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 Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:18 pm
"One grows tired of fancy food after a lifetime of eating it. It's good every now and then, but I'm sure I could go without for like a year, at least," he replied, then grinned as they band started to get to playing.
Yay, music again!
"So, darlin, may I have this dance?"
He'd take a step back and give her a low, graceful bow, offering his white-gloved hand to her. Assuming she took it, he'd start moving and pull her in, and the two would get to moving with a pretty decent nightclub two-step.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:31 pm
Iru couldn't say that she had spent a life time eating fancy food. She grew up on things like ramen, mac and cheese, burgers, etc. Lobster, crabs, and awesome cakes were not things that normally came across her plate. "Heh, well I don't think I would even try to eat enough to make myself that sick of it."
Finally they could dance. Iru smiled, then did a little curtsey while pulling her dress up a little. "You may." She let go of her dress before taking his hand and stepping closer to him. "Aside from the distractions, I've had a pretty good time so far." She placed one of her hands on his shoulder.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:32 pm
Michael was caught off guard by the push, and fell into the chair. Landing with a rather confused and distraught look on his face. That look quickly went away though, once Aila had sat on his lap, and almost force fed him food. Opening his mouth slowly, and giving the food entrance into his mouth. If she didn't push further, Michael would latch onto the piece of chicken with his teeth, and begin chewing on it. Closing his mouth once it hit his tongue, and pushing it toward the right side of his mouth. Letting his teeth dig into it, and shred the meat until it was swallow-able.
A chuckle escaped him once he heard her speak, and then he smirked up at her. "Same here, whatever shall we, do?!" Michael gave her a hint of sarcasm, and exaggerated a little near the end. Giving her the impression that the World was suddenly ending, and they should probably panic. After speaking, Michael nuzzled himself into her neck, and took in her scent. Shivering lightly in her presence. After all, it had been awhile since he had caught the attention of the opposite sex. Michael wasn't a fan of trying too hard, like most men aimed for, he was a fighter, and not much of a lover. "You smell fantastic." Michael mumbled out from her neck, rubbing his cheek against her slightly, before moving up toward her cheek. Which would be marked with a kiss, and then he would lean back. Giving her a minute or two to react.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:41 pm
"I'm glad, luv, I'm glad." He was quite capable of dancing and talking at the same time, and would take advantage of the opportunity to do so. "Maybe I should have reserved a room here, but in all honesty, I'm just as happy staying in that sweet little loft we've got waiting back in the city."
Rhoslyn grinned and kept moving the two in time to the music - after all, he was leading, like he was supposed to be doing.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:42 pm
Aila smirked as he took the chicken in his mouth and began to chew. She went back to sticking pieces of chicken in her own mouth, offering him a piece every now and again. She laughed at him and his comments thinking of something clever to respond with. A few seconds later it came to her, Promise me you will never die. One of her favorite lines from one of her favorite movies, If you did that, I would make love to you right now.
Aila would laugh at herself softly, offering Micheal's mouth a grape right before his lips touched her cheek. Retreating her hand as they touched her skin, the spot burned where his lips had touched. Pupils dilated, and her iris' darkened to an Emerald Green. Smiling at him, she released a short breath before offering his mouth the grape once more.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:42 pm
man. He was not a man. He was a devil. All those emotions he had been feeling for the past month was natural. They were simply his repressed emotions that he wanted to keep bottled up only so he could continue to enjoy the lecherous life as a human man with no care in the world. It was a lie. Vivillian knew this much. She was from the underworld itself. She knew a devil when she saw one. She knew when a person was living a lie. Humans had excuses for covering up their instincts. Roen did not. His tears were there, but they did not bring any grieve from his heart. He did not grieve for the lives he took. He grieved for himself, just like the selfish devil he was.>
"Vivillian will do, Roen. Tonight, you just witnessed all the people that are against you. Believe me, they are only a small part of the people that hate you. Refugees of that city sought to seek out the one who took their loved ones away. Slayers, men who hunt for anything abyssal or underworldly, seek out your kind with extreme prejudice. And then there are those who just envy you, who wish you were dead right now. So many against you and yet...you try to live it through as a man."
"You did what you did to that city because you felt it was okay to do it. You did it because your inner self called for it. Morals? They do not exist to you. When does a devil need a reason for doing whatever it wants. Evil and good are words. You should not let them hold you back. A good person will say what you did was murder. An evil person will say what you was to help control the world's population. But a sane person will say you simply did it because you want to."
"I will admit, there are not many who would be able to get away with what you did. Those reactions at the ball alone proved that. But I am here to tell you that you will be able to get away with it. In fact, I have come to tell you that you will be able to get away with even more in the future doing what you want. Roen, it is time you give your contribution to our cause. This tournament has bred a great opportunity to make up for your soul drought. Lots of people have come to watch this worldwide event. And lots of people means lots of souls. I take it that you are wanting the things back that were lost in the unfortunate consumption of your home?"
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:45 pm
Iru shrugged. "You know, I think I might prefer it that way. With my luck there will probably be some sort of blocker waiting." She was almost sure that whenever they got down to business there would be some sort of explosion or fight. "I would rather avoid putting on a show." Every now and then she glanced down at her feet to make sure she wouldn't step on his toes. She was all right at dancing, but not so much in those heels. So far so good though.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:51 pm
"Mmh-hmm... I know Roen isn't a stupid man, nor would I assume that his pet necromancer or his... whatever the hell the other woman is are. I'm just as glad to be staying in a place that nobody else actually knows we're at."
One of the drum beats was a little late, and Rhoslyn quickly made a few small steps backwards and raised his lead hand up to correct the mistake - it wouldn't fool anybody who was a good dancer, but anyone just looking would think he had deliberately given her an opening to spin.
"And I dunno about you, but I'm starting to get in the mood for some swing dancing."
There was that mischievous tone again.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:53 pm
At this point in time, he didn't know if she was joking, or being completely serious. But he took that confusion and turned it into a response. "I promise--- oh, it's a grape!" Michael started promising what she wanted, but then his attention was stolen by the delicious fruit she offered him, which was taken in immediately. Opening his mouth, and latching onto it. Chewing it up, and eventually swallowing. Like clockwork. Whenever she offered him food, he would eat it, unless it was something he didn't like. Everything so far though, was favored, and his stomach craved more.
"Sorry, back on subject..." Michael paused for a minute, and thought about what she wanted. Promising something like that was hard, especially since he was in a tournament based around fighting, and violence. Michael could promise it, and probably keep that promise. After all, he wasn't planning on getting himself killed, maybe taking the life of another, but allowing the taking of his own? Never. "I promise, I'll never die." Michael said with a quick nod. Still smirking up at her.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:59 pm
Aila laughed at how easily it was for him to become distracted, Your opponent better not have grapes, you'll be ********> She offered him a few more, And not in the good way. She winked at him as she picked off more bites of chicken. Turning around, she placed the plate onto the table and adjusted her weight as she turned around and waved a waiter down. Giving him one of her sweet smiles she batted her eyelashes, Can you be a doll and get me some more chicken and a few beers? The guy blushing rushed off and started getting her order done.
Aila would then turn back to Micheal, lift the plate back up into her lap and continue feeding him bites of chicken, That's some promise, Mister. She gave him a playful grin as she leaned in and kissed the right corner of his lips, sucking off a small drop of grape juice that managed to escape his mouth, before pulling away and feeding him a chocolate-covered strawberry.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:05 pm
Saphen turned his stone gaze to where Robyn wandered off too, his head then reared back in the direction that Anson had taken.
Well that was unfortunate, but necessary...
Thought the musician as he suddenly ended his musical run with a quick flurry of notes. This sudden stop was followed by a nice applause and a few cheers here and there but the bard did not stay to enjoy it.
The musician knew all too well that the paladin would go off on one of his pious missions and when he saw what seemed to be a friend of Robyn's spot her in the crowd he knew she wouldn't be lonely.
But before he started playing he had seen something... an ever so subtle a movement by one of the members of the jazz band. The cello player placed his bow over his face, and swiftly whipped it back down before leaving the room...a very similar action a knight would perform right before battle. Due to this very small movement the bard had hastily created a plan to relieve himself of his comrades with out causing much suspicion.
Surely Anson would be busy with one of his crusades and Robyn would get bored soon enough...it was a small window but the bard had taken it.
Turning his bow in his hand so that the frog faced forward he gently pushed through the crowd, nodding every so often as he followed the Cello player outside.
"Hey whats the big idea taking our sho..." the angry musician from before was about to say before the man suddenly fell with a painful thump. Looking bewildered he only got a small glimpse of what appeared to be a green rope slithering back into the bard's pant leg as he exited the ball.
The bard stopped outside and looked around for a few moments, finding the cello player standing across the street from his location.
Saphen began to walk up to him slowly, studying the man who's long blonde hair covered most of his face...almost as if it was a mask all of his own. A heavy black trench coat covered the rest of his body...making very little of the man visible. A hauntingly similar style to Saphen himself.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" the bard asked sternly, barely able to hold a friendly rapport with the man. This was clearly evident by how his white glove balled into a tight fist around the frog of his bow.
"You know that he wants you back in the orchestra," the man said with a small but twisted grin growing on his face.
"As you know...I can't return," the bard retorted with a small chuckle of his own "After all...you have plenty of violin players...what about Cecile?"
The cello player's face went from twisted and amused to twisted and angry in what must have been record timing. "Shut up you piece of s**t! You know he isn't going to stop until he gets his beloved concert master back. So why don't you make this easy on yourself and just come with me."
"Isn't it obvious?" Saphen remarked with a playful smile hidden beneath his mask. "Because I would have to kill you first." And with that witty one liner the bard quickly whistled, the bushes behind the blonde man errupted in a series of thorns. The man grunted in surprise as he whipped his heavy trench coat up to defend himself. Most of the thorns were caught harmlessly in the heavy fabric, but one was lucky enough to cut along the top of his eye brow. Blood flowed freely and easily as the man growled in mild pain "We will see who keeps that promise," remarked the man as a motorcycle motored quickly past him, the driver reaching an arm out to pull the man onto the back as the two skidded off.
The bard stood quietly in the empty street as he watched the two leave...the driver looking back for only a moment before they vanished into the night. Twirling both his instrument and his bow in his hand for a moment he turned back to the ball to see if anyone had seen the events that had just transpired. His face just as expressionless as ever...but his gloved fingers told the tale as they tensed even tighter around his beloved violin.
Fin?
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:07 pm
No sooner had Faustina found her date did s**t hit the fan once more, and a few times for that matter. First, everyone's attentions were summoned by a young man making some sort of announcement--an announcement which made the young woman's eyes go wide and her muscles tense, half in horror and half in worry. As soon as he was done, her head darted back and forth, ignoring the resurgence of the reporters around them--she had to find her father, she had to! Not that she thought that she could help him, but rather...she was in a strange place, and she had no idea of her father's reputation. Furthermore, she was well aware that this grand hall was filled to the brim with Gaia's finest (well, most ruthless, anyway) warriors, and if any of them wanted to hurt her father...well, as soon as word got out of who this young maiden of perfection was, she would be a quick and easy target.
Her search was answered with the loud and disruptive cry of a tuba, and an ensuing fight at the bar. Faustina bit her lip, then pushed her way through the reporters to near the man she assumed to be Mr. Omi Barsait. Bringing herself up close, she placed on hand upon his chest, neck craning to place her lips beside her ears, and in the soft voice of a chorus of angels, "...I'm sorry. I...I'm not sure what's going on. I must go to my father!"
With that, Faustina turned and suddenly made to flee, white-gloved hands lifting that confounded dress to aid her flight. She would push aside reporters and guests alike, her leathery black tail slithering behind her, and even though she knew she was drawing far undue attention to herself and therefore perpetuating the knowledge of her lineage, she was intent on making her way to the bar, where she'd seen Roen fighting with some others she hadn't recognized. In all honesty, the young girl was beginning to panic, the swarming people holding her back from the father she so desperately longed to be near, and with every footstep that brought her closer, she could not help but feel deep in her heart that she was already too late.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:08 pm
It was true, sadly, and Michael knew that. Instead of proving that, he just shook his head in agreement, and laughed softly.
This was some woman, and she was pulling out a smorgasbord of food. Out of nowhere. Where the hell was she getting all of it from? Michael peeked around her, maybe she had something stashed behind her. Nothing. Michael's mind went blank, and he scratched his head slightly. Peeking up at the waiter, and listening as Aila made her order. Beer, and more chicken. A dream come true. Smiling up at the man, and watching as he scurried off. Sucker.
Once she kissed him, he froze, and closed each eye. Peeking eventually. Watching her pull away, he would finally respond. "Indeed it is, well, I've promised, when do I get your side of the agreement?" Michael questioned her, and laughed evilly afterward. Typical male. Then he opened his mouth, and accepted the chocolate covered strawberry. Now there was a fruit he loved. It was also covered in chocolate, which he also loved. If people could package sex, and you could eat it... It would taste exactly like this, that, or beef jerky. That was some pretty good stuff, too.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:10 pm
Iru nodded in agreement. She didn't want to be involved with any of Rhoslyn's enemies. A potato launcher could only do so much. "Or if they do know, it would be hard to do any damage there."
She took the opportunity to spin once when he lifted his hand, assuming that is what he planned in the first place. Did he say Swing? Iru grinned a little before waving to the band. "You guys hear that? We want some Swing music."
Almost immediately after Iru spoke, she was answered with the characteristic loud trumpets and drums. Apparently the band wanted to play some more lively music.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:12 pm
An older, rounder, and senior security guard, one of the many who had decided it was probably a better idea to stay in here until the ball ended, eyed the couple warily. The man was already going to get reported to his superiors for attacking a waiter, and the security guard was less than thrilled to see the man and his woman making out in front of everyone. It was a shame he hadn't remembered to bring - oh, he did have it! His lucky condom in his wallet!
He raised the radio to his mouth, and spoke.
"Someone keep an eye on the blondie and that guy who attacked poor Jeff. If they keep going like this, I see trouble coming. Over."
"What about that shiny redhead with the magic and his girl? Over."
"The judge? Waaallll.... just reduce the number watching him to two. I think they're too busy to cause trouble. Over."
"Roger. Say, you had any of that carrot cake?"
The security guard switched the radio off, clipped it back on, dug out his wallet, extracted his lucky jimmy hat (unused), kissed it goodbye, and with an improbably prescise aim, flicked the condom right at Michael's ear.
"OY, GETTA ROOM, YA HORNY BASTARDS!"
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