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 Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 9:55 pm
 ♛☽☾ βella Δonna Ƞocturne ☽☾♛
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—
♜♜♜
The only way to deal with an unfree world
is to become so absolutely free
that your very existence
is an act
of rebellion...
♜♜♜
׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º× "Oh trust me, if I could choose to just be a sex slave I'd be one without any sort of care, but unfortunately, I didn't get the option. Well, I guess I could entertain the option. I don't mind particulary on the partner's gender or whatnot." she said to the horned woman seriously. "I'm supposed to be working as a weapon for Doma." she told her now seriously, the playfulness in her voice gone. She still wasn't mad however as that cigarette had calmed her nerves quite a bit.
She looked down at the woman once she had actually showed herself. She pushed pieces of her long, dark purple hair behind her ear, the piercings showing quite well. She looked down at the woman, her heels giving her a height advantage, and couldn't help but snicker when that sorry smug got wiped off of the horned woman's face. "Well honestly, we've already proven you have a shitty attitude, but I didn't think that would affect your shitty hearing as well you piece of ashy soot. What, the horns take up brain space?" she spat back, but smirked as she was taking pleasure in one of two things. The first thing was the darkness inside of the woman's heart. While she wasn't going to suck it out of her, she could at least be rejuvenated by its presence.
She looked into the crook of one of the compartments in her armor, pulling out a sealed letter. Thankfully, she had other original copies for the purpose of people destroying the first copy. "This has all of my information, as well as the person's real name and occupation as a debtor to Doma. Apparently I was... created to be a weapon for this organization in exchange of his debt being released. He never told me his real name, and quite honestly I don't want to ******** know. What I do know is that his code-name was The Shadow, and that in documents he sent here, I was labeled as the Lady Nightshade, as you heard me say before. Again, must be those ugly a** horns affecting your pea sized brain. Real name? Isabella Nocturne. Honestly, you should really consider your hooker name choices. I'm ******** purple for gods sake. No lilac? No Orchid? Really? Are you as cliche as this house? And to think I actually thought you at least had a chance to change my mind. Oh well, life's full of disappointments, and I guess you're one of them." she stated it as if she were giving a report at this point.
"What I do know is that I'm not going to let some beady red eyed, ashy slut tell me to get out. I've travelled too damn far, and if I need to renovate to get some ******** useful interaction besides your sorry a** than so be it. Or you know, we could just hate snog, have some delicious make up sex, and start all over again. Ball's in your court b***h." she said as she waited for her to take the official documents, which were actually legitimate for once. She waited for her to speak again, but she already considered just breaching the place and finding the higher-ups personally at this point.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 6:37 pm
¤ Soooooo......
❝..Trufflez.❞
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Trufflez starts to make unknown noises and just cannot
hold it in anymore and just starts to burst out laughing.
"OH, OH OH MY GOD!!!!"
He continues to laugh and clutches his stomach from the hard laughter.
After a good five minutes he calms down and wipes
the small tears trailing away down his face.
"Oh man you ladies are killing me! With all the speak of ashy and sex slave and what not,
are you guys trying to fight each other or just write a novel together?
Just fight damn! I can bring back whoever is dead, well physically at least.
So come on, SHOW US SOME SKIN!!! JUST ******** ALREADY THAT SEEMS TO SOLVE A LOT OF PROBLEMS!!!!"
He snickers at his own self and looks at both of them waiting
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...Hi? ¤
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 7:00 pm
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Seething, V³ snatched the letter away from the purple woman, who soon introduced herself as Isabella Nocturne. The letter was sealed, and probably meant for one of the leaders of Doma...but that didn't stop V³ from opening the letter anyway. If the higher-ups of the organization wanted to get their mail, they should get better guards for the front door, or collect it themselves. V³'s eyes flashed bright blue as she scanned the letter, absorbing every bit of information that it contained. In less that a fraction of a second, she had recorded it all, but continued to look at the letter as she reviewed past memories, moving her eye horizontally, pretending that she was actually reading. She checked different sections of her mind, cross-referencing the letter with previous documents she had come across at some point. Recording Doma's information was one of V³'s priorities when she first joined the organization, and she spent several days doing little more than reading documents and exploring the area, taking in as much information as possible. After several minutes of diving through memories, the horned woman found what she needed. "Gods damn it, looks like all this bullshit checks out. Congrats, now I don't get to kill you. Damn...Had some new tricks I wanted to try out. It involved plenty of fire, my fist, and your a**. Or as you probably call it, 'A normal Saturday night'." V³ was beginning to feel as if the Gods were against her, for every time it seemed like she would get to employ violence, something got in the way. First Judal decided to ignore her entirely, and now Isabella had proof that she belonged there.
V³'s train of thought was soon broken due to an unexpected eruption of laughter. She didn't need to look in order to know exactly who thought her confrontation was such a gut busting riot. "Oh great, now the Gods damned trap decides to show it's face?" Annoyed, a spark of fire burst between V³ at the blue haired boy. Despite growing up using her powers far more often than most of her race, she still occasionally lost control when angry. If not for the voice currently speaking directly into her mind, it was very likely that much of the mansion entrance would currently be on fire. "Yes, yes Dad. I know. I'm fine, no worries. I've in control here." V³'s eyes, which were currently purple, glowed intensely. "Yo! Trannie, what do we do with new people here? Apparently we've got ourselves a VIP slave, and I'm not gonna hold her hand through the welcoming process. I swear we're all catching STD's just by being in the same room with her." V³ herself was fairly new to the organization as well, but she knew very little about how it's newer members integrated with the others. "Actually, wait...I've got an idea. A slut arrives just as one of the higher-ups get's his heart broken by some random b***h? Methinks the Gods might have planned this out." The pale woman couldn't help but smile at the possibilities. If she couldn't kill the woman, she could at least use her for entertainment.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 7:41 pm
♛☽☾ βella Δonna Ƞocturne ☽☾♛
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—
♜♜♜
The only way to deal with an unfree world
is to become so absolutely free
that your very existence
is an act
of rebellion...
♜♜♜
׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º× Bella was also caught guard by the sudden eruption of laughter up above them. She at first thought Trufflez was a girl but judging by what V³ called him it sounded like she was mistaken. However, she couldn't help but smirk wickedly. "See, she has a point at least! Hey, I'm not the one with the stick up my a** talking about killing and s**t. Or maybe she needs the stick I dunno." she said as she looked back down at the horned woman.
She raised her eyebrows, now enjoying the displeasure the grey horned woman was experiencing. Really, had she thought she could kill her? This little s**t? She didn't even bother try to hide her chuckle. "Oh please sweet cheeks. You could only wish." she said to her out loud. She was not shocked that the woman had just decided that she was going to read the letter anyway, but decided to say nothing on the matter. What was the point? she was getting PLENTY of fun from this already. She already felt rejuvenated just from the massive amount of darkness in the horned woman's heart.
"Honestly sweetheart, you're the one with sickly ******** skin and the complexion of ahsen s**t. You sure you haven't caught some STDs from inbreeding or something? Sure I'm purple, but at least that's from the powers, as you read. If you can read. Or maybe it's just those creepy voices in your head I dunno. Nor do I care enough to find out." she said to her nonchalantly. Bella decided that now she was disinterested, looking up now at the one she called Trannie. "Say hun, can you show me around my new home? I'd ask your bitchass friend but she decided that she'd rather be my frenemie than my lady of the night for tonight. A shame too, a hot body ruined by a shitty attitude and shittier grey complexion." she gave a slight hair flip and placed both her hands on her hips. She walked pasted V³ now and looked all around at the interior of the place some more. "Oh you say you got a higher up who needs his heart mended? Sorry honey I'm not much for cuddles, but I don't mind playing around with one of your... and my superiors if it means I get more power over you. Thanks for the pro-tip. Go ahead and set me up. I promise you'll be entertained. Now what am I supposed to do now?" she asked Trufflez and V³ respectively.
Bella Donna decided that she would lean against the rail of one of the stairs. She waited at this point. As much as she hated to admit it she found both of them to be quite amusing to say the least. At least she was getting some Class A humor in this place. It was still cliche as all get out however. That would need to be fixed.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 2:11 pm
¤ Soooooo......
❝..Trufflez.❞
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Trufflez starts to laugh even louder and falls to floor kicking his feet in the air.
He calms down after 10 minutes and starts wiping the tears off his face.
"You guys..I MEAN GIRLS!Y-You.."
He bursts out laughing again but calms himself a bit quicker.
"S-Sorry it's just hilarious thinking tha-that WHORES like you two
would be an interesting suit for someone like judal you...you guys crack me up."
He laughs a bit more, chuckling here and there
"Maybe he does like whores who knows."
He giggles at himself a bit more
"Now then if any of you would like a tour of the mansion I would
be glad to give you one. Sooooo.....Yah?"
He points towards the doors leading to the other rooms and waits patiently for their response.
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...Hi? ¤
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 5:58 pm
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Once more, V³ began to regret taking on this mission. Sure, she knew that completing it would make her father proud, and possibly trust her enough to bring her along on his own missions. By comparison, what she was currently doing amounted to little more than child's play. She was just here to collect information, propagate the violence between the Divine Zaibatsu and the Doma, and record the results for later use. These actions had been done by her father many times before, and at a younger age. Based on the stories she heard from other members of their organization, he had begun sometime around the age of ten or eleven. Surely there was a mission available that suited her particular skill-set, she thought at the time, and voiced her opinion on the matter. Her father's response had been to inform her that his success was not due to his power, but to his versatility. V³ had great strength, he knew this, but if that was all she had, then she would never be worthy to accompany him anywhere. "Power over me? Please, b***h. Being called a higher-up here is just a formality, but it would be funny if you tried that s**t. You ******** the Boss, your head gets all big, you try to order me around, and I shove your head right up your a**. We'll make a day of it."
V³ sighed loudly as Trufflez spoke, deeply wishing that someone would allow her to drown him in a nearby river. "I'm still 90 percent sure that Judal's as gay as a Gods damned rainbow in a truck stop bathroom, but I figure setting him up with Purple Prostitute over here might be worth a laugh or two. You know I'm right. Seeing those stuffy types cut loose is always fun to watch. Especially heart broken stuffy types. He's already so weak that not having some random chick wanna ******** him anymore turns him into a pansy, so who knows how he'll react to this?" V³'s general hatred of everyone and everyone was only mitigated by her love for causing trouble. And while she clearly disliked Bella and Truffelz, she was more than willing to put up with them if it would lead to something funny. "I'm not interested in a tour, but you're a pushover. Who knows what you'll let this b***h do if you're left alone with her, so I'll be coming along for this one." Crossing her arms, V³'s eyes sparked. They were now bright blue and glowing, glowing brightly enough that if the lights were turned off, they could light up a small portion of the room. "C'mon now. Let's get on with it. I've got things to do today. People to kill, hookers to sneak into people's rooms, stuff like that."
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 7:54 pm
♛☽☾ βella Δonna Ƞocturne ☽☾♛
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—
♜♜♜
The only way to deal with an unfree world
is to become so absolutely free
that your very existence
is an act
of rebellion...
♜♜♜
׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º× "Fine honey, it's a date. Now shut your yap." she couldn't help but chuckle along with Trufflez. Her laughter was contagious. She looked over, flicking the butt of her cigarette onto the floor finally. She only shook her head when the dark grey woman insisted on tagging along. "Oh goodie, you can bore us more with your dumb a** discussion. I can't wait." she said snarkily back. At least she was getting a tour of her new home so that had to count for something at least. As much as she hated to admit it, it was a better home than her previous living quarters.
She looked down at Trufflez and strutted right next to her. Or him. She figured once she was corrected she would try to use the right pronouns, but for now she had more important concerns on her mind. "Thanks hun. The tour is much appreciated. At least you're a lot nicer than ashy-faced b***h coming with us. Say, what's your name?" she figured she might as well ask. If she was going to be working under these people but at least if nothing else, she could at least learn some names.
"So this is Doma. Now who exactly is this Judal, and why am I being given to him?" she asked, now suddenly becoming confused. Personally, Bella Donna didn't mind a bit of a fun romp here and there, but she was a bit too tired to even think of anything to do at the moment. Oh well, whoever this guy was, he sounded sadly pathetic, but then again, with whatever the horned woman said she just took with a grain of salt. At least she could stand to be a bit nicer to the other person. "Though you shouldn't say whore like it's an insult bae. The whores are the most fun after all." she snickered out as she began to follow Trufflez more into the mantion.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 4:52 pm
¤ Soooooo......
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Trufflez looks at both of them quizzingly.
And just stares at them for a good 10 minutes and then starts laughing really loudly again,
after ANOTHER 3 minutes of laughing he starts to wince at the pain of his laughter.
"So....you guys...thought that I was going to give you pieces of trash a
tour of this mansion?! The only tour i will show you is the way to the place you belong, the dump.
So once you guys finish covering your,"
He signals to their clothes.
"funbags then you can come to me, until then you can go the bathroom
and be da pieces of s**t that you the gray self family of yours, even if they arent all grey but still pieces of s**t,"
He says to V3
"And once you find your "owner-master" s**t out you can come talk to me as well, I am not here as your welcoming gift so since you guys
bickered and bitched in the place that i enjoy quiet i will not be giving
you a special treatment. Plus no one gives tours of this place!"
He says to the purple b***h.
He giggled a little as he turns around and sits in a chair nearby
taking out ingredients from my pockets of my dress and starts
doing some fancy chemical stuff.
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...Hi? ¤
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"I'm going to be nice and give you a little lesson for free. See that thing that the little f*****t just did? That's a pretty good example of how everyone in this stupid place acts. The nicer they act, the more ******** in the head they are. Bunch of two-faced little freaks. ********' hate 'em, especially the weak ones that like to mouth off at the wrong time." With a smile and a flash of light, a torrent of black flames erupted from nothingness directly between V³ and Trufflez. "This little b***h in particular seems to have forgotten exactly which one of us is stronger. Plus, everyone in this place admits that they're evil. Which means if I just happen to accidentally set Sleepaway Camp over here on fire...I doubt they'll care." The flames began to spread out. Not close enough to harm Truffelz, but close enough that he could surely feel the heat. He and V³ were not friends, and if they had spoken before, V³ likely would have forgotten by now, but if the cross-dressing male knew anything about the horned female, it was the fact that she was an unabashed murderer. If given an excuse, she would kill practically anyone. At one point, she had set someone alight just for running into her. Another time involved her burning down a building, filled with people, for reasons unknown, but she later admitted that it was mostly due to her increased boredom at having nothing to do. She expected her work to be filled with action and violence against the Divine Zaibatsu, not wasting time sitting around doing nothing, or crying over relationships. "Just be happy that someone a little more important that our stupid 'leader' says I shouldn't murder the ******** out of you right now." Just before the flames disappeared, a burst of fire shot forth, engulfing the bottom of the chair Trufflez had decided to sit upon. It wouldn't be long before the rest of the chair was little more than ash, but it still gave the man plenty of time to move before he became a victim.
"Since the he-she going to be useless, I'll show you around and answer a question or two." Not caring to see if Trufflez avoided the flames or let himself burn, V³ began leading Bella away from the entrance of the mansion. "Like that first question. Judal is one of our higher-ups, apparently. How he got that far? Don't ask me. All I know is he's busy whining about some b***h that won't blow him anymore. The reason you're being given to him? The problem is that he's being a little b***h about the whole thing. So I figure if we give him a purple squeeze, he'll man the ******** up and we can get back to the killing. I need to do some fightin', preferably against someone a bit stronger than random civvies. So if you can get his rocks off, we can move onto killing the s**t out of the DZ a little sooner."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:32 am
♛☽☾ βella Δonna Ƞocturne ☽☾♛
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—
♜♜♜
The only way to deal with an unfree world
is to become so absolutely free
that your very existence
is an act
of rebellion...
♜♜♜
׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º× "You only wish you had some funbags of your own, but even then they probably wouldn't fit under that piece of s**t hand-me-downed dress you wear. Besides, that's last season sweetheart. Get with the times and put yourself in the trash before you tell ME who needs to go there." Bella Donna nearly hissed out that last part. She mentally cursed herself on the inside. At the rate she was going to need another cigarette. Thankfully she had five packs on her, but oh how she just wanted to suck the life out of this stupid, goddamn--
And then V³ did something that even Bella Donna had been wanting to do. She listened to the grey horned woman talk. "Cute. So nobody seems to work together because their too busy trying to make life harder on themselves and their employees. Absolutely beautiful. I'm sure that causes you a ******** headache. Personally I would have just killed him by now. Friendly fire, quite literally" she replied, not sarcastically for once. She was quite impressed with her black flames, and the ever so familiar presence of darkness calmed down the purple woman immensely. She couldn't help but hide the wicked smile however when she lit the bottom of the chair on fire.
Bella Donna was impressed with the size, even though the themes in the building were still cliche. She assumed that whoever worked here must have also made this their living quarters. It would explain quite a lot. She couldn't imagine them trying to actually put out people that were even crazier and more murderous than her. To be quite honest, Bella didn't even like murdering all that much, it just came as an aftereffect of sucking out the darkness and light force of the individual. It just kind of, happened. But she got so much joy out of it. Maybe that made her evil? It wasn't enough of an existential question for her to wonder about it however.
She followed behind V³ as she looked around. "So essentially, a weak leader with a weaker heart needs a muse or a bedwarmer. That muse is me. The sooner he gets out of that little 'dark place' he has, the sooner s**t can actually get done, and the sooner I can actually be put to the uses as described in my papers." she calculated out loud. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew exactly how it felt to feel like you were doing absolutely nothing because your superior was too absorbed in themselves. "Men, gotta ******** love em, right?" she spat as she reached for a carton.
She opened up the carton. Perfect, two left. If she had to at least be civil, she'd rather choose grey bitchface than whoever that dumbass cross-dressing idiot was. "Here, looks like we both need one, cause this sounds like a lot of ******** work on both of our parts." she began. If anything, it was more of an offering of understanding the grey woman's frustrations. Though Bella Donna would still sass her back. "I just need to know what is this guy, Judal right? What's his likes? Dislikes? The quicker I know what he likes, the quicker I can show this guy what he's been missing all his life. The quicker that happens, the sooner you can start battling actual soldiers instead of civilians, the sooner my powers can be put to good use. Some bitching between us here and there, and I'd say we both get what we want, you with murdering everybody, and me, well... I guess a good lay never hurt anybody much. Oh, and sucking out their life force. Either way works well enough for me." she told her matter of factly. She threw the carton in the nearest trash can and made a motion like snapping her fingers. A shadowy fire lit on the end of her thumb as she placed the stick inbetween her lips, lighting it. She still offered the cigarette to the grey haired woman. "Need to light up?" she offered.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 3:13 pm
¤ Soooooo......
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Trufflez giggles at their annoying banter and gets up
from his chair and walks into the bathroom and comes back
with a purple bottle and continues to do some more chemical things.
"Man can you guys go already you things are getting annoying."
He continues to do some chemical stuff and starts to rip ribbons
from his dress and starts folding ingredients into the ribbons
wrapping them up like a sushi roll.
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...Hi? ¤
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 8:24 pm
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"Exactly what I was saying. ********' idiots. The Boss would've wiped out this entire dimension and this crew by now, but there's no point in doing that. I've got no idea how they've managed to make it this far. I'm still waiting for one of 'em to ******** up and get the rest of them killed." As she did many times a day, V³ compared this organization to the one that had sent her in the first place. In her mind, there was no contest. Hers was more powerful, much larger, and much more efficient. The people in Doma, based purely upon what V³ had observed, likely would have been executed by V³'s leader long ago if they dared act that way. Sadly, that face was one of the many reason why V³ herself was not considered an official member. Her father often stated that she was far too stubborn and impulsive...but she had potential. Unlike her mother, V³ wasn't powerful enough to get away with her rash decisions and tendency to disobey orders, but when push came to shove, and given a proper reason, she was able to play the part of an adequate agent.
V³'s eyes were a bright shade of blue as she led Bella throughout the mansion, and the shadows both women cast due to the various light fixtures revealed an odd trait of the gray-skinned woman. She was mostly humanoid in shape, her only outwardly odd feature being her horns, but her shadow contained more. The darkened silhouette along the floor showcased two large wings which appeared to protrude from it's back, whereas when one looked at the woman herself, nothing could be seen. The shadow wings fluttered with each step V³ took, and purple streaks of color occasionally permeated the darkness. "Likes? Dislikes? Don't make this s**t all complicated. Just be naked and ready to go down or something and that should be all it takes...unless he doesn't roll that way. I still say he's probably gay, but it's worth a shot if it means I can go ******** some people up." Smiling, V³ pounded her fist together, causing the hallway to shake slightly as the ground reverberated beneath her. "Y'know what? You're not as dumb as the rest of 'em. Probably." V³ said as she accepted the cigarette from Bella. Much like the purple woman, but without the required motion of snapping her fingers, a small black flame appeared before her. V³ used this to light the cigarette before placing it between her lips. She didn't smoke often, and hadn't begun doing so until recently, but she had grown to enjoy it since then. Her species lacked the ability to grow addicted to such items, but it still had it's merits. V³, like her aunt, was quite fond of the burning smell and the way that it blocked out all other scents. As the tour continued, the women eventually came near a small, circular symbol etched upon a wall."And that one there leads to my place." She said. "No chance I'd live around this bunch of ********, but it's a great shortcut." V³ explained, but purposely left out quite how the symbol was connected to the location she currently called home. <********, man...I'm getting really bored in this stupid place. There's gotta be something going on somewhere."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 2:50 pm
- Tatsu - _____________________________________ A black puddle appeared in front of the Doma mansion. It soon formed into a black figure then manifested itself into Tatsu. He brushed his hair out of his face as he started inside. Dust reappeared on his shoulder once more, "Dust, this the place?" he asked. He figured it would be no answer, it was like talking to a plant. As he entered it seemed, elegant. As if they put in alotta of work to make it look like a real organization instead of just a gang of thugs in a shady hideout. "Guess it is."He meandered the building until finally seeing some members of the Doma. They truly did look like they could strike fear into innocent citizens. Too bad it didn't work on Tatsu. Maybe they're bite is worse than how they look? It didn't matter. All he wanted was to sleep he'd been traveling for a while and had been on his feet for almost a week with out rest. Even birds have to go back to their nest sometimes. He thought. His thoughts and also he, stopped at the sight of a door in particular. It seemed like it had belonged to a person with high rank or even the leader. He was about to find out. [Exits]
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 5:15 pm
♛☽☾ βella Δonna Ƞocturne ☽☾♛
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—
♜♜♜
The only way to deal with an unfree world
is to become so absolutely free
that your very existence
is an act
of rebellion...
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׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º× Bella had thought she heard the imp, Trufflez, tak, but she decided that for now, she didn't need to accidentally give her darkness powers a spike in the power. The last thing she needed to do was suck out some life force, and she would prefer to actually be able to do something for once besides killing people. She listened to more of what V³ had to say about the leaders of the establishment. Typical; more things started to make more sense about the place the more she realized that maybe, perhaps maybe a small inkling felt sympathy for the gray tinted woman.
She raised a dark purple eyebrow at the woman's instruction. "Okay so just go and do it, and be prepared to do it however he wants. Got it." she told her. "Oh is he questioning? It's no matter. I can be more masculine if the situation calls for it." Bella told her simply. After all, the woman was nearly six feet in her four inch, heeled boots. She took another drag as she kept looking around before flicking the ash away from them. "Okay, so all of you live here. Where's the biological slave quarters? Or do I get special treatment because I'm our bossman's new squeeze?" she asked. She could see though why she would be bored. Hell, she would even get bored waiting around in some cliche looking house, stupid colleagues, and incompetent leaders.
She thought she might have heard something behind her and turned around, but when she saw nothing there she turned back. However, she did notice the shadow of the wings. Ahh, so that's what was giving Bella Donna those wonderful pulses of darkness. "I mean, we could ditch right? Is that too terrible to suggest. Or we could take the place over." she almost said that as if it was a joke, but in reality she wasn't joking, even though it came off as one. She took another drag, the smoke filling her lungs. "Man this is... I mean I'd say this is shittier than what I was originally dealing with, but somehow in a terrible turn of events it's still somewhat better improved conditions. So tell me, what's there to do with training in this place?" she asked her. She might as well get used to honing her powers while she was here, right?
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 4:50 pm
- Tatsu - _____________________________________ As he entered the Doma mansion one again. He immediately flicked his smoked cigarette outside behind him, which landed into the trash. He walked past the group of chattering members not looking in their direction, he wanted to hurry and get this over with. His power was fading due to his fatigue, he needed rest. He walked to the doors, opened them and entered once more.[Exits]
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