It took security some time to find the two intruders.
It was coincidence that it was eventually Len himself, pulled from the line as the situation escalated and replaced by someone as physically intimidating but not quite as experienced, who took it upon himself to quietly, carefully start to intrude into the private rooms .
At the second one he investigated, he was startled at the cozy picture two unconscious figures were, one naked and one not.
The man paused, unsure precisely what to do now. Bring the rest of the team, certainly, but there was also the question of keeping everything fun and moving in the club. None of them wanted there to be a visible scene.
Dragging unconscious figures through the club might be noticeable.
Then again, it might not be. Not if done correctly. He did, after all, have the benefit of his size. And there was the added benefit that this was a strip club, and a number of activities could be couched as perfectly fine with the right accessories.
Len’s goal was to secure the two intruders and determine whether they were a threat, either to Jean-Claude or to the club at large. It would be best if no one had to actually interact with Jean-Claude in those steps.
And so, with a long-suffering sigh, Len closed the door to the room behind him, moving over and nudging one of the bodies with a thick-booted foot.
If neither of them budged, he’d wrap them in whatever stripper paraphernalia was in the room and take them up to the floor that was technically Jean-Claude’s sleeping quarters.
His orders had been to take the two of them to Jean-Claude, and technically he was bucking orders to take them anywhere else first. On the other hand, this was far less conspicuous, and if he could have the two of them chastened and under control by the time Jean-Claude laid eyes on them...all the better.
Mood: unamused With: two unconscious problems
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((Feel free to either wake up and the scene continues from there, or simply be carried up. Sorry for the delay, I wasn't entirely sure what to do with two unconscious characters))
Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2018 11:20 am
••• St. × Vier
St. Vier sneered down at the tamed dog-slave, a sharp word on his tongue in response to the other’s mild question.
”Mind who you’re speaking to” he snapped. This wasn’t entirely like him. While St. Vier more often than not was unmoved by suffering, disinterested in any common patterns of behavior, and liable to mood swings at any given moment, he wasn’t typically—well, petulant.
Linneus continued to pet Ahkmet’s fur, drawing closer as if the slave wanted to shield the dog from something.
In fact, St. Vier was starting to feel foolish, a mood that was rare enough that it didn’t sit well with him at all.
He looked down at the paw on his thigh, and his expression snapped shut. It was bad luck on Akhmet’s part. The dog-slave was only showing mild concern, just acting decent, but—
’Impatient as alwys, St. Vier.’
Whatever hell St. Vier had been about to rain down on the well-tamed slave was momentarily forestalled, and St. Vier blew a sharp breath out of his nose in surprise.
His spine straightened as if he’d been electrocuted, posture correcting itself from indolent dissatisfaction, oncoming hedonistic sadism, to something alert and almost—proper. The thigh under Ahkmet’s paw was hard with tension.
He let Jean-Claude speak first—this was the vampire’s club, and there was an order to these things. He respected Jean-Claude enough to let the other man have his moment entirely uninterrupted by him, where the vampire could choose to assert his dominance or not. It was only when the other had shaken Vol’s hand in an outdated mimicry of civility that St. Vier shook the dog off and stood to greet the scientist in turn.
Linneus, still canny, backed away so St. Vier wouldn’t encounter him even as he stepped over the dog-slave. Jean-Claude guided the scientist forward, toward the booth St. Vier was in, and St. Vier took the opportunity to grasp him in something that looked like a hug from the outside.
In fact, was sure to actually touch as little as possible. No telling what on the scientists body could be dangerous—poisonous, maybe, or rigged with something that could implant under the skin. It was something of a dominant act, stating that he wasn’t worried about touching the other in this context, that he felt entitled to do so. All these little games.
”What have you brought for me?”
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2018 12:33 pm
The moment the vampire gripped his gloved hand, Volithious instinctively tightened it with the desire to want to drag this fanged beast into his labs. The scientist bored his slim white eye analytically at the host like he did with pretty much everyone; a sharp dissecting eye that sees you as nothing more than a sacrificial subject for his experiments. Don't fret, you won't be missed.
Now being guided towards the booth, Vol had his gaze constantly on the vampire until his hand was let go from the uncomfortably prolonged handshake. He stared down at his flexing fingers with the urge to replace his gloves but just balled his hand into a fist and rested it at his side while he listened to Mr Jean-Claude speak. Much to be gained? "Now, that depends on the acquaintance." he fixed a nostalgic eye on St.Vier as he said that then blinked slowly back at the vampire who had nothing to gain aside from the privilege of being dissected on his table. For now at least. Volithious doesn't do business without benefit and he saw no gain with this... Jean-Claude.
Sitting down was not an option, not in this place. Vol remained on guard as he pulled his coat off his shoulders and wrapped it over his left arm. This was as comfortable as he was going to get. His senses pricked as St.Vier approached him -- this is unexpected, was the beast not afraid? Did he want to fight? Was he being bold or just stupid? Volithious didn't have much time to think about it, but fortunately he was prepared for such opportunities, he had all sorts of paralytic and poison capture triggers on his person. All one had to do was fall right into his arms -- and one suicidal soul just did; St.Vier actually came in for a hug. Vol's heart quickened in excitement to finally capture this thing but there was also a small part of him that was sure it was beating for another reason. Ah... but Vier was being smart about this after all, this was barely even a tap on the shoulder... this slender pain in Vol's a** was smugly showing him his balls as usual. "Hmph..." Volithious couldn't help but laugh a little and lightly returned the gesture while threatening to tighten this so called hug. The scent of the man made a red glow simmer under his eye-patch as it riled up a sleeping persona but for the good of both of them, they soon parted and the scientist was his usual stoic self.
"I brought what was promised of course." True, he completed the creation St.Vier requested, but he also added a little bonus package to the deal which he hoped may take dear Vier by surprise (maybe even a chance to grab him) but that was wishful thinking. He looked over at Jean-Claude for a moment, wondering if this should be done in private but it seemed Vier didn't care. After all he did get invited here, perhaps St.Vier had plans to share this creation with the club owner? No matter.
Volithious slipped off one of his white gloves and opened his pale grey palm. Black branching lines started to form like veins building up towards the center of his palm which lit up green lights then flickered to red. He clenched his hand then opened it to reveal a pitch black orb the size of a golf ball. Playfully, without warning he threw it at St.Vier to see if the act s**t him up a little. Only then did he speak "It's all yours." Not that he was about to explain anything about how to use it or what it does exactly.
»Mood: On guard/playful. »Location: Guilty Pleasure. »Busy with: Meeting For Business. »His Property/Slaves:N/A. »OOC: //.
Ahkmet had expected his Master to reply in such a harsh tone, it was foolish on his part to speak without permission, mentally preparing himself for Vier's strike that never came as he noticed someone enter their booth, his golden hues gaze upon the male with the eye patch, he sensed an ominous aura coming from this man. Ahkmet wonder what Vier's relationship was with the strange fellow, shrugging it off he laid back down huddling close to the slave that was petting him currently being rather cautious.
Jean-Claude had intuited some manner of weakness from the way St. Vier had, briefly, discussed the man when he’d set up this meeting--but Jean-Claude hadn’t entirely believed it was possible for St. Vier to have a weakness until the other man actually showed himself.
St. Vier was a friend, but Jean-Claude wasn’t stupid enough to depend on him to be anything but dangerous at any given moment; he didn’t ever expect a sincere display of emotion.
Watching St. Vier rise from the booth, now, and oh-so-carefully mimic embracing the strange scientist, however--put Jean-Claude off guard. It wasn’t the way the other master was so careful--that was to be expected. It was, rather, the show itself. Jean-Claude had never seen St. Vier perform an action entirely for show--he might not have understood the utility at the moment, in the past, but St. Vier was a practical creature at all moments. All moments when he wasn’t impelled by whatever strange geometry drove him to aggression.
But this wasn’t that. And so--’that depends on the acquaintance.’
Absolutely.
He’d allowed this business deal to take place under his roof for a reason.
At least, to be kept aware of what St. Vier was planning.
It was also the case that St. Vier had promised him some measure of success, specificallly of some particular interest in the ensuing profit that would generate from whatever St. Vier planned. He watched the strange scientist toss St. Vier something, and he just saw profit.
Kind as he was to individual slaves, individual patrons, profit was still what drove him.
Mood: cautious With: St. Vier, his slave Linneus, a slave-dog,Volithious Du'Mon Teufel
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 1:59 pm
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Cut you open and make you sick Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did ≠
It had been a hot minute since the wolf demon had taken a swift and unwise escape to dreamland. He hadn't expected his body to so easily give out, or for whatever form that was to take so much out of him even with the adrenaline rush that pulsed through his body in those last moment. It was his final hope when his eyes forced themselves shut and his mind went blank that his partner in this mess might have been able to put up some sort of guard, but it seemed both of them were far more burnt out than expected.
Aidyn wasn't to the point of consciousness when the end of a boot dug into side, but his body stirred in reaction. He was too weak in both mind and body in that moment to comprehend what was happening, at least until he was inevitably picked up/dragged by the larger male.
Red eyes fluttered for a moment, taking in the dim lights that felt unusually bright, before they grew wide at the familiar structure of the bodyguard that he and his companion had run into moments before. A weak panic overtook Aidyn and he began to shift in whatever hold he was currently in.
"LET ME GO YOU ********' b*****d." He growled and flailed with claws barred. His voice was filled with equal measures of panic and frustration over the situation he'd placed himself in. There was little thought as to the red haired boy that accompanied them right now. He was a self centered demon after all.
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
The unconscious red head groaned slightly as he felt himself being moved. He offered no resistance, his body too weak to be able to move. His mind swam with dizziness, the effects of exhaustion and starvation still lingering heavily on him. Still halfway between consciousness and passing out again, Nero took a small moment to look around himself. He immediately closed his eyes again as his vision was met with bright light, giving the weakened male a headache.
His mind still didn't register the situation he was currently in, hanging limply in the bouncer's grip. However, the sound of someone yelling caused the scavenger's brain to kick in enough to force him to assess the situation. The first thing he noticed was the bouncer that had stopped them at the door, the second thing being that said male was holding both him and the wolf demon, carrying them somewhere.
Aidyn had already began to struggle against the male's grip, the red head following suit. Unfortunately though, Nero could not fight for long. He could feel his muscles giving out and refuse to respond to his demands. "Damn it," the red head thought. "I have to get away, I can't get stuck here." Why did he allow the demon to lead him here? He should've walked away the first chance he got, this is what he gets for trusting someone he barely knew.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 4:33 pm
••• St. × Vier
For the barest moment, when Volithius’s arms tightened around him, he thought he might have miscalculated. A spike of adrenaline went through him, not quite fear, to be laughed off, but also to sharpen his interest even as he reflexively caught whatever the scientist had thrown at him. A spasm went through him as he realized what he’d done without thinking, an audible hiss of breath.
He considered dropping it, and indeed thrust his hand further away from him, waiting for--
Nothing, it seemed. No horrible limbs pulled themselves from the ball to slice at his fingers; nothing corrosive began to eat its way into his flesh. It was, it seemed--yes, what he’d asked for.
Heart racing, he smoothed careful fingers over the orb, lost momentarily in admiration and curiosity. It was a clever thing, one that he’d have to go over more carefully when he was alone. His mind turned back to Haven, to his newest acquisitions, to one face in particular--he’d have to see what it was capable of. Perhaps…
But that was for later.
It was a bad idea to be distracted from Volithius for even a second in the scientist’s presence. He dared at all only because of the location he’d chosen for this meeting. Guilty Pleasures was a--safe place, for one. Haven would have been his first choice, but he was reasonably sure Volithius would never have gone there. And, while technically neutral, Jean-Claude was a friend of his, and so the territory was, to whatever extent Jean-Claude was willing to stick his neck out for him, more beneficial to St. Vier. Surely their friendship at least was worth that much.
”Here.” St. Vier dropped down beside Ahkmet, batting Linneus away (though more gently than he would have in many other situations, more of a ‘shoo’ than anything else. Remembering to be pleased he was here in Jean-Claude’s home rather than anywhere else had reminded him that Linneus was the vampire’s possession, now, and he felt more kindly disposed toward it).
He took the dog-shaped slave by the chin, tilting the head up for Volithius’s inspection.
He was proud of Ahkmet; or, reasonably so. His preoccupation with divinity wouldn’t generally have led him to give the creature away.
”Its given name is Ahkmet. Hardy; several forms; of divine origin.” He rattled off what he saw as Ahkmet’s chief selling points.
”Obedient--I trained it personally.” As opposed to Honey, and not a recent acquisition mostly left unbroken.
Letting go of the chin, he traced a finger down to the collar, the ‘limiter’ that contained much of Ahkmet’s power. For another buyer, he would have warned against removing it. But he kept silent about it now.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2018 6:17 am
xxxxX Bouncer Len x
Len let the two intruders have the expected reaction to waking up in a strange place with someone of his size carrying them. That was, he let them freak out, even react aggressively toward him. He wasn’t going to take it personally, just like he didn’t take it personally the dozens of times a night would-be patrons tried to patronize their way past him, or the too many times drunk or lustlorn patrons turned on him when he came to bounce them from GP.
He was only sorry they hadn’t waited the requisite twenty or so more seconds it would have taken for him to get them successfully into Jean-Claude’s quarters. Now they were still on the floor, and so still capable of making an uncomfortable scene.
”HEY” he boomed, low voice pitched loud, in a way intended to shock them out of whatever self-serving story or thought process either of them had been about to throw at him.
The naked one bared some sharp-looking claws, and he made the quick decision to save himself some pain. Since the red-head hadn’t offered any resistance, he tucked that one more firmly under his arm, giving him more room to drop the naked one into something more like a drag. Those claws could still hit his legs, of course, but there weren’t as many important veins and organs down there, and he did have his boots to protect him. He kept moving them as quickly as possible toward Jean-Claude’s corners, reaching the door between floors.
The security posted there (a blue-skinned man with a shock of white hair) blinked at him, but hurried to open the door.
Len tossed the more dangerous of them through, following himself with the red-head, putting himself against the door in a self-protective pose. He hoped being in an obviously non-aggressive stance himself might say something.
”It’s time for you to explain yourselves.” He was actually a little worried about the one under his arm. He couldn’t have anyone dying in here either.
Mood: unamused With: two problems
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2018 1:14 pm
A small satisfied smirk perked on Vol's lips at St.Vier's reaction. He knew him well enough now to know that look on his face, he could read even the most minor of actions from this man. But what made him really smile was that little hiss and obvious rise in heart rate. Oh it always felt so very good to make this creature falter, such small victories kept the scientist on his throne of control.
He watched St.Vier move to settle back down and direct his attention down at a curious creature. The moment the mutt's head was forced to look up, Volithious closed the distance and got a closer look. He listened to the creature speak and up sell the slave- but Volithious was already content with it. In fact he had barely blinked his eye as he looked down at it with countless experiments and needs lining up in his mind. His face was stern and in hard thought but a rare smile slowly grew.
"Fascinating" rolled off his tongue like a child with a new toy.
For Volitious to be lured into happiness was quite rare, there was not much he didn't know with so very few existences that still teased him with their secrets- ah but not today, right now he was being given one of these gifts to explore thoroughly. ...he couldn't wait.
His smile inevitably died and he returned to his stern expression to look over at St.Vier. "I shall bare witness to the fruits of your training with this creature." he looked down at the dog again and pinned his eye on the collar. He wondered what St.Vier would look like with one, it would suit him no doubt. He fancied a thought with St.Vier stripped on all fours with that collar on and eyes filled with obedience. ....now wouldn't that be a treat? A small chuckle pressed against Vol's throat as he slowly slide his gaze back on the cautious Vier.
Vol put his glove back on his hand before stretching it out to wait for the devious p***k to finally pass the chain and give him his new property. "Now, I assume our business is complete? I must take my leave." and dive into this new specimen. As much as he still wanted to grab St.Vier here and now, he wasn't about to waste time when he had much to learn about an ancient beast in the palm of his hands. He raised a brow expecting Vier to have something to say about him leaving since he just got here.
Ahkmet kept perfectly still as Vier lifted his chin, the jackal God looked ever proud while laying in his current spot. Ahkmet did wonder what the strange man had in store for him, but for now he would feign ignorance and listen to his Master sound off his selling points to the male with the eye patch. He kept perfectly calm throughout the act as he waited for what was to come. As a good show of faith he would lightly wag his tail from time to time, he was a dog after all, may as well play the part for the time being until he was told to show other forms.
Where: Guilty Pleasures With: Vier, a fellow slave, and a strange male. Form: The Elegant Dog Song:
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2018 6:26 am
xxxx Jean-Claudex
St. Vier had called in a specific favor to set this meeting up. He’d come out of the woodwork after nearly a year of minimal contact, had made it clear he’d be in Jean-Claude’s debt if the vampire master would be accomadating, and had specifically requested that he be personally present at the meeting itself.
Jean-Claude had been prepared to settle into something like a long negotation; he had been prepared, even, for some sort of minor physical alteration. He had chosen one of the cramped private rooms rather than his own quarters (where his personal property and slaves were) for much this reason.
And so he let out a snort of laughter at what was, apparently, the rather abrupt end to things, not even three minutes after the scientist’s arrival.
Of course, he wasn’t going to hold things up. If their business was concluded, so much the better. There were intruders to deal with, somewhere still in Guilty Pleasures, and he could consider this easy meeting well worth the pretty much blanket favor St. Vier owed him now for doing little more than say hello and open his doors.
He was somewhat interested in the scientist, and might have welcomed a chance to suss out whether there was anything in particular he might have wanted from the other man, but then, if it were important enough he could seek the other out on his own. With his connections, and of course his own connection particularly to St. Vier, it should be simple enough.
He sent Linneus away with a brief instruction to bring him a pad of paper. He’d get St. Vier to put down, in writing and blood, that Jean-Claude had fulfilled his end of this little deal, and be pleased with himself.
The slave returned with the items almost immediately (most of the wait staff carried something of the kind), and he accepted both still laughing lightly to himself.
”An excellent use of your favor, my friend” he murmured, shifting so that he wouldn’t be blocking the doorway for Volithius to exit.
Mood: amused With: St. Vier, his slave Linneus, a slave-dog,Volithious Du'Mon Teufel
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••• St. × Vier
From his momentary close proximity, St. Vier watched Volithius take Ahkmet in, the relative safety the scientist’s other-directed attention brought him giving him room to look the man over. He’d found the other man generally looked--the same, no matter how much time had passed. The stern turn of his mouth was familiar enough that he was visibly surprised by the other man’s smile.
He fought against the part of him that wanted to be pleased that he’d been able to induce the positive response, that might have offered a startled smile in return. Part of him wanted to strike Volithius just for that; for managing to effect him at all. He shifted irritably, and if he hadn’t been quite as excited in the symposium he was hoping to set up at Haven, if Volithius’s little offering hadn’t been quite as foundational to setting it up the way he wanted, he might have acted on that urge--punish the familiarity (no matter that it was St. Vier himself who was having the reaction, not Volithius) and explode the whole thing. But.
But. It was, and he was, and so the irritated shifting was all he did. He willingly transferred Ahkmet’s leash (unnecessary, Ahkmet would go wherever St. Vier told him, but tradition was tradition).
Until the scientist’s follow-up: that he intended to leave immediately. Now, in fact.
He hadn’t expected a lengthy catching up over drinks, much as Guilty Pleasures was equipped for it. Still, he found he was insulted by the lack of tact, a feeling that increased exponentially at Jean-Claude’s barely stifled laugh (at his expense? Perhaps not, but the way his mood was tending he couldn’t but read it that way).
Some movement in the background of his attention, and before he knew it Jean-Claude was scribbling on a piece of paper and revealing the effort St. Vier had gone to to set this meeting up correctly. Altogether, it built into something that felt suspiciously like humiliation.
St. Vier had already had more p***k at his sense of self with Lokeah to easily handle more, and he responded now with this playing in the back of his mind, still remarkably temperate considering:
”You’re not willing to demonstrate your product? But how would I find you if it was faulty?” It was a kind of insult, to even imply it might be, and he followed up by adding simply, ”I’d be happy to demonstrate mine.” Yes; in all, he should be praised for his ability to be mild.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2018 12:10 pm
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Cut you open and make you sick Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did ≠
“Ack!!” Aidyn groaned as his back smacked against the surface of the floor. Perhaps he should have expected that sort of reaction, but even if he did his strength hadn’t returned to the point of being able to catch himself. IT lulled the wolf demon into a state that would somewhat resemble defeat at least until the point when he was released in the room above.
Another angry grunt left the demons lips when he was tossed and a glare directed itself to the larger male.
Aidyn’s immediate reaction was to take a defensive action and prepare himself for a potential fight. He shift into a crouched position with his claws out in before him. The fact that he was unexpectedly nude in this situation didn’t faze him. He had no sense of embarrassment in such things or the mindset that would find it to be amusing or inappropriate.
What he could gather now that the situation had settled, was that this man currently didn’t hold any ill intentions for them. His stance signaled that he had no intention of attack but perhaps anticipated him to do so instead. It was a wise move towards that aggressive creature that had come to this place with only intentions of hiding.
A deep sigh left Aidyn’s lips and his own tension relaxed a little, hands falling lazily so that his fingertips grazed the ground. He knew there was little chance he could wiggle his way out by claiming to be a patron. The little facts just added up incorrectly at this point.
“I’m surprised you don’t remember me dimwit. I come here with Kiba enough.” He said with a snarky attitude. He used the alias that Dante always used in places like this. “We were attacked by some persistent a** fire demon and needed a familiar place to lay low. Preferably some place with food for the pipsqueak. I owe him that much.” He said, purposely leaving out details he need unimportant for the time being.
It was questionable if that would be considered a reasonable answer and he wasn’t entirely sure what the outcomes could be to any answer… so he quieted himself. Red eyes locked on the man blocking the way out, watching for any potential sudden movements.
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
The red head continued to try and struggle against the one holding him, although it was entirely ineffective. His muscles had quit responding to his demands long ago, leaving him to hang limply in the bouncer's grasp. All of his strength was gone, there was no way he could fight back now. The scavenger winced at the booming voice the bouncer used, grabbing his head a little. This was not the way Nero had expected things to go, but then again, he should've known better than to follow someone he barely knew to a place he had no knowledge of.
Letting out a weak sigh, the male dropped his hands and just hung where he was in the taller male's grip. He stared absently at the floor below him, his brain unable to completely focus on what was happening around him. He could make out some talking and the movements the bouncer made. From what the red head could see, the male holding him had taken a defensive stance. Not that Aidyn and him were that much of a threat at this point. As he continued to space out, the red head could feel his consciousness slipping again. He didn't fight it, didn't even bother. If he passed out again now, who knew what would happen to him? Not like the starving male could do much to stop it anyway.
