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 Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 1:02 pm
"Eredas. James Eredas" came the answer.
He got up, and walked over to the devil girl, slightly hunched, head cocked. It gave him a carefully engimatic manner. It was attractive in the way he never took his eyes off the girl, devouring her with his sight. It was attractive in the way his demeanor held that spark of danger that all women enjoyed in a man. And, well, James was just a handsome man, period.
"And so the question remains... what would a pretty little devil be doing in a den full of wolves...? Can you answer that Miss...?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 1:14 pm
Catlyn's body settled to the floor. A scarred ring seemingly burned into her neck. It would likely remain there for many years to come, to serve as a reminder to her. And eventually, she would see it as a painful memory of denial. She had been so close to such power, and then had it swept from her grasp. Why had the creature of darkness let her go? Because she was a good person, he had said.
As she lay on the floor, her fingers would brush against the handle of her hammer. And though unconscious, there would be witnessed one last spark of her inner strength and never-give-up personality as her fingers curled into a loose fist around the wooden handle before one of the hired paramedics took it in his hands. The other nameless personnel lifted and carried her to the make-shift infirmary.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 1:33 pm
As the bard returned to the ball he took one last look at the empty street. The smell of burnt rubber being the only evidence that anything had taken place at all.
Upon entering the room once more he had discovered exactly why his exit strategy had worked so well. The entire room was in total and complete chaos (from a social stand point anyways.)
The [Artist] and Deitric were about to face off, the vampire had been hit in the head, someone had let an under aged paladin sit at the bar, the thief was smelling blood , the angry musician was still angry, Sonners was making fun of him for looking like vega!!!!
"Vega!!!!"
the bard shouted at the door as a few onlookers stared at him...quite confused to be exact. After a few moments of awkward staring the bard composed himself, brushing his hood gently with his gloved hand before walking through the crowd.
It wouldn't be obvious to most but the bard was a bit unhappy with the sudden events that had occurred tonight. His eyes narrowing on the bar as he turned towards walk to the bartender.
God help this bartender if his name is Ken...
Thought the musician...not even he was sure why though.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 1:33 pm
(( Quick post before leaving for a movie. )) Summerfae "So, a Paladin from the church, huh?" Stella asked as Anson would be wrapping her arms. "Don't most of the faith usually preach against violence? What on Gaia are you doing all the way out here?"
"Faith can teach us many important lessons, Mi- ...Stella," replied the boy as he worked; taking a strip of napkin that he was holding in his mouth and beginning to tie it just above her elbow on one of the cuts. "Forgiveness, charity, compassion... but nowhere are we told to not lift a finger in self defense." He smiled and laughed a little before continuing, "Naturally since we should treat others as we would treat ourselves, I would never stand by and allow someone innocent to be hurt."
Innocent... the word was stressed perhaps a little more than it should have been, considering the present company and the entrants of this tournament. There were a good many fights breaking out in the room in various places but even a pious man could not be expected to save everyone from everything - those that put themselves into danger willingly were not who Anson felt a need to defend.
Another strip was tied and the young Paladin continued, "There are many people who think nothing of hurting others, and many others out there who feed off of the good people of this world like parasites." A momentary glance was cast in the direction of the vampire KB. "They fight among themselves because no one is willing to stand up to them, and people without power are afraid of what is hiding in the shadows."
"I'm here to remind them of why they were hiding in the first place."
And at that he pulled tight the last knot.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 2:01 pm
It seemed there would be no end to the interruptions of the evening, and Rylen was set to give up on trying to have any sort of a conversation with Robyn with the constant cacophony in the air. He caught the scent of fresh blood, but he had barely paid it any mind at an event like this with all the fights breaking out--par for the course, and all. Still, Robyn had a point. There was something... sinister about it. The whole evening in general had taken one twisted turn after another.
A part of Rylen wondered just what the hell he had signed up for, while another part felt nothing but prickly, primal excitement at the frenzy. His blood stirred as he clenched his fists, careful not to dig his own hardened nails into the palms of his hands. His ears became erect and his tail curled up behind him rigidly. His crimson eyes had a distant gaze, while everything about his posture suggested he was nothing if not alert. He looked like a wolf that had finally caught sight of its prey, ready to lunge into action at the first sign of weakness. No, more than that, he looked like one predator set to enforce his dominance on another predator that dared to wander into his territory.
Tomorrow definitely could not come soon enough.
Her words and her worry seemed wasted on him for a moment until he finally turned his head very slowly to her, his eyes lingering on something off in the distance until the very last second when they flashed to her intensely.
"Nothing but blood," He answered rather cryptically, most likely leaving her to wonder if he had omitted another half to his sentence. If she wanted to ask him to clarify what he meant, she would have to wait. Rolling his head back in the direction of that ominous scent, Rylen started to walk off towards it with his hands at his sides, his fingers arched tensely in a clawing pattern.
He was not exactly charging headlong into a random fight, because he knew better than to get in the middle of something without all the details. But he was tired of simply sitting on the sidelines, especially if it meant letting the vile and the wicked freely having their way. He merely mumbled a brusque explanation back to her before he departed, leaving an invitation open for her to follow if she wished.
"Gonna take a closer look."
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 2:12 pm
Predator.
She could feel it all over, holding her frozen in his gaze. The anxiety this James Eredas had summoned at the mention of her upbringing swelled at the intensity of his stalking approach. Her body grew tense, and her breath held still, a wary taint enveloping her eyes as she cautiously kept them trained on his stride. Her instinct screamed for her to retreat, but she knew that doing so would only cause further suspicion. And besides, in this dress? She would hardly stand a chance.
And so she saw no choice but to stand her ground, to stare this wolf defiantely in the eye, and to reply with all the determined pride she could muster, "Faustina." She wouldn't relay her surname--with so powerful a stare, she had a sneaking suspicion he already knew, and if he didn't...she wouldn't do him the courtesy of confirming the spreading rumors.
"I'm here with my--" (maid? bodyguard? personal nutjob?) "--servant. She'd arranged for me to attend this ball with one of it's combatants." Spoken with all the dignity of a true aristocrat. A pause, and then, "And yourself, Mr. Eredas?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 3:54 pm
At this point, Omi had every intention of ignoring the droning voice of Midus less he lose his cool and initiate his plans prematurely. Already, the damage was dealt, there was little Sonners could do to reverse that. And there was little Midus could do himself unless the [artist] acknowledged it, such trite!
"Omi Barsait...since you are so eager to hit someone, I am going to initiate a short fight for you. However, this fight will be mandatory, in your case. You will not be able to use any of your supernatural powers, however."
"What..?" Damn that Sonners, always a thorn in his side eternal. When the day came Barsait rid himself of this nuisance, was one that could not come too soon. Still, a mandatory battle was no problem, the enthused snake concluded. Those resonating fists needed to meet resistance anyway, and though it was unfortunate his [Art] could not come to the foreground, this was still a wondrous occasion.
"Deitric Jocasta."
"Hm?"
Already, the situation began to seem bizarre. Jocasta was a name Omi became quite familiar with. A man both his elder and his larger, the two never saw the supernatural in one-another but rather met fists on multiple occasions. Yes, this IV Year "vet" wasn't so naive as to deny that both occasions, he had been bested by Deitric. However, their clashes became monetary fodder for the crowds who enjoyed the tenacity of their showings.
Still, spotting Jocasta across the ring, the fury demonstrated earlier was drowned 'til Omi almost seemed a different man.
[CRUNCH]
Bending over backwards quite literally, he did the same forwards, stressing his fine clothing though Barsait didn't have a care in him. Unlike his opponent, the [serpent] loved a good stretch before initiating combat. Entirely possible was that his protruding shoulder-blades would hurt too much if he didn't as well, but all the same, our nimble strategist started walking towards the raised platform without a care.
"I have no interest in battling Sonners at this time. His ruin is already foretold. However." A voice so rich flooded from those lips, though both of those amber eyes were like hot steel as they bore into the opposition true. "I have no problem with a gentleman's match. I, Omi Barsait, accept the conditions, and will be Deitric Jocasta's opponent. May we initiate a good show."
A 50' diameter ring void of people, a fine stage for combat. At his respective edge, the crowd's words about the excitement in the air would boil into gasps.
"HAH!!"
Both of his knees bent, then sprung up as Barsait leaped like an animal onto the wooden dance platform just past the edge, dress shoes being forced down hard to avoid slipping. Then upright the fighter's body straightened, shoulders squared and hands held at his side. Combat would not begin until both fighters were in the ring, per the usual.
Then, both of those arms rose an inch from Omi's face, spread apart a bit with the right taking priority (in front of his right eye) whilst the rotated his elbow clockwise an inch. Both hands were knuckle-forward, firm fists with a shoulder-width leg spreading as his feet grounded themselves for balance. Already, his waist was buckling forward then backward little by little, keeping his body fluid.
"I wanna see something. Perfect timing, Jocasta."
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 4:05 pm
His lips curled up in amusement.
"Please, call me James. And as for myself? I am a combatant."
It was an obvious, and thinly veiled threat. Only a trained warrior could exert this... force of presence without so much a gesture or violent act, using nothing but his eyes and body language alone. Faustina was already beginning to crack. She just didn't know it.
After all, she so boldly proclaimed that not only was she here with another combatant, but she had a servant here too as well. Any advantage she might've had in an extra body on her side was negated when she informed the daemon-slayer so, making him aware of somebody else out there that could attempt to ambush him if he tried anything.
Amateur devil, he thought. Her youth and inexperience was a weakness. Pity she would never likely reach the age of wisdom.
"I'm going to assume that your date wasn't pleasing if you're trying to leave this early. How about you let me buy you a drink instead?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 4:22 pm
Giving his bloodied handkerchief a brief inspection, the vampire shrugged and folded it. The thing would be deposited in a pocket out of sight beneath one of the layers of his clothing. Then his attention turned back to the ballroom at large, gaze shifting from the bar to the dance floor.
There, a man. Omi Barsait. He was an opponent that interested the vampire.
Watching from afar, KB lost interest in the people immediately around him. Normally he would be dismayed by the inaction of various White Mages, Paladins, and Slayers. Instead, he was more or less glad they were keeping their beliefs to themselves. Now he would have the chance to learn a thing or two about how to bring Omi to his knees.
He smiled.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 5:02 pm
Ebris would find Joseph enjoying another swig of his drink, while fiddling with the pill bottle he had brought.
“I’m glad to see your being reasonable, means a lot considering yah attempted to kill me in Frostchild with Dzan! Yah know I fought Dzan before coming here and if I can survive him and his Ax, than I can easily keep you in line!”
The bottle of vodka was about half way empty now, and Joseph was really getting to cocky for his own good.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 5:35 pm
Lord Erichthonius
"Perhaps my hideous figure is what keeps you from looking. Hm.."
"No, not all, " she said, her red eyes scanning his tux, "It's just embarrassing for me. People have different views for what is appropriate in certain settings. And, I happen to be modest. Maybe you sensed that when you singled me out."
She looked down at her reflection in the soda.
"I associate naked with being vulnerable mostly, and disgraced, and of course shameful. To me, it's something you want to avoid being at all costs. Not to mention I'd never pull a stunt like that, people dislike streakers because they sense they want attention at any cost."
She laughed a bit and looked towards him.
"You look good in tux by the way," she said, smiling.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 6:04 pm
A sleek, black limousine, virtually identical to every other vehicle idling outside the hotel that evening, slid up the grand entrance designated for ball attendees. Colossally late these passengers were, but judging by the satisfied grin on the face of the auburn-haired man that stepped first from the car's interior, he didn't mind. Something had gone terribly right for him this night.
The Cajun, normally travelworn and ragged in appearance, cleaned up awfully well. His rugged face looked, for once, clean shaven and he'd switched his threadbare wayfaring clothes for a clean-cut, tailored tuxedo with long coattails, a champagne vest that played off the flecks of gold in his cool, blue eyes, and a classic black euro tie.
Like many others, Jace had opted to leave his weaponry behind, but hell if he was going anywhere unprepared for an attack. A migraine attack, that is. Sure enough, tucked neatly inside his inner jacket pocket rested a slim pill-bottle, stuffed with cotton to avoid any unseemly 'rattling'. Running a hand through his slightly shaggy hair, the Cajun let his eyes travel over the scene as his mouth split into an appreciative grin. He gave a low whistle of approval before turning back to the vehicle, bending slightly and offering his hand to the unseen, remaining passenger.
"Mademoiselle," he warbled, the foreign language sounding all too natural at his lips.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 6:09 pm
Midus Sonners "...Clear the dance floor."The dancers currently on the risen platform strode off the stage, leaving the fifty feet circular ring empty of people.
Not-so-subtly flashing Omi the middle finger in lieu of doing it to Midus, the fey flicked his wrist, did a few motions with it, and suddenly, with a lack of any particular SHINY to it, the positions of a decent-sized chunk of whatever carpet they had here was swapped with the general area of Rhoslyn, Iru, the band, and the floor they were dancing on was off to the side of the section.
They kept dancing through the whole thing, too.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 6:16 pm
Iru and Ross had just started to dance. There was a great deal of Iru being tossed in nearly every direction, such is swing dance, but she was having fun. The clearing of the dance floor was so disappointing. She would have gone as well, but Ross seemed determined to finish their dance. "Uhh Ross?" She began as the floor started to raise up.
Suddenly, they just sort of appeared on the ground level next to the raised arena. She stopped for just a moment in confusion before being pulled back into the dance. Iru began to laugh. "Nicely done!"
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