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 Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 7:15 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 7:19 pm
She had to agree there, but no one was going to deter their date time flirting for long. Her pout disappeared with the quick kisses and a giggle escaped her lips. She actually believed he would do something crazy like making the band stay and play longer if they didn't get their dance before the night was over.
When he sort of twirled away from her, she laughed and chased after him. In those heels, she couldn't go very fast, but she managed to catch up. "What did I try?" She said as she took his hand. "I tried the shrimp, a little bit more cake, several different sorts of wine, and some crab meat." She responded. Of course, she only had sample portions of each food. She didn't want o fill up on just one thing. "You haven't had much of a chance to try anything."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 7:32 pm
"Thank you," the Devil would murmur, visibly relaxing as KB was put into his place by whoever this figure of authority was. Turning to look at Ever, the Devil would raise his right hand and tentatively wrap it around the mariner's waist, pulling her just a bit closer to him for her safety above all else. Leaning over and towards her ear, Roen would sigh, and speak in more hushed tones. "Triage," he would begin as he slowly led both he and she passed the congregation of Alex, KB, and James and into the main ballroom again, followed suite by Bellanox who kept her eyes alert and her hands on her guns. "My priority is you, my bodyguard, and myself. If that table crippled me, that young man who threw it would have had the upper hand and I would have met my untimely demise."
Pausing as reporters flocked to both he and Ever, Roen would turn his head and watch as Bellanox beat them away with foul language and dramatic waves of her gun. The Gypsy, he mused, had developed his flare for the dramatics during her tenure as his bodyguard and one of his closest friends. Clearing his throat and squinting his eyes, he'd continue to lead Ever through the parting sea of bodies to the exit of the Ball. "If that came to pass, the vampire -- you saw him, didn't you? He blew half the hallway apart with a flex of his power -- would have taken killed both you and my bodyguard after taking certain liberties with your bodies."
Turning his head away from Ever's ear just as they reached the exterior of the ball and greeted the street outside, Roen would gingerly swipe his thumb across the small of Ever's bare back while turning his attention back to Bellanox. "I'm taking Ever home," he would say as his bodyguard loomed close, vigilant in her guard. "Faustina and Daria came to the ball on your Ducati. It's parked," the Devil lifted the hilt of his weapon and pointed to the Ducati not even several feet away, "right there. Take it and yourself away. Head into the provinces of the DeSeer matriarch and kill anything in your way. Meet me after the first round of the tournament is done. We've things to discuss."
Bellanox nodded and turned away; but not before Roen said with an even kinder tone, "I missed you." Seemingly shocked, Bellanox would smile and nod again before heading to her Ducati. Turning away before he could watch her start the engine and take off without a helmet, as she always did, he would instead watch the spot directly in front of him. As if on cue, his limo would pull up, and the door would be opened by the attendant on the red carpet. Gold coins exchanged hands between attendant and Devil before Ever was ushered into the limo, Roen slipping in right behind her. "Drive," he'd command of his hired driver as he slipped into his seat, setting the World Splitter beside him.
The limo would be slow to start, but it would soon be racing away from the ball with human and devil in the back, opposite one another, and mirroring their positioning since before they entered the ball. Leaning forward and resting his face in the palms of his hand, the Devil would give out a long and shuddering breath as the evening's festivities finally caught up with him. Everything and anything that happened tonight would hit him all at once, shattering his tenuous hold on his emotions. Ever was Vansin's target, or had already been claimed; he nearly killed Stella in an act of fury; Rhoslyn called him out and the reckoning of Puerto Diablo was soon to come upon him; and he had nearly been killed by KB and James in the infirmary were it not for quick thinking and a bit of luck.
Suddenly, he felt light headed. Suddenly, he wanted to cry. Suddenly, he did. There was no sobbing or whining or shaking, only the subtle flow of tears that spilled from his sanguine eyes to only be smothered by his roughened palms. An ego, so easily inflated, so easily broken. Melancholic madness at its peak.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 7:33 pm
No quarrel with him?!
Roen had one now. He and all those who traveled with him. THe martial artist made it a habit to remember the face of those who would harm others.
But since he and his entourage disappeared, James had to vent off his anger elsewhere. The result being that the next limo or that that passed through the street would have to dodge a rather deep and large manhole-sized crater in the concrete ground.
James turned to walk back to the Ball, only pausing to next to the vampire KB for a brief word.
"This changes nothing between ******** that enemy of my enemy is my friend or my enemy bullshit.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 7:34 pm
"Well, while I'm no chef I'm a pretty good cook, and frankly, I would love nothing more than tuna, mayo, ranch, and cheese combined and scooped up by Ritz crackers. Too much fancy s**t here."
He did note to try the crab meat, though.
"Oy, you, with the guitar. Find some people with matching instruments, and once you do, find me again, and play whatever the lady tells you to play."
Rhoslyn pointed at a random guy who did indeed have a guitar. Looking surprised, he sort of wandered a few feet to his right and said "Well, guys, you heard the man."
Rhoslyn sorta facepalmed there in his head. This always happened when he wasn't paying attention to the world outside of his woman.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 7:45 pm
Wigi had a good balance right about now, he'd hit his mellow point. Were it not for Ed sitting there to remind him the ogre would've gone a tad overboard, hell he already hit the mark and a little over giving him a nice little sway to that body of his. though given an hour or so and the effects would've dulled enough to have him in full enough mind to get s**t straight for the night. Even still... It wouldn't be the first time the duo set out on a hedge hunt on a serious trip. Though nowhere near as bad as some of those Jimson Weed bits the duo went on.
That s**t was a level of crazy all on its own.
"Yeah..." He conceded as he tapped on the bar a few times. "A few hits of water for us, something to level us out for the night ahead."
Of course, without much thought, the tender slid a set of glasses over the counter, one for Ed and one for the changeling. Wigi was used to this, with his strange dialect that he spouted out. The cyberpunk had to be used to it by now, what with all the time the two spent together in their various travels. He probably needed both glasses each time anyways, and probably another two more after, a ritual that he'd play out in those short coming moments between the two as he watched Ed sip away at his Guinness.
"We've still got a debut to make though... before we leave that is."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 7:46 pm
"Sorry but that sounds horrible." Iru shuddered. She didn't care for tuna or mayo, especially not together. With cheese too? Gross. "I enjoy a sammich as much as the next person, but fancy food every now and then is great."
Iru looked towards the band, wondering why Rhoslyn didn't seem to notice the band members next to him.
"Well, guys, you heard the man."
Iru started laughing, but tried to keep it under control so Rhoslyn wouldn't know that she was laughing at him. Once her giggle fit was done, she grinned at the band. "Play something we can move to." She didn't want a slow dance just yet.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 7:51 pm
"Nevermore."
"The devil cries. We meet at last...Roen Jaeger. We have much to talk about. Much to discuss. Much to plan."
"Forget everything that you will hear tonight. If you do not, at least keep your mouth closed on the subject. You are now involved in an operation that can very well decide if you live or die. The very fact that you are with him makes you just as much of a subject of this scheme as Roen himself. So I give welcome to you, too."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 8:00 pm
MerDefsGirl
"It just does, okay!" she said, "I like pants, and I like my men in pants, and that's just that! Sheesh, it's already bad enough no "But you've probably been here before, so who am I to talk?"
She never talked to his face, looking in the air or toward the person on the other side.
Upon silently finishing, he sat back down quietly, dismissing his personal aid.
"Well, I guess my next question would be to ask why you cannot even look at me. I mean, am I that unappealing of a specimen, that you cannot even bare to set eyes upon me? Perhaps my hideous figure is what keeps you from looking. Hm.."
Cyril mused curiously to himself, looking himself over, brushing a small spec of dust from the edge of his shoulder. he chuckled lightly, hoping that his sarcastic tone would have the desired effect of making the young woman look at him, seeing the drastic change in his appearance.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 8:03 pm
Fierach "This changes nothing between us." "No? Okay, you go make out with a candle or something." KB smiled his iconic smile, the one that proved he was up to no good. It seemed the vampire was indifferent to the feelings of the Slayer, though this was just another ploy aimed to upset the man. "I'll be dancing with Sey if you need me." Yes, he was begging James to make a spectacle of himself. To push the line too far and have himself removed from the tournament. It would serve the vampire's purposes, and would count as a relatively easy win. Thank goodness there weren't any rules against being an a**. Departing from the host of combined security, he waved a gloved hand towards his men. They'd all be fine spending a night in lockup - they'd just be paid something a little extra the next day and some more grapple. KB made his way into the ballroom proper, none the worse for wear despite his run-in with Midus' dog. He scanned the bar and recognized the only maiden worth his time. Now, let's just hope James doesn't get in the way...
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 8:12 pm
Cael 0x Ah, yes, that was good ol' Robyn for you. She did not miss a beat in their joking banter, and the half-wolf could really appreciate that. It brought an energizing change of pace to his otherwise lacking experiences of social interaction, which until recently included nobody and no one except his date, Isabella. Speaking of whom, Rylen looked away almost bashfully when Robyn mentioned her, shoving his hands in his pockets as he put on his tough guy face again, doing his best to look indifferent about it.
He knew she was only teasing, just as much as he knew he would not hear the end of it if he told her all about Isabella. He let out a barely audible sigh--even given their sensitive hearing--turning his attention back to her gratefully when she changed the subject to something he could gladly talk about, another fighting tournament.
"Definitely." He answered her with a curt nod of his head and absolutely no hesitation when it came to the question of his participation in Heaven or Hell. He leveled a staunchly confident gaze at her; an infectious kind of look meant to inspire the same kind of confidence in his ally. "This tournament will be a good primer, and a good experience in its own right. Tomorrow can't come any sooner."
Rylen had a vicious eagerness in his voice that he could barely contain. He did not come for the sake of bloodshed, but any eavesdropper would be hard-pressed to believe that. Robyn would know for a certainty that, like the demon inside of her, Rylen loved to fight. But unlike the demon Selene, he did so for the sake of testing his mettle and challenging himself--and even his own life.
"I have spent most of our time apart training, and I picked up a few new techniques I think you might be able to appreciate." A roguish smirk split his lips as he went back to teasing her in kind. "I hope you haven't been slacking off, Robyn." Damn right she would tease him if she found that he had a girlfriend. And in all honesty, Robyn might have been a little jealous. Rylen was a cool guy, after all, and you didn't go through what they had gone through without getting close. Even if that *ahem* stumble was an accident. But that was neither here nor there, and she had Celas, after all. Who knew, he might even show up. Back to the discussion at hand, though. "Glad to hear it." She smiled at him, clapping him on the shoulder when he affirmed his place on her team. She downright laughed when he teased her again, tail lashing as she shook her head in amusement. "Of course I been training, Ry, what d'ya take me for?" Bringing up her arm, the fox-girl flexed, showing the defined muscle, easily seen since her blouse was short sleeved. But she pouted slightly when he mentioned new techniques. "I'm really hopin' you don' mean new powers, Ry. O' course I got new moves, but powers..." She waved a hand in a swirling motion, leaving a faint trail of fire. "Kinda hit my limit on that." Her pout turned into a playful grin as she lightly punched his arm. "An' I don' want you gettin' one up on me."Robyn was fully aware of the powers available to her, considering the extensive history behind the curse. From the records they'd kept, each demon host only gained fire, illusions, and that weird pheromone. Oh, of course they gained the sensory stuff, and the strength and speed, but that was all passive. So, while she could build them stronger, and find new ways to use them, she wasn't gaining any new powers, unless some other supernatural thing got involved. Which, frankly, she was praying that didn't happen. Her life was already screwed up enough, after all. The fox girl looked around the increasingly chaotic room with an amused eye. "I'm beginnin' to wonder if it was a good idea, comin' here." She meant the ball, of course, not the tournament in general. "I think I'll just stay until they announce the brackets." Another wink. "Hope we're not fightin' each other, first round. It'll deprive some other poor shmucks an easy win."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 8:29 pm
Only the Devil and his date could have known that the closeness he took with her, drawing her body in near to his with that natural, commanding ease that had helped the Jaeger to gain his power in the first place, was not the sort of intimacy shared between lovers. It surely must have looked that way to the rest of the grand ballroom; how he whispered in her ear and let his hand gather into the material of her backless gown. His words did little to assuage Ever's disapproval of the actions he'd taken at the infirmary, but it was her own stubborn clinging to her good-aligned virtues that saw to this. With an explanation that included safeguarding her well-being, Roen really ought to have been let off the hook.
Knowing this, Ever merely nodded and kept any stray comments to herself. After all, that was the only reason she'd once again managed to escape such a scrape unscathed. The mariner let a sighing exhale pass from her nose and whisked a champagne glass from the tray of a nearby passer as Roen addressed his liege. A bodyguard, he'd said, and judging by the last few minutes the gypsy seemed to fill the duty well.
Flute in hand, the sunkissed mariner walked alongside as her escort guided her out of the hotel. It seemed a shame to miss the event -- they'd had so little time at the ball at all that it hardly counted -- but as so many others seemed to be, for this evening at least, she found herself at the Devil's disposal. Her expression sombered still as Roen spoke of the vampire. To her fortune, Ever hadn't seen the one in question, but she had some idea of whom he spoke. The mariner had been leery of KB since her earliest days on this world, when she'd seen his gruesome sins against an expectant mother, and it certainly didn't help that as of late he'd taken to traumatizing the city where she currently spent her time slinging drinks. Discomforted by the idea of her own peril, the brunette made little protest to their rushed exit or even Roen's daring touch at the exposed small of her back.
She slipped into the limousine as it pulled to a stop, using her free hand to keep the obsidian silk from sliding up the backs of her tanned, athletic legs. Her moments of awkward silence, as the sailor's mind groped from something to say that wouldn't be just achingly awkward - and failed, came to an abrupt silence when, a few minutes into their ride, the Devil before her slumped into his palm and let the calamitous build-up of stress within him flow free.
Ever's eyes widened in alarm. This was certainly a side of Roen she'd never seen. "Roen..?" Her voice broke softly, hesitantly, from lips glossed with a rosy stain. She set aside the champagne glass she'd swiped from the party and moved to the opposite side of the vehicle's cabin, seating herself next to the Devil instead. A worried frown curved over her mouth. Deciding what to do next did not come easily; Ever knew the Jaeger to be proud, and that made comforting him a tricky situation. She sucked the curve of her lower lip into her mouth, chewing on it faintly as she leaned closer and combed her short, manicured nails through his dark, backswept hair, close to his temple.
Her mouth fell slightly open, some feeble words just poised at the tip of her tongue, but a third voice interrupted the wayfarer's efforts. Ever looked sharply, startled, to the newcomer and suddenly let out a small utterance of anxiety at what she saw; chiefly directed at the snarling teddy bear. The mariner pressed her back into the cushioned leather interior, therefore further from this ghoulishly animated plush toy, and Roen would feel her nails sinking slightly, nervously, into his bicep.
The woman turned her attention on Ever, and the latter pursed her lips and listened as attentively as the seriousness of the situation demanded. The threat she delivered settled uneasily in Ever's stomach, and she pursed her mouth weakly. More and more, accompanying Roen to the ball was proving more trouble than it had been worth, and now what had she gotten unwillingly tangled up in?
Her mind turned immediately to the ring on her finger, while a haunting echo of "You are now involved in an operation that can very well decide if you live or die." ran all too acutely in her mind. Should she speak now? Stop the anonymous vamp from revealing any secrets in front of her, when god-knows-who could be listening, and risk revealing its existence on her hand -- something Viviana had strictly forbidden?
Ever's golden skin had turned pale and she felt suddenly ill, her fist dropping to her lap and clenching into the folds of her skirt. She nodded, though, and let a weakened sigh escape her throat. "I won't say anything."
That was true enough, and her faltering expression could easily have been attributed to intimidation. Roen had only a little reason to suspect anything from her and more reason not to, while the stranger should have remained completely unknowing. As far as the Signet was concerned, Ever would have done nothing wrong by them here. She feigned disinterest though, in a manner as if listening in on whatever plot was hatching unsettled her completely, and turned her gaze to the window instead. Reluctant eyes watched the city lights slip by as she lifted her champagne glass to her lips and drank deeply.
It was times like these that gave reason for the mariner's inner lush.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:04 pm
Michael was sitting by himself, it seemed his date went her own way, and left him stranded. Though, he went his own way first, so he deserved it in a small way. Digging in his pocket, and eventually pulling out something. Round in shape, gold wrapped around the circle, on the outside of the object, and glass rested in the middle of the golden circle. One single string dangled from it, and completed the appearance. This was indeed, a monocle, and Michael could sport it quite well. Raising it toward his right eye, he squeezed it into place, and let it rest there. Squinting his eye behind it, and staring through the glass. Classy.
This stunning monocle was missing something though, something that would complete his entire outfit, and that was a top hat. Maybe even a cane. One of those would be easier in the task of obtaining, and that was the cane. Scanning the room, he rested his vision on a table, and approached it in a quick fashion. Once he arrived at said table, Michael gripped the edge of it, and kicked out his foot toward the leg of the chair. Snapping it the middle evenly, and pulling it toward him. Table went tumbling, and whatever rested on it was sent toward the floor. How rude.
One thing remained, and that was a top hat. "Oi, waiter, come here for a second." Michael spoke out, waving over a man from across the room. It was a Ball after all, and most people dressed all fancy, and s**t. This man just happened to be wearing what he was looking for. Once the waiter got close enough, Michael swung the leg of the chair toward the side of his head. Hitting him in the temple, and knocking him unconscious. Maybe even killing the man. Michael would dispose of him soon enough, though. Snatching the hat from the floor, he placed it on top of his head, and tilted it slightly. Stylish.
Michael then sat back down, and wished he had a bubble pipe. Until he found one of those, he would relax, and wait for his date to come back around.
DOMINION!
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:11 pm
Aila had been around, everywhere. She was unbearably bored here, as nothing exciting was happening. There was a fight, which she expected to happen. There were always tempered people getting too out of control. It wasn't always her forte, especially not tonight. She'd stepped back into the ballroom and grabbed some food. Her date was knocking people unconscious and stealing their hats.
Aila shook her head as she picked at her food with her fingers, walking towards him. Stuffing the small bites into her mouth, she pushed Micheal onto a chair and plopped down onto his lap, I'm bored. She picked off a bite of chicken and put it to his lips, offering him the bite.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:13 pm
My life is not for them to take, Roen thought within the sanctity -- the one true sanctuary anyone had -- of his mind, his eyes blind to the world as he wept. My life is not for them to take. Again and again the Darkened Devil repeated that line, fingers bending so that nails might dig sharply into the flesh of his forehead and face. Tangent after tangent went through his mind, flashing images of those he had killed and those he wanted to kill; those he loved and loved still. Past, present, future, his thoughts raced, and as his thoughts shifted, so did his emotions. Rage, envy, rebellious pride, excessive sorrow - in the throes of his madness, he quite literally lost his mind in the swell of it all. Melancholia, something that had plagued him for nearly half a decade, was a form a lunacy.
Violent mood swings, drastic bursts of energy, bouts of lethargic tendencies - all signs of the melancholic madness. If there was a cure, it eluded him; but there were some things in life that made him concentrate so he could function properly. Intense anger, for one, gave him months of lucidity. Tournaments, too, gave him purpose. And then there were things not quite as grand or as dangerous as the aforementioned. Sometimes, close proximity with someone he regarded with favor brought him a vestige of sanity. Sometimes, a subtle and gentle touch through his hair could bring him a measure of happiness many sought and only few could find.
The fragile ego that had been reduced to ash built itself up as easily as it was demolished, and in tandem the Darkened Devil, Roen Jaeger, Margrave of the DeSeers, regained control over his fragile mind and powerful emotions. With a deep heave and sigh of air, he let it all go as easily as he usually did, and composed himself. This was who he was; who he always was, and none knew him better than himself. He felt better already. The tears stopped, he thought clearly, and he shook his head at the foolishness of it all while wiping his face and lifting his head. Again, that haunted look; that desperate look. Blood-shot eyes, dark circles, melancholic; Ever along with the whole of Gaia knew this Devil. He looked bad, but at least he felt good.
"She's not a part of this," the Darkened Devil would say as he turned his head to regard the intruder, one hand placing itself on Ever's thigh comfortably while his other sought out the wire-wrapped hilt of the Daemon weapon, Hræðilegr, the Great World Splitter and ultimate Equalizer. "Threaten her again, and our pact is through. After tonight, she I will will vaguely see one another again." Despite in tears but a moment ago, Roen's voice was as precise and honed as ever, its rich timbre and deep baritone unmarred by his emotional roller coaster. There was no escape with this voice nor the ability to question its authority. It was absolute and implacable, even though the man behind it was not.
"Speak, servant of the Dread Emperor, and freely. The night progresses and tomorrow I become a bloodletter once again - time is not in our favor. Speak your peace and leave me to my devices."
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