortably while his eyes remain focused on the woman in front of him. He pursed his lips lightly, his mouth parting open as if considering the woman's request. It was just a few drinks after all, nothing of harm which may come from it. Nothing that seems out of the ordinary...
"I don't see why not?" He exclaimed, feeling a gentle press against the side of his leg. Whether that was simply an innocent brush or an invitation that hinted of some ulterior purpose, the swordsman could tell that she's doing something to lead his action towards drinking.
He brushed back with his leg, letting it press against the innard side of hers briefly. As if toying back with her flirtatious attitude, the swordsman's face remained amused while he played along for now, giving the woman some leeway in assuming that she was succeeding in her ploy.
Whatever the case, the hypnosis seems to be working, the swordsman starting to be affected by her suggestions and voice. But was it really working? The swordsman didn't give off any other clues that may hint otherwise. Yet somehow...
"What kind of drink do you have in mind?" He mentioned, reaching forward to grab his non-alcoholic cocktail to take a sip on.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 2:18 pm
"Don't you prefer your liquor strong? Maybe like vodka?"
Rosalyn was taking a much more direct approach to this now, a real test to the effectiveness of her ability. But she kept her composure, there was no significant change in the way that she spoke or the posture of her body. The question she was acting wasn't open, she was making a clear statement to this complete stranger. Her eyes seemed to glow with slightly more intensity, she was really engaging herself now and investing into the technique. After the brief pause from her last suggestion, she quickly continued on.
"But if I remember correctly, only the highest quality liquor can satisfy your thirst."
Rosalyn's leg responded to what she thought was a positive reaction from him. But she was going to move a lot quicker from the flirtatious footsies to directing him where this was obviously going to lead to. Her foot slowly moved up the inside of his leg and to the knee, and then back down along the shin. She repeated the stroking motion with his foot, letting it lightly glide over the form of his leg. And above the table there was nothing there pointing to what she was doing. She just kept their eyes locked as if she were oblivious that she were doing anything to him at all.
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The Female of the Species
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 7:20 pm
Just Naota "You heard me. Giant. Hungry. Demon. Babies." The cyberpunk replied nonchalantly, finishing off his glass of Guinness. He studied Sokoya's pet, Mormon Jesus, through the lenses of his thick-rimmed glasses. Ed didn't have much experience with blobs or slimes or whatever; but they were definitely strange enough to catch and maintain his attention. Being distracted didn't stop him from conversating though. "At least that's what I heard went down." Again, nonchalant. Edward shrugged his shoulders as if it didn't matter too much, tossing a random metallic object from the bartop gently in the vague direction of Mormon Jesus. Not many things surprised him on Gaia Primus anymore. It wouldn't have made a bit of difference if Roen had summoned Mecha from the 8th dimension. The end result was the same. A bunch of semi-innocent, innocent, and not-so innocent islanders were murdered. The cyborg frowned. It would be a lie if Ed said he was outraged. He clearly wasn't. Displeased with the Darkened Devil, however, was an entirely different story. "Don't you think it's a bit cruel too?" The punk said somberly, staring down at his sneakers for a few moments before looking up at Sokoya. Ed tried a grin. It looked weak. "I think so." The compassion that came from the cyborg surprised Sokoya. Silently, she had studied his response to her latest comment. Doing so because she secretly thought that he was doing the same. Her conclusion was one that hadn't matched up with her previous impressions of the man. Here was a hired thug, nothing more than a punk with a gun and a desire to mess with people and earn some cash while doing it. That was what Sokoya had originally guessed him to be, based on what little she knew of him. But here, Edward showed concern for people he didn't know. Bitterness towards the evil acts of mindless slaughter. Sure, he played it off to some key, but his acting wasn't all that great. Perhaps he could read the look of confusion upon Sokoya's doll like face. "D o I think it's cruel?" She would reply incredulously. " There is little in this world that isn't tainted with some level of cruelty. Evil....ty. Unless you plan to do something about it, suck it up," she'd finally reply. Her response wasn't heartfelt, though. As if the Bone Warrior was forcing herself to say it. To convince herself.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 9:27 pm
"What kind of chicken s**t answer was that, boss?"
He snorted, waving at the bartender for another pint before regarding Madam Bonez (as he elegantly nicknamed her) once again. The punk seperated a** from seat, leaning back on the bar, and resting his elbows on the bartop. Edward's dark green eyes peered through over-sized horn-rimmed glasses, giving Sokoya a proper look over for the first time since they commenced their conversation. She'd only been given the occasional cursory glance before now. And if Sok took it as perversion, then she'd only be half right, but that was neither here nor there.
Ed saw the look of confusion on the girl's face and shrugged his shoulders. The punk knew the sentiment quite well. It was the moment where one realized that the cyberpunk who displayed the cunning of a devil also had the conscience of a virgin.
"We'll have this conversation again when you're not copping out." And that was that as far as the cyborg was concered. The bartender arrived with his pint, and he paid the man handsomely for their drinks. "Onto nicer topics like...
"You really should drink that before it gets cold. It doesn't taste the same. Trust me."
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 7:28 am
The swordsman seemed to sway a bit under the woman's suggestion, bringing the cup to his lips and swirling the cocktail around idly in his hand. Getting a whiff of light lemon and mango mixed into his drink, he looked like he was considering what she was saying, his eyes maintaing its gaze back at the female for another while longer. By this time, he could definitely feel the alluring effect of some induced appeal working its way around his senses, hampering it and dulling it from critical reasoning...
The sluggish response of his joints that made it more difficult to respond with.
The natural impulse to agree with what she was suggesting.
Those red irises of hers that seemed to bore down into his own, making him hesitant to break his gaze away from.
No wonder it felt so familiar.
It was something that he knew a long, long time ago...
The swordsman smiled, lifting his cocktail up further to let the cold fluid flow into his mouth. Placing the cup down after taking a sip, he then made a light gesture with the cup at the woman, parting his lips to speak.
"You know...I prefer non-alcoholic cocktails. It allows me to savor the taste more...instead of using my throat to drink."
Something is off.
The hypnosis doesn't seem to be working correctly. Is it because the swordsman has some innate ability to nullify hypnosis, or is it something far more subtle...which has yet to surface?
"But vodka works. Ice cold, with a hint of sweet lemon to bring out the taste perhaps..?"
The swordsman broke eye contact with the woman, giving a drinking gesture at a nearby waiter currently in duty to catch his attention. With the waiter coming forward to take in some new orders, the swordsman gave the instructions quietly before watching him depart to bring one drink to be placed on the table.
And with it, the swordsman placed a finger lightly against the glass cup of the liquor before sliding it towards the woman.
"After you."
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