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 Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 12:16 am
Levant This early, Levant hadn't expected so many people to be mingling about already. Goddamnit. Five bucks lost to a haughty know-it-all Amazon. Green eyes surveyed the ever growing crowd before him. Thank God he was by far not the most whorish person at the party. There was a woman prancing around in a thin layer of carrot Post-Its. Another man had a small cottony cloud barely covering his junk. Then there was a whole gaggle of skimpy go-go dancers who looked more like a bunch of cheap strippers. Cheap dirty strippers.
Just as he was becoming more comfortable with his bare skin again, he caught sight of something nerve-wrackingly familiar. A pair of cotton-candy bunny ears poked out from the bar area. So cute and fuzzy, the man wasn't sure if he should be laughing until his sides split or whether he should go over there just to do some thorough hands-on investigation. But if there were real bunny ears, that meant the rest of the outfit existed as well. The pants. And the shirtlessness. The amusing spiked collar. Levant tore his longing gaze away from what little he could see of the Ire's very bare shoulders. With all the people about, it was hard to get a good look without seeming overly anxious. Jumping up and down or even making the effort to go around them was suspicious. The last thing the brunette wanted was Heresy finding out how much he wanted to... How much he wanted to tell him how ador-- oh ******** it. The whole chibi thing was failing big time when the real thing was right there! Just out of reach! About a hundred feet away!
Suddenly, he was feeling incredibly... exposed. No, not self conscious. Just nervous. Again. He was too thin to be a real Spartan. A little too pale even with his light tan. Besides, Heresy had already seen him and his team without really... looking. It wouldn't be right if he was the only one to be all... worked up about... everything. Ugh, his usually razor sharp mind was ******** refusing to do its damned job. Sleeplessness was a very bad thing indeed. But if he didn't confront the jackass, how could he possibly find closure from these nightmares? Without being reminded how much of an idiot Mr. Hershey's kisses could be, it was highly improbable he'd be able to do just that. So he was going to go over and ... order a drink! Yes! Perfect excuse since there was only one open bar. Seems like Usagi didn't want too many drunk people tonight. Probably to avoid the type of situation that was enfolding right in front of him.
Levant's apprehensive expression turned to stone as he promptly registered who was who as well as any and all reprecussions that could follow what he was about to do. Three men. Ugly princess, pretty pimp, and fat skeleton. All inebriated. All without excuse for physical assault and possibly assistance. Lower than scum. In one smooth action the Spartan strode over, his gloved hand sliding down the length of his spear only to turn the flat wooden side on his opponent. The tip stopped exactly a centimeter away from the skeleton's thick forehead. A distinct click could be heard. Out of the wood popped out a tiny white orb about the size of a snow pea. It lightly made contact with Signore Nevio's skin for approximately half a second before retracting. Well, his work here was done. The cool thing would be to make a dramatic exit while the soon-to-be ex-Client would rigidly let go the of the Phantom or Tel, then slowly fall to his knees as his heart slowed to a nearly dangerous speed. Nearly. But then Levant would have to miss the entire party as well as missing the opprotunity to mock Heresy. Bunny Heresy.
Green eyes locked onto the way he was holding his spear. With a tremendous effort, he relaxed his grip, then his shoulders. Might as well finish the entire job. "Signore," the Canadian spat out the title with obvious contempt. Weak men and their love for their useless titles. "You'll lose consciousness within five to seven minutes. The poison might take longer considering your body mass. But no worries. You'll be fine in about two hour's time." What Levant would leave out was uncomfortably stiff and sore the muscles would become for about the next month or so. Yes, all muscles. "Regardless, that was a warning. Any and all acts of violence will not be tolerated within Guilty Pleasures and all persons and places associated." He paused to take a good look at Tel, then at his young school boy of a friend. Odd that the knife-thrower appeared to be in such shock. "You knew the conditions to the verbal contract, which you have obviously broken." Finally, he lightened up. "So please, allow my kind friends to escort you off the premises. You are no longer welcome here." What gave him the authority of banishment? So long as no one protested and the evidence was solid, Usagi usually saw no problem with it.
Seemingly out of nowhere, an out of breath mountain of a man rushed up to the gathering. Trailing just behind him was a petite red-headed woman whose light hands were busy adjusting her ballerina top. Quinn was flushed. Weird. Then he noticed the leaves in Farah's curly black locks. Alrighty. That would explain where they went. And why they weren't doing their jobs. If they weren't the absolute best in the industry, they probably would have been fired at least a dozen times. As seriously as they could muster (attempting to contain mischievious giggles by the way), the couple helped the dizzy man to his feet and proceeded to drag the heavy skeleton away. That lasted about five feet. Farah got lazy with the acting. Instead, he saved his fiancee the trouble of pretending by lugging the potato sack of a man over his left shoulder.
Now that the trouble was as truly taken care of as possible, the intrigued spectators went back to their standing around sipping awkwardly at their drinks thing. The pimp and the princess were smart enough to sober up and discreetly put some space between a very angry Levant and their hides. Hopefully, he won't be seeing much of them anytime soon. Or he'd be tempted to use the spiky part of the spear instead. Something about a peaceful event like this being disturbed by stupidity, ignorance, and the complete and utter failure at being a considerate human being, got his hackles up. All of a sudden, he let it all go. He felt his muscles unwind as he took a cautious step towards Tel. What the Hell could he say to him? "...Are you alright? I'm sure you could have handled everything well. But as you must know by now, violence is to be our last resort. Including the pointy end of a dagger..." he said meaningfully, giving Teishi an appraising glance. Cutting up a Client or any visitor would be bad for their reputation. Even accidents were often seen as an ill omen amongst the filthy rich. As filthy rich as Usagi was, he hated taking any liberties whatsoever with her reputation.
"And don't worry about Nevio's sidekicks. Since they haven't done anythin' directly, we can't kick them out. But Usagi or Lily'll do the job. In the meantime, security will be keeping an eye on them ...as well as the rest of the party this time. I'm sure they'll be much more attentive now that they have clearance to break arms if they see the need." Great, in his effort to comfort, he was babbling again. At least Tel would be able to tell who the idiot in the golden helmet was. That is, if the boy wasn't already aware of that. Oh now he was reminded how Heresy hadn't seemed to notice. Him and his being a bunny. And a not cute one. But a... That b*****d.
There was just one more thing to take care of. Levant turned his attention to the underaged school boy. "You're new here." That was obvious enough. "As often as Clients may quarrel, please for ... the Madam's sake do not question how they came to be here. If she sees they have a chance, no matter how slim at doing good. At being good. She'll welcome them with open arms." Levant was clearly upset by someone openly insulting a Client, even if it was another one. Because that indirectly insulted his beloved Usagi. "And if you choose to assist in creating further violence, AKA instigation, we'll have to add you to on our watch list, Ariyoshi." The Japanese boy's alias rolled off his tongue as naturally as English did. Smoothly, with a touch of that light Canadian accent of his. M. Z. Geroux
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 6:27 pm
~ていし Teishi~ Dustry Chevalier
Dustry watched with silent amusement as the skeleton went down to a little jab in the forehead. Well, it wasn't exactly little. After all, the Spartan had hit him in the forehead with something that popped out of his spear. Rich people and their toys, the items they could buy or create were amusing. However, this man seemed to have quite high authority. At least, he carried himself with the authority of either a very high Companion, or one of Madam Usagi's henchmen? No, henchmen made the Madam sound like a mafia leader. Fine then, a secretary? Whatever this guy was, he was sure using his authority on more than just the beast that had been holding Tel not too long ago. He had turned on him for holding the dagger, but Dustry already had his comeback ready.
"Now, now... nobody will get hurt with this lovely toy here. I've never used it in my life before, and I don't plan on using it anytime soon." He said smoothly, allowing his voice to run like honey. "But honestly, if it was just me and my voice, who's to say that I would be the next victim? Nobody, so I needed something to back-up my short size of five feet, one inch." Dustry sighed, but he looked steadily at the young man, slipping the dagger into his boot. "Forgive me, though. I am very new here, and I don't know very much."
"But I am also sorry about Ariyoshi. I should have explained our rules to him beforehand, since even I know those by heart." Dustry apologized on the older boy's behalf, pulling Ariyoshi into a brisk bow as he himself did so. Hopefully, Ariyoshi wouldn't turn on him and see him as the bad guy later on. Hopefully...
Soon, Dustry was looking at the older boy. A pure French boy, if Dustry knew one when he saw one. His costume reminded Dustry of a more feminine outfit, but did that really matter? There was a playboy bunny at the bar! "Thank you for helping us out." Dustry said quietly, looking at the other boy and smiling. The guy hadn't really done much, but just his taller presence was a very reassuring thing. If either one of the shorter teenagers had to go against the mammoth skeleton, both of them would probably be dead right now.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 7:21 pm
**Theodore**Tel** Shaky legs made contact with the ground and snapped Tel back to reality. Dark green eyes blinked and refocused on the scene. Henry, no wait- that wasn't Henry. That's right, the rat isn't here; he's far away. Not here. Not assaulting Tel. The figure being hauled away was merely a drunken guest in a skeleton outfit who had gotten out of hand. The contortionist watched until the miscreant disappeared and his compatriots scurried away.
Tel turned to the spartan who seemed to be in command of the situation. "Levant, thank you. Apparently I could not handle the situation," he said simply. His face was blank once again as his hands moved over his suit to straighten and smooth the garment. But as Levant went on he became confused. Violence? No one here was violent besides the skeleton man... But wait, that was a dagger in Teishi's hand. Instigating? The marksman's eyes looked over Ariyoshi as he tried to make sense of what was being said. However, he had pretty much blacked out for the duration and had no idea what had happened between screaming and touching down. Should he be speaking to defend the two? But he didn't think Levant would make such comments without good reason. Teishi stepped up and tried to smooth over the situation, so Tel kept his mouth shut.
Truthfully, though to any observer he looked completely composed, Tel was still overwhelmed by the whole event, as much by what happened as by the fact that he had lost himself so completely in that flash back. It was unexpected, but unsurprising at the same time; the trauma was so recent. Apparently the weeks of running while looking over his shoulder had marked him deeply and the realization that he had escaped, and the relief that should accompany it, had not quite settled in yet. The phantom bent to retrieve his top hat and brushed it off before settling it back in place over his hair. The crowd of rubber-neckers was dispersing back into the party at large, but the spartan, schoolboy, hunter, and magician were still gathered around him.
"Pardon me," Tel spoke in a flat voice, "But I could use a moment in a quiet corner with a cold drink." But where to go? The party garden was fairly packed. Back into the hedge maze? Somehow he didn't think having holograms and actors trying to scare the life out of him would be too good at this moment. His nerves either couldn't take it or were too far shot for it to matter at all, but it wasn't something he was willing to test. After casting about for a moment his tired brain just gave up on trying to solve the problem. The bigger concern on his mind was the idea that if an incident like this had happened out there in the world beyond the borders of Madam Usagi's safe home with its security personnel, and had he reacted the same way, things would not have gone well for him at all. Tel looked at the others in front of him and said honestly, "A suggestion or a friend to that end would be appreciated."
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 1:24 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o  As Othello walked back to the table his eyes turned down slightly as a rather droll look washed over his pretty little face. He let out a heavy sigh as he collected himself and smiled bright in the last stretch towards the table. Seeing Davi raise the boy bowed deeply his figure totally arched with perfect posture still remaining in his stance. He remained low as he parted his lips, "I deeply apologize, that was extremely rude of me...I needed to tell our pianist something and I had a feeling this would be the last chance I had to tell him. I hope I didn't show you any disrespect in my actions that would warrant you to have a bad image of our establishment. If I have please report it to the Madame so I can be rightfully dealt with." He blabbered out as he remained deeply bowed. It was out of character for him to leave a client to discuss something with a companion but he had a feeling he wouldn't see Sonnen again tonight, and he wasn't able to have another sleepless night worrying about what he would say. He felt terrible. Moving up to a proper stand his head remained bowed as he folded his hands against his stomach and looked to the side. He looked rather adorable even when he looked more ashamed of himself then anything else in the world. His shoulders slouched ever so slightly made him seem so small and childish.
At the words Davi spoke though his eyes turned towards the man as he heard the question and chuckled slightly. He nodded his head, "Yes Sire...Everything will be fine. I just have some business I needed to finish. I once more apologize for leaving you like that." he said as he smiled and bowed once more. He was relieved there was such worry in the other man's voice. It meant the man cared some what about him and his situation even though Othello doubted the man knew even close to what had happened between him and the Russian. It was nice to have such caring company. He didn't know how this would be received but he leaned forwards and gave Davi a nice little hug. Being as short as he was he came up to Davi's chest. He gave him a nice squeeze and smiled as he looked around the picnic. There was a lot to do, he didn't know what Davi would want to do though. Pulling away he glanced towards the Maze. It seemed like a fright. He looked towards the singer and smiled. "How does going through the maze sound?" he asked as he put away his cards in his sleeve and turned down the hot water he placed a small sign on his table that read "Othello will be back soon!" and looked towards the man for his answer.
Since Thello was a child he loved Corn mazes. They didn't have many in Japan, and when he lived at sea he had been in an American once and he loved every second of it. When he heard that the Madame was having one he nearly danced out of his skin. He was slowly inching towards the maze like a small child trying to talk his mother into buying s stuffed animal. Glancing towards Sonnen for a minute he exhaled as he calmed himself down. 
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 4:41 pm
Sonnen • Voltaire Sonnen could have laughed, but that would have been totally out of character — both for the man and his costume. Ariyoshi was just too easy. While he wasn’t expecting such a reaction, it did please him; surprising was always funny. When the other mouthed his Russian words again, the man arched his eyebrow. That was unusual. He wasn’t sure that had ever happened to him before. “I see you have an ear for languages, Ariyoshi,” he pointed out in a complimentary manner. That always earned points with Clients. Flattery. By the way he was just mouthing and not replying, Sonnen presumed that Russian wasn’t one of the languages under his belt, but he was sure there was one or two extras there. Ooh, blushing! Ariyoshi didn’t seem like the type. It was almost as cute as when Othello did— wait, where the hell did that come from? Crazy brain, supplying strange thought material. …Well, they were both Asian, so it was only natural that this boy would remind Sonnen of the fortune teller. Yes. Only natural. Nothing weird here.
And now he was getting huffy. Apparently he didn’t take too well to being treated as property. This made his smirk deepen; how endearing. Just out of habit, Sonnen’s eyes strayed to Othello’s little hut, but he wasn’t there. Huh. Well, the pop tart was still there, but no— HOLY CRAP SOMETHING TOUCHED HIS BACK. Sonnen whipped around, ready to choke something, but… well, speak of the devil and he shall appear. In the wrong? Not fair, odd position (dirty thoughts there), think he’s weird. Don’t want him around? What? Where the hell was this coming from? Slightly embarrassing, since it was in front of all these new people, but also confusing. Was he apologizing for what happened a few days ago? Did he regret it? Was he implying that he didn’t like it? What–the¬¬–hell?!
That littler mind ********! This wasn’t fair! Why did Othello have to rub everything in and make it all more confusing? Sonnen was already confused enough about what he was feeling, and then there was this extra icing layer of doubt on top of it with that weird apology, which he wasn’t quite sure what it was for. Sonnen helplessly watched Othello walk away, his eyes begging for an answer. Of course the rest of his countenance was flawlessly aloof, just as before, but on the inside it was like a combo volcano-earthquake-tsunami. His heart was beating out of his chest, his head was pounding, his eyes were unfocused, and his neck was sweating. Craaaaap! He got the very strong inclination to rip his own hair out and scream right then and there, but that wasn’t exactly an option. Since when did he become an emotional rollercoaster of a teenager again?
Maybe Othello wasn’t in love with him anymore? Why did that particular thought ring so hard? The thought of it made his stomach turn to ice. It seemed like a very strange thing to be so important to him, since Sonnen wasn’t in lo— …. Sigh. Since Sonnen wasn’t in lov— … ********. He couldn’t think it all the way through. He was seriously messed up at the moment. ‘I’m just thinking too much. I just need… a drink. A drink, yeah.’
Okay, so Ariyoshi was escorted off by that new Companion, and Tel was… glaring? And looking defeated. And now disappearing into the crowd. Sonnen had half a mind to reach out to him, but… Tel wasn’t hard liquor. Not in the least. Hard liquor was on the other side of the party from where he was, so he dutifully made his way over. Heresy had since moved on and was now chatting up some lovely young thing. Sonnen didn’t really care. It was hard to see his feet in front of him and he wasn’t sure it was him talking, but James Bond seemed to get the picture and mixed him some sugary, fruity, hard liquor-y beverage. Sonnen didn’t really care what was in it, only that it had alcohol. From the taste of it, it was damn good, too. Sonnen wasn’t usually one for floofy drinks, but he supposed there was an exception for everything. Sadly, the alcohol didn’t have any answers to his questions. Of course only Othello would have those. But at least alcohol had consolation. Maybe if he got drunk he’d stop thinking about it. Nooo nonono, he was a gentleman of the household; he couldn’t get drunk. He might be able to stomach two drinks tonight and remain un-tipsy, which was a sad thought, because it was going to be a looooong night.
Okay. Halloween and all that. But really, he didn’t think screams were this realistic at a party. Sonnen looked around, finding the source of the noise, and his blood ran cold before lighting on fire again. What the hell was this?! What was this wild snorlax in a skeleton costume doing to Tel? It looked like something halfway between molesting and robbing. More people burst in on the scene, all comically smaller than the assailant, Sonnen noted with amusement. The tallest among them was about five-three. The skeleton fatty would beat them with brute force. They appeared to be trying diplomacy. Ha. Diplomacy didn’t work with these douche bags; he was inebriated and would only listen to a punch in the face. Well, Sonnen wasn’t the type to do the punching, but calling someone to do so could be in order. Sonnen activated his communicator and started demanding that security stop jerking off in the camera rooms and get down here this bloody instant. However, it appeared to be a worthless conquest, as Levant totally just showed that skeleton who done it and what for. Sonnen’s eyes went wide as he watched the bloated skeleton immediately sink off his drunk high. Wow. That was a pretty cool trick.
Tel. Sonnen wasn’t sure when he suddenly developed empathy for other people, but his immediate reaction was to go to Tel. So new, and already being accosted at a party in his own home, after looking so sullen when his Companion was escorted away. Sonnen wasn’t close enough to hear the conversation, but he went back to the bar and ordered an iced soda for the boy. Full sugar. A cherry, too. Once he had that, Sonnen nonchalantly walked through the rubbernecking crowd, glaring at them until they went back to their own damn business. Levant, Ariyoshi, Teishi, and another tall man were still kind of swarming the boy, which was the last thing he needed at the moment. Without a comment to any of them, and holding a drink in each hand, Sonnen used his arm to guide Tel away from the crowd. The tables were filling up, and that simply wouldn’t do. There was a couple occupying a table all to themselves, looking all loveydovey and disgusting. Sonnen looked upon them disdainfully and demanded, “Be gone.” Needless to say, they left pretty swiftly, if not disgruntled. Oh well, they could get over it.
“Sit,” he told Tel a little less rudely than he’d commanded the other two. Sonnen took a seat beside him and offered the sugary, cherry-topped soda. “Drink. Eet vill take ze edge off ze shock.” If nothing else, he needed to remember to stay in character. It was also true. Such an adrenaline rush usually resulted in a horrible crash afterwards, so the sugar would help with that. He wasn’t sure why, but he knew it was some weird medical thing. …Now he wasn’t quite sure what to do, but he sipped his own beverage as he hoped Tel would accept his, glad to have something to take his attention off the fact that Othello still had his world turned upside-down.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 9:44 pm
Keita/Ariyoshi THE. NERVE. Ariyoshi stared at Levant like the much taller man was an insect. He was in shock. HE was being lectured about conduct at a party when security was CLEARLY ******** in the bushes?! He scoffed meanly and didn't spare the older man another thought or a single word. It wasn't worth his time. Ariyoshi resisted Teishi's attempt at making him bow by violently pulling his arm away from the boy. He spoke Japanese quickly to his new escort, "<place.>>" His voice dripped with venom as he spoke. No one makes him do anything he didn't choose for himself. Not anymore. He got enough of that s**t from his parents and definitely wasn't gonna let someone he met five minutes ago do the same.
And what did he get for all his effort to help someone in distress--other than the obvious and extremely embarrassing reprimand? Tel escorted away by Sonnen to a secluded corner. It's for the best. He needs to cool off after that... I'd probably not help that situation much like I ineffectively helped the LAST one. Ariyoshi thought for a moment as he watched Tel's retreating back and heaved a heavy sigh. He looked to Teishi and chewed on his bottom lip. "<>" his voice was even and the Japanese flowed easily from his lips. He wasn't going to let that America Reject ruin his evening. Ariyoshi walked to an unoccupied table near the bar and motioned for Teishi to follow. He wouldn't offer to take the boys arm again, but he would respectfully listen to anything he wanted to say.
What was he saying before? Oh yes, badly spoken Japanese Ariyoshi critized harshly in his mind, but wouldn't say out loud. While it was clear the boy knew the language, his accent was off and slightly grating, but as long as he actually knew the language on an advanced level Ariyoshi didn't care. A waiter came by to take orders. He looked mildly confused by the youth at the table, and didn't know what to do. He gave the waiter an award-winning smile, "Relax, we won't ask for alcohol. The stuff is vile to smell much less anything else with it. A glass of milk for me and whatever Teishi will have." The waiter took the order with a relieved grin and hurried away to the bar.
Ariyoshi never liked alcohol. His family used it as too much of a crutch when things got hard around the 'office' and it was never a very inviting smell to come from your own mother's breath after a particularly bad afternoon. He'd also spend most of his time in his room to avoid any of the family parties or get togethers--which consisted mostly of drunk family members and employees. A thought crossed his mind Maybe that's why I reacted so strongly to the skeleton assaulting Tel? He didn't realize he held such strong feelings towards alcoholism... it would explain his outburst. Ariyoshi steeled himself and looked up at Teishi,"<>"
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 11:32 am
**Thiago**Davi**
Davi stood there in surprise as Othello bowed deeply and went totally overkill with the apology thing. Last chance to tell the vampire something? Like, forever? Was one of the two leaving Guilty Pleasures? Why would they do that? God Othello was cute when he was contrite. "Nononono, there will be no reporting going on at all! Please don't worry about it," Davi tried to convince the fortune teller who seemed to think this was the end of the world. The pop star reached out to squeeze the companion's shoulder reassuringly.
When Othello hugged him Davi was very, very pleased. Unfortunately he did not enjoy the hug as fully as he might have because he suddenly became terrified that the silver and blue body paint and glitter was going to get all over those gorgeous Japanese robes. He froze with only one arm wrapped around the companion, afraid to continue the hug and afraid to let go and reveal the damage. The ice alien diva let out an audible sigh of relief when the fortune teller pulled away and he could see that there was no damage to the outfit. He mentally thanked Tiffany a thousand times for buying him the good body paint. She always did right by him anyway.
Davi was surprised by the sudden invitation to go explore the hedge maze. He had assumed they would sit and talk about the reading, but maybe fortune tellers were just messengers and had no insight to the personal meaning the cards had for their clients. He knew that that was a reason why so many criticized these kinds of things; they claimed it was all so generalized that anyone could apply any meaning to what was being read. But the pop star was inclined to be a believer after what he had just experienced.
He couldn't help but laugh when he realized Othello was ever so subtly moving towards the maze in obvious anticipation. Of course he had already come through the thing to get here, but an inner sense of direction had led him to breeze right through it in no time. Taking it slow and exploring the maze could be amusing. Earlier Davi had simply regarded it as a barrier to being at the real party, but Othello looked positively ecstatic at the thought of going. The cutey could probably make a root canal fun.
As the small sign was placed on the card table the pop star wondered if the fortune teller needed to rest after doing a reading, or if he simply wanted to get up and enjoy the party a little. Othello had looked as though he was happy to do a reading, but maybe it was also a job for him. Like Davi's singing if he thought about it. "I'd love to explore the maze with you Othello," he said with a smile. "I did go through earlier, but too quickly," the client slipped one arm through the companion's easily, no longer worried about blemishing the beautiful costume. They stepped off lightly, a curious pair- a tall and muscular blue alien and a petite and delicate Japanese princess. Expertly weaving through the thick crowd (Davi had way too much practice at navigating parties), they slipped into the tall and dark hedge maze. A few steps in they were confronted with their first choice: left or right? The left was dark and hung with cobwebs while the right path bore an ominous flickering glow at its end. The pop star decided to offer the companion the lead since he was the one who so wanted to be here. "Which way then? I'm sure we can make either choice a thrill," Davi asked before realizing his poor word choice. Instead of pointing it out and apologizing however, he decided to see if Othello would merely pass it over as if it had no connotation at all or if he would contribute to the innuendo. It couldn't hurt.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 6:20 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o Misunderstandings seems to be something that was common and Sonnen and Othello's life. It was rather ironic that Othello was a man able to see the future but he wasn't able to figure out simple things like when he was over reading how people react and what particular things meant. He was rather oblivious and in the end he made things worse for poor Sonnen. It was intention, he didn't mean to mess with people's minds but when he didn't totally understand things, it was a mutual mind ********. Maybe that was how things were going to be until they both confessed their feelings and moved forwards. Till then the mind ******** would continue and they both would be tossed into emotional distress and confusion. He did have to admit that he was somewhat disappointed that Sonnen didn't follow after him. He wanted the man to grab him and tell him that he was wrong and there was nothing to apologize for but that was asking to much. Othello could dream couldn't he though? He knew so little about things actually worked in the real world. He was sheltered and that was something very visible in his personality when it came to personal relationships with people. He sighed for a minute not visibly enough to case any worry for the shiny alien in front of him. He looked towards the man in the blue and smiled softly.
Wandering eyes as they stumbled on Sonnen sitting at the bar with Tel. His heart sank slightly but he smiled a little to himself. He was glad Sonnen had found someone else. Othello really needs to work on how he views things. Hearing that he wasn't being reported though cause another wave of relaxation to wash through his posture as he looked towards Davi once more feeling bad for not being able to focus on the other. Normally he did talk about his fortunes but sitting in view of Sonnen was a little to much for the man to handle. Walking and talking is always an affective method as well, and then they both could see the party together as well as look at the meaning behind the cards. His telling was also derailed by the fact that the singer didn't drink his tea. Tea reading was usually the closer to his readings before he talked through the cards and their purpose. He still had the deck with him if Davi had any particular questions. Of course Othello would ask them but he really wanted to go through the maze! It was his own little Guilty Pleasure, of course the pun is intended. Hearing the agreement though made the boy jump up and down slightly. He looked like a jumping bean for a minute before he felt them moving and his rapid jumping halted. He looked around as they moved like bats through the crowd of people till they arrived in the maze.
Pausing Othello hesitated placing his hand lightly on Davi's arm as if he was comforting the man, when in the reality of things he was comforting himself. He looked between the path's none seemed particularly enjoyable, but the one draped with spider webs tickled Othello's fancy a little more then he had anticipated. He pointed with his long pretty fingers down the dark path as he trembled slightly. He would admit that he was a scardy cat. Looking up at Davi he smiled, "How does left sound?" he asked as he looked down the path once more, "Oh, and before I forget do you have any questions for me and my third eye about your fortune? I normally close with tea leaves but since you don't enjoy tea we can skip that and move to looking at the reading." he stated.
Othello was a legit reader. He was gifted unlike some of the fakes that sat behind tables in carnivals, that was the reason the boy was at Guilty Pleasures. He wasn't average, because Madame never took anything average. He looked around, his eyes flashing as he cringed away from the holograms clinging to the Alien beside him with a slightly pale look on his face. He was a trained fighter but place him in a haunted house and he turns into a wrench. It wasn't because he could see dead people or anything but he had, had his encounters with ghosts and since then he was as jumpy as a jack rabbit in haunted houses. Gentle screams parted from his lips as he shuttered away his arms coiled around Davi's as he moved away from the fake monsters and ghosts. He was praying to the spirits asking them why he was putting himself through this torment? At least he wasn't having to look at Sonnen and Tel...Even thinking about it made his heart sink.
[( Poor Sonnen! Othello is going to force the man to have a heart attack before he turns 30 xD. )]
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 6:49 pm
~ていし Teishi~ Dustry Chevalier
Dustry smiled when Ariyoshi's venomous voice seethed its command. The boy was the client, so Dustry had no other choice but to obey. "Gomen." Was all Dustry replied. What else could he say? Oh, I'm sorry that I'm such a p***k sometimes. It just so happens to run in the family, and bowing to somebody else that you just almost insulted is just the polite thing to do. Very smooth Chevalier, very smooth.
The younger boy followed the older to the bar, plainly ignoring the waiter's facial expression. No alcohol? Dustry gave a low sigh at that. He'd been drinking since he was twelve, but it wasn't like anybody knew that. His tolerance was high, but still yet, engaging in illegal activities is very much unacceptable. "Shirley Temple." Dustry muttered his order to the waiter. Okay, so maybe Shirley Temple's were girly and stuff, but it was just about the only thing that Dustry could think of at the moment. His best friend had made them for him when they were smaller, and they tasted perfectly fine. And right now, he needed something to calm him down.
"<>" Dustry smiled his reply to the older boy. "<>" Dustry apologized in his French accented Japanese. He was sure it sounded horrible, since the two languages clashed very, very badly. "But please, forgive my accent... I can see that it must trouble your ears a bit." Dustry said quietly as their drinks came. His sudden switch to English was a bit surprising, but yes, it was the most appropriate language for that apology.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 1:07 am
Solera Boredom was by far what he had expected when he decided to attend some Halloween bash. Fear, revulsion, a sense of wonder, maybe. Anything but this mind-numbing boredom! Dimitri's golden eyes bore holes into the tabletop. The man seemed angry at everything tonight. But most of all, he was angry at his sudden inability to speak to someone. Anyone! Whenever he'd gain the courage to get away from his corner table, he only found he had absolutely nothing nice to say to the nearest costumed imbecile. Which at the moment, was either a random Goth guy or a very lazily dressed vampire. There he went again, with his endless array of not so colorful insults. Decency was the goal tonight. Yet, all his mind seemed capable of were a shitload of negative thoughts. All of them, he could not bring himself to act upon nor say due to that stupid, stupid promise.
With a dejected toss, the next chocolate was thrown across the table. The blue flames went after it in an attempt to retrieve it. Being an illusion, the sweet morsel had not budged an inch. Still, out of plain boredom, he continued with his fruitless efforts.
Then something broke his concentration. The little lights immediately extinguished themselves. A scream? Faint as it was with all the random 'scary' Halloween themed songs playing, he could have sworn it sounded a lot like Walenty. But his brother wouldn't scream like that. Would he? Nor would he be as moronic as to be unable to escape from a simple hedge maze. ...Right? Thinking about something so incredibly pitiful lifted his spirits up in an instant. But surely, his brother would be smart enough to ask for help from one of the ghouls wandering that maze. Or hell, make a damned phone call! The boy must have gotten himself a Companion as well, which meant a number to actually call. Speaking of Companion, where the hell was his again? Last time he recalled, the other man was attempting to scare couples and then some kids showed up and... Dimitri had been lost to his poor attempts at socializing. Polite socializing.
So what now? A commotion! What fun! Oh wait, drunken b*****d attempting to touch things that were not his. Some sleight thing in a Phantom mask too. Then some other kids came up to try to stop him. Aggressive words were spoken. Probably some foolish attempt to get the skeleton to let the other kid go. How misguided. Drunks usually responded to that sort of language with even more violence and stupidity. Some calming and nicely deceitful words worked a ton better. Oh, so did poison it seemed. Of course, Dimitri would have opted for a well deserved punch to the face rather than anything else. Though someone who hit on kids deserved far worse than that. Maybe a nice ball-shattering. By way of a tiny iron hammer. Or would copper be better? Steel? Well, whatever. Security was taking the drunk away. That sure was a good five minutes wasted.
Dimitri turned to figuring out what other functions his gloves possessed. Nimble fingers reached into the flexible material until they came across a series of thread thin wires set into a gold plate. Why his scientists had opted for wires instead of the much more simpler button, he never understood. Maybe because it was more comfortable. But he had to admit the learning curve was annoying.
After a few pulls here and a few prods there, he figured it was enough to make a change. Now to see what he'd done. Tensing up his hand, the man centered all his attention there, waiting for something to happen. Then more waiting. And more waiting. Had he actually done something wrong? Nah, maybe if he tried a bit harder. He closed his eyes this time, focusing in a much more relaxed way. When he opened them, startling green eyes stared into his own golden ones. "Oh hey!" he exclaimed with an amused smile. It seemed his new 'power' was summoning cute fuzzy animals. A black cat was now busy sniffing his chocolate breath for who knows what reasons. "You know, curiousity killed the cat," he said to the creature. It only stared at him. Then began licking its paw. "At least the cat was satisfied." And at least conversation with a haughty feline was a start. Probably would be better than getting drunk and then forgetting this night ever happened. Yep, better. Somehow. Maybe.
Suddenly, the cat slinked a little closer, its ears perking up as it swatted playfully at the golden necklace the man always wore. "Oh, do you want this?" He held the shiny amulet just out of the cute fuzzy paws. The thing had the nerve to use its adorable green eyes on him. Well, what the hell. A moment without this chain wouldn't spell out Doom. An hour, maybe. Three was begging for it. With a brilliant smile he pressed the center of the onyx jewel to open up a screen. After inputting the correct sequence whenever prompted, the gold finally slid off his neck. Upon redoing the clasp, he held it before the cat, letting it paw at it to it's heart's content. Another five minutes of this passed before Dimitri became bored once more. As fun as cute things were, they weren't as interesting as ...something more ferocious? He wasn't entirely sure. His last cat had been both but this one seemed harmless enough. It was then that he noticed the black collar. Now who would be weird enough to put a black collar on a black cat? It's name was also in black print. Someone either really enjoyed torturing cat lovers or had a twisted sense of humor. Wait, that was the same thing. "...Hugin." Odd to name a cat after a raven of Norse mythology. But if there was a Hugin there was a Munin. Probably stalking squirrels around here somewhere.
Jokingly, he had to ask, "Can you fly?" In a flash the cat disappeared over the table and through the crowd, something very sparkly in it's jaws. Dumbfounded, the man simply stared after it before letting out a hearty laugh. Robbed by a cat named Hugin! The laugh ended when it occured to him that he needed to get that necklace back. Or Doom and all that. Great.
Grudgingly, Dimitri got to his feet. The dull blade was attached to his waist once more. And the shield -- where the hell was it?! God, was he losing everything today? Oh! Gervas! Yes, he'd walked off with it into the hedge maze some time ago. Couldn't fire him for that today, now could he? The promise got in the way of his usual crass behavior once more.
Now where was that cat? His eyes scanned the crowd of prismatic feet for a black furball with a touch of illustrius metal. There! Beneath someone's table! Hugin was waiting there patiently as if daring Dimitri to go after him. Unfortunately, the table was occupied by a red-headed vampire and the Phantom from the commotion. Gah! How was he supposed to get his necklace without talking to them? Dive under the table like a madman? That sounded way funner than striking up a conversation. Especially since they looked like they didn't want to be bothered. Besides, losing an important possession to a cat was not exactly something a man broadcasted to the entire world. Maybe if he had some bait he could strike a bargain with it. His watch should work fine.
Gathering his nerves, Dimitri finally approached the table. Now what to say? Usually, he'd lie for the heck of it. For fun. So hurray for honesty. ********. "There's a cat under--" his well thought out words were cut off as it sprinted into the crowd. Past that then... Towards the damned bar! What was the cat playing at? For an odd reason a fiery rage did not flash in his golden eyes. He simply had trouble getting mad at animals. Dark brows rose in amusement as the tender attempted to pet it only to be expertly evaded. Hugin proceeded to hop onto the nearest bar stool. Seemingly content, it curled up in a tiny ball to guard the necklace, its vivid eyes gleeming with delight. At the slightest provocation, it'd probably dart off again.
The man surprisingly had the humility to be embarrassed. "Uh, it has my necklace. If you know the owner, I'd really love their assistance," he said while battling the red that flooded his cheeks. Yes, for ******** sake, he was blushing. Knowing it only made him go even redder. "And I'm also looking for someone named Sasha. I'd like to talk to him sometime since he seems to hate me." The last line made him smile all too happily. Then it fell away when he thought of the possible meaning behind it. Was he a masochist? Impossible. "Thank you for your time," with a half-assed bow Dimitri started towards Hugin once more. This time, maybe the cat would let him get a little closer before fleeing. If he couldn't get to the necklace before two hours were up, he'd have to deal with something far worse than bad socializing. The owner and CEO of Dashkov Heavy Artillery. Mother. Code name: Doom. D. A. Kieva
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 2:47 am
Levant Levant needed a drink. He honestly hated these sort of situations. Usually, when he rescued someone, he didn't have to explain to people why knives were unnecessary. Or even wanted in this case. The obvious lie was off-putting. A toy? And not using it? Very funny. But if Teishi chose to lie that was his problem. The boy must have had his reasons, all Levant could do was hope they were good ones. Nonetheless, he knew he now had to look out for lies from the kid. Thinking about it made him tired. He knew he had issues when it came to Guilty Pleasures. He was over-protective of everyone and the place itself. But most of all, he himself, wanted to be safe here. The man wanted desperately to be able to trust everyone that Usagi trusted. He wanted to trust in her judgement. In a way, Levant long ago realized how hopeless the notion was. She wasn't right all the time.
Then there was the new Client. Or future Client. The Canadian only hoped he wouldn't see much of the boy around. Someone who was so offended by a man's plea was not someone he would get along with. And risking Tel with his words, he could hardly forgive him. Even with good intentions, it didn't mean anything if those very words only caused more harm. Knowing Nevio's behavior pretty well, he was sure the drunk would have gone after Ariyoshi while dragging the British boy around with him. Ugh, thinking about it only made him more pissed off. He had to calm down or risk being put in a time out corner or something. At least the schoolboy had no words for him.
Tel was suddenly scooped up by ...a vampire? Vampire Sonnen. Funny. Fitting. As much as it hurt him to admit it, he wasn't very good with the whole ordeal of cheering people up and de-traumatizing them. Truth was a lot easier for him to use than honeyed words. In fact, he hated it when people did that. He'd rather have the harsh and swift truth than a muddled and sweet one. Speaking of muddled and sweet...
As Teishi was bullshitting about 'the rules,' of basic conduct, his green eyes found Heresy in the crowd. What could he say to him now that he was away from the bar? 'Stay out of my dreams you b*****d?' He couldn't very well go up to him and say that out of the blue. 'Hi, what's up?' Also weird. Something inbetween might do. Levant noticed movement from the boys, but couldn't quite be bothered to see what they did exactly. All he knew was that it presented no threat. The man's attention shifted to focus solely on the bunny ears and the purple hair. Then he finally noticed Heresy was actually talking to someone. Someone as cute as those bunny ears. He could feel the corners of his mouth turning into a slight and puzzled frown. A bad taste had filled his mouth; something he had trouble identifying. It couldn't be... could it?
Finally, he went back to Teishi and the Client. Something was very wrong here. Something was very wrong with him. The pair were now at the bar and he hadn't even noticed them leaving. Not at all. What the Hell was happening to him? Mortified by his lack of diligence and essential attentiveness, Levant felt a part of him snap. Never before had he ever been so preoccupied with anything so much that he wasn't completely aware of everything that went on in the vicinity. The fact that the reason was Heresy did not help in the least. A soulless demon who he was slowly becoming obsessed over. Yes, he said it. Obsessed. Just because he couldn't make any art for him! That was it. He needed to stop this. The man thought swiftly.
The solution was an ultimatum. If he could not create that art using Heresy's imagery tonight, Levant would give up and never bother the other guy again. If he could, then he'd not see Heresy as a soulless demon, which was a good thing, and never bother the other guy again. Win/win situation. Either way, he had no intention of speaking to him, of letting that a** know anything of any of his decisions. He found he wouldn't be able to if given the chance anyway. So what was the point? Geez. When had he become so pessimistic about everything? It appeared this needed to be done as quickly as possible.
Silently, Levant made his way through the still growing crowd, trying to avoid poking people with his weapons. Before he knew it he was at the borderlines of the party. It was clearly marked with a "WARNING: DO NOT CROSS! BRAIN EATING ZOMBIES OCCUPY THE AREA BEYOND" yellow tape. Not even bothering to be sneaky, he pulled the tape up using the wooden end of his spear before casually walking past. Now if he could get to his absolute favorite working area, gather the materials, then start working, his world would somehow go back to how it was supposed to be. Without all these distractions and without that weird taste in his mouth. He'd be able to regain his inner peace. Go back to being happy-go-lucky with most of the things he did. Go back to not giving a s**t about his appearance. ******** yes! He'd be... be free again.
The moment he took a step onto the softer soils of the woods, the man broke out into a full uninhibited sprint. Not even the revealing and cumbersome costume was going to prevent him from getting to his destination with his usual speed. Three minutes was the mark. Three minutes to move across half a mile of bushes and leafy muddy areas.M. Z. Geroux
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:48 pm
"Ittai....." a slightly pained voice hissed from just around the corner in front of Lorentz and Adalric.
Standing there, hands pressed over his ears, Aya frowned.
"You really didn't have to scream so loud, you know..." the blond spoke, coming to stand in front of the two men.
He winced slightly before shaking his head in an obvious attempt to get his ears to stop ringing.
But when the young half-Japanese man removed his hands from either side of his head... a most curious sight awaited anyone starring at him...
Pointed ears.
EARLIER THAT DAY...
'Bracers... check. Leggings... tunic... undershirt... boots... check.' sighing, Aya pulled down on the front of his costume, trying to pull out any wrinkles.
'Hmm... my hair's plaited right, I think...' he picked up a computer printout instructing how to do the braids JUST right... before putting in blue contacts.
He had even gone so far as to make sure his nails were cut down, almost to the quick!
Tetsuya seemed ready to go... a pair of long bladed knives strapped to his back and a quiver, complete with arrows and an elegant bow, all rounded out his outfit.
Even the cloak with leaf clasp was perfect.
Beautiful bound leather with leave etching adorned the brown braces on his forearms. Silver sleeves hooked just beneath the bracers, keeping the undershirt in place perfectly. A tunic of dark green and brown, also with an embroidered leaf pattern, rounded out the top of the costume, as the silver collar of the undershirt hugged his neck gently. His leggings were of a suede that matched that of the tunic, tucked into soft brown suede boots that wrapped up the ankle and lower leg delicately. A cloak of grey, complete with hood, hung gracefully around his shoulders, kept in place by a emerald green and sparkling silver leaf brooch. A brown belt with leaf motif golden buckle allowed for the tunic to flare just slightly at Aya's hips. That very same belt color and texture was applied to the quiver strap which ran from his right shoulder down to his left hip. The quiver, an elegant vase-like shape, was adorned with a golden peacock motif and was able to hold, not only arrows of beautiful hand-crafted make, but had an attached sheathing section for two twin blades. That same gold traveled down a bow of dark wood in a descending leaf pattern, while white handled knives boasted the same sort of design in gold along their hilts and the lithe blade itself.
Thus, standing in front of the mirror, the blond had somehow tamed his usually unruly hair to become a near copy of one Legolas Thranduilion, major character of the infamous 'Lord of the Rings' book series.
Of course Aya was going to dress as a novel character... and who better than a blond Elven archer prince?
He had left for the party not long later... and had subsequently gotten lost in the very maze which Lorentz and Adalric were traversing...
Smiling, Aya did a full out bow. He forsook the traditional Japanese bow and opted for one more worthy of a noble warrior prince.
"I suppose you are as lost here as I?" the half-Japanese man asked with one raised eyebrow. "I was thinking of scaling the hedges... but didn't really want to ruin my costume..."
He had, after all, spent quite a bit of money on the get up... especially since everything was a perfect replica. The writer had collected piece after piece over the years, finally getting the bow just before coming to the Madame's estate.
"My name is Aya, one of the hosts recently employed by the Madame." Tetsuya spoke with a charming smile. "If you'd like, I can accompany you? Perhaps three heads will be better than two when traversing this monstrosity?"
Always with a perfect grasp of the English language, Aya could tell just by looking at the man that he was hardly going to grasp anything said in Japanese.
And thus... Tetsuya focused his thoughts on speaking 'The King's English' and that alone.
However, also on the young man's mind, was Tel.
It had been a few days since the contortionist had recovered from being sick... an illness that Aya still felt responsible in transmitting.
Since that time, it had seemed to Tetsuya, that Tel was avoiding him. Though, be it out of embarrassment for having had to be looked after or out of something else, the half Japanese man couldn't be sure.
However, it had allowed Tetsuya some ample time to write... even if his thoughts were usually wandering toward what the young British man had been up to...
(((A full Legolas outfit, back in the day, as a perfect Museum Replica (including weapons) used to be about $1,000 (I've only been able to get the knives thus far). Don't know what it is now.))) Translations: Ittai... = Oww...
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 9:11 am
**Theodore**Tel** Before any of the attending group offered their assistance a tall figure swooped in and removed Tel from the scene of his assault. They had already gone several steps before Tel glanced up to see who it was. Dark green eyes registered the Russian vampire/companion without any accompanying surprise. Tel's brain was quickly reaching base line functioning as all his energy seemed to leach out of his pores and disappear into the crisp air.
The pair approached a table that had a couple occupying it. Why would they come here? Oh. Apparently the couple was just leaving. Goody. The marksman did have enough brain power to note that Sonnen had handled the couple like a Baws (boss). The thought would probably be amusing later. Tel was summarily plunked into a chair and ordered to drink some fizzy thing. He didn't really want to anymore, but did as he was told anyway. Ew, there's a cherry in there. Bleh. Tel carefully fished out the fruit by the stem and held it up for inspection. The skin was unbroken; that meant the thing's guts hadn't spilled out and contaminated his drink, thank god. Tel couldn't stand chunks in a liquid. It was just wrong.
The contortionist reached out and silently laid the offering on a little bread plate where Sonnen was sitting. The vampire's drink looked rather fruity, maybe he wanted the vile cherry. Then he raised his glass of soda to the other in further thanks, "Cheers." A long draw later, Tel rested with the cold glass pressed against his neck. As the sugar and caffeine worked their magic he contemplated the man sitting next to him. Earlier he had been all caught up in the mystery of Sonnen's lack of English, but now he couldn't bring himself to care. The contortionist did notice that the musical companion had amazingly found them a quiet corner in a crowded party. Apparently no one wanted to sit near the lovey dovey couple and now no one wanted to sit near them either. Tel wondered if that had more to do with his new status as the "attacked boy" (le gasp) or the Vampire's continuing glare of doom.
He really couldn't even begin to process what had happened yet, so he settled for ignoring it altogether. Distractions were in order. There was a party to host after all. But he made no move to get up and back into the fray. Seems as though sitting was just fine for now. His left hand began to flex around the head of the cane as his right brought his soda to his lips mechanically. Blarg. Oh look, a kitty! The black fuzz ball slinked under the table as a black and blue haired man rushed up behind it. It took a moment for Tel to realize that this was the "magician" he had seen earlier. Before he had been distracted by the cool blue flame trick and he now realized that "magician" was not accurate.
Something in his English blood roared at him that he should know this character, and indeed he did, but it just out of reach at the moment. A warrior mage of some sort? The man spoke and interrupted the memory search. Yes, there is a cat, and there it goes, as cats are wont to do. Tel shrugged in response to the owner question. This was the first time he had met the cat, but he would keep an eye out for it in the future. Not sure how much that helped the mage, but oh well. The blushing and stammering didn't really match the warrior garb, but some people merely wore costumes instead of becoming characters. Sasha? Tel didn't know any Sasha. But the man gave a perverse smile at the declaration that this Sasha hated him. Now there was the warrior spirit! Pleased as punch to have an enemy to meet in combat! That said the mage returned to his current battle and continued to stalk the master stalker.
Mordred! That was the bloody name! Of Arthur's seed; variously known as the traitor and pretender to the throne and as the Pagan's last stand against the impending tide of Christianity. Oh bravo, good choice! Tel wished he had remembered in time so he could have complimented the man, but he might be able to catch him later. After he was less busy with the cat perhaps. The marksman drained the last of his soda and turned to the silent and distant Sonnen. "Any idea what he was on about with the whole 'Sasha hates me' thing?" Tel asked. The blond had known or assumed they worked here, and also that they would know this Sasha, so it follows that Sasha works here too, but the Phantom didn't know him yet. He wondered idly how long it would take to meet everyone at the mansion.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 7:34 pm
Keita/Ariyoshi Keita looked at Teishi expectantly and continued to speak in Japanese, "<>" They had started down this path because of the obvious similarities in them and they would continue down it. Ariyoshi's laserbeam focus wouldn't allow for anything else. "<>" Their drinks arrived and he took a sip of his milk. Ah... this tastes like fresh cream! Ariyoshi's eyes went wide. Madam Usagi had surprised him again. Heh, quality milk. Who would have thought. even he didn't expect that much of any of his servants.
He looked at Teishi's drink and smirked. Shirley Temples were a very old drink. He didn't expect people to still make them in this day and age. He wondered if the old Shirley Temple films even existed as she was the reason the drink was created. They were to make children in an alcoholic adult environment feel like part of the group... but Teishi just looked annoyed by having to drink them. Ariyoshi wondered if the younger boy drank alcohol... which would be a bit bothersome to him, but he was respectful enough to not drink around him. Good. Even for someone new, as he said he was, he knew he drill. He watched the party simmer around him and waited for his companion to continue the conversation.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:57 am
**Thiago**Davi**
Crap and crap. Davi hadn't known that he was supposed to drink the tea. He had thought it was just what the Japanese did, offering everyone tea, like the English, or even the Irish and their beer. Now he felt like he had messed up the reading somehow, or at least missed out on a good portion of it. Just as bad was the fact that Othello had completely ignored his comment. Either the boy was oblivious or completely not interested. Disappointing, but Davi would enjoy his time with the fortune teller none the less. Damn, add another crap to the list: he had left his whiskey sour back on the table. Oh well, this place wouldn't run out of drinks. The pop star wasn't one to be bothered for long about anything; his preference was to enjoy himself. Of course, his label would rather work him to the bone but... No, no thinking about work! You're on vacation!
God it had been too long. At least a year now had passed since the last time he had made it to Guilty Pleasures. But now he was back, at a party and with a Japanese princess on his arm. Life is goooood. The companion trembled and jumped and shrieked softly as they were accosted by holograms and actor in turn. Davi kept an arm securely about the smaller male's waist as they went along the various paths. Othello looked a little terrified, but he supposed that was the point. The pop star could only assume the other was enjoying himself, otherwise why would they be here? All the same he kept a close account of their route so he could lead them in a quick getaway if necessary. All around them, invisible because of the hedges, they could hear the screams and laughter of the other guests traversing the maze. Occasionally Davi could hear other noises that were decidedly more sensual in nature, a reminder of yet another thing he had missed for far too long.
They turned a corner that opened up into a clearing that had several paths branching off of it. In the center a Spartan and an Amazon woman sparred vigorously. As they paused to take in the show Davi considered Othello's question. He was tempted to ask all sorts of things about how the fortune teller's powers worked, but decided against it. As a showman he appreciated the value of mystery. In fact he attributed much of his professional success to not being in the media too much, and especially avoiding coverage of anything that wasn't business related. There were those who would do anything to be in the media; putting their entire lives up for scrutiny. But Davi felt that the fans appreciated news of him more when it came after he had dropped off the radar for a bit to work on an album or whatever. He was even a little pleased that Othello didn't know him; it was a nice change of pace.
Actually, with all the interviews and press releases he had to do Davi grew sick of talking about himself, so he decided to try and focus the conversation on the companion instead. "The reading was very clear for me. It definitely gave me something to think about in terms of my future. I only hope that the bit about me hating society didn't make you think badly of me, I really am a nice guy," he said with a winning smile. The clash of weapons interrupted him momentarily as the Amazon pressed forward in a hard attack on the Spartan who had seemed to be tiring but now rallied valiantly. The two actors grinned from ear to ear as they hacked their way back and forth across the clearing. "Tell me about that butterfly tattoo of yours? It is a tattoo, not make up correct?"
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