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 Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 6:49 pm
There had been much chaos already. Some of the attendees had already left or been forced to leave. The night was carrying on into its latest hours. In fact, the sun had already tucked itself in for the night, and the moon was rising with the stars.
The absence of the sun didn't bother Drejak in the slightest. In fact, being exposed to the moon made him feel more alive. It was a strange feeling for the anthropomorphic wolf, but even stranger was the feeling of the just-too-tight black tuxedo he'd been forced into this evening. His body was pressing outwardly against the fabric, causing the formal attire to very eccentrically accent his muscle structure. Gloves had been out of the question, as were shoes. No tailors or cobblers made such garments to fit his clawed fingers or paw-like feet. His garnet-red fur contrasted splendidly against the dark material.
His blue eyes pierced through the night as he climbed the grassy knoll, and the door of the large structure finally came into view. Folded in the chest pocket of this itchy, irritating suit was his invitation to the ball, which allowed him to bring a guest of his choosing.
He stopped about twenty yards from the door. His figure would have been concealed in the darkness had it not been for the exuberant amount of artificial lighting, and the bright, beaming moon. A heavy sigh escaped his wolfen maw, and he proceeded to close the last bit of distance before he stopped in front of the double doors.
He clasped his hands behind his back and waited patiently for the arrival of his selected guest. Knowing her, she was probably lurking in the darkness somewhere. It had been nearly two days since he'd last seen his mate, and he missed her. He hoped, however, that they could enjoy themselves this night amongst the strange individuals that populated this side of the sea.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 6:56 pm
Faustina swallowed, her wary gaze quickly flickering over James. So far, he hadn't made any obvious moves to harm her, just the way he went about his steady stalk, and the way he formed his words. Was it perhaps just her paranoia? Even if it was, it was probably for the best--after all, she had no idea of the nature of her surroundings beyond what she'd been exposed to thus far, which had been...less-than-glorifying, to say the least.
She would give his words careful thought, and at length reply with a bow of her head, "Thank you, James." Raising her gaze, a small smile curled her lips to match the sparkle of her eyes, her caution suppressed behind this mask of pleasantries.
She would neither confirm nor deny his assumptions, as such was unnecessary, and though she would turn to take the first steps toward the bar, it was but a faux and shallow image of trust--indeed, her head would remain turned just enough to keep him in her peripherals, and her awareness of the furniture and people around her would remain intact. To make such a turn of the head natural, she would follow up her words with a question. "I've yet to take refreshment from the bar. Do you know what's good?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 6:58 pm
Not wanting to make a mess of herself after the clerics had so lovingly attended to her, Seyumi Kaikou sat patiently and prettily at a table near the bar, her eyes scanning the crowd as she lazily sipped at her Arnold Palmer that a passing server had suggested her after her request for a tasty, non-alcoholic refreshment. The delicious drink was nothing but ice cubes now and she searched for a server that didn't look completely swamped, cursing her current lack of initiative as other people stole away the last five servers that had walked by her lonely table. "Sweet Light," She grumbled and reached down to grab her discarded shoes. The light, cloud-like fabric of her dress swayed around her, falling in immaculate folds to sweep the floor as the cleric wriggled her feet back into the high heeled contraptions, the light blues and whites of her ensemble brushing against her toes and reminding her of the priestesses at the Temple with every brush of the finespun silk. She took her time fitting her tiny feet into the torture devices, dreading each and every step that she'd have to take between her table and the bar.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 6:59 pm
Saphen had set his hidden gaze on the bar, intending full well to get some information from the bartender himself. These magic drink makers had, in many cities, taken the role of bards themselves. Gathering information and telling stories about the local culture as well as...well...the locals themselves.
But with every stride he felt like something was wrong, a bad omen was itching the back of his mind...mind...wait...his arm maybe?
The bard looked down...his right arm lifting slightly to give himself a better view of the problem area. It seemed a small bug had landed on his arm, hardly the man to hurt any creature he reached out with his left hand in order to lift it safely off of him.
"You look familiar my friend...a unique purple qual...." the bard's hidden eyes widened as his gently hand quickly tensed. Before he could react however it was too late, a stinging pain pierced his left index finger right before he crushed the bug in his hand.
The metallic skin of what appeared to be a wasp was hastily scrapped off his hand before he took it off completely. A small red puncture, as well as a growing bump, was evident on his finger and it was only then that he understood.
The driver hadn't looked back with out reason...and the revelation of who the driver was made the bard smile for a single and brief moment "Cecile..." he whispered right before his left hand contorted slightly...a large cracking sound occurring right before some beautiful music...
Singing to be exact...
"AAAARRRggghghahhahh!!!!"
The bard would later reflect in sadness that he was a little sharp in his scream but it was lovely all the same.
The musician fell to the floor, grabbing a table as he plummeted to the ground. The bard would have apologized to the young lady sitting at this table if not for the immense pain causing him to scream and twist on the ground as the poison began to move up his arm. His left wrist was now broken in several places...an unfortunate event indeed...
The table flipping on it's side added a lovely percussion to his song however...so it wasn't all bad.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:06 pm
Mistakes, mistakes. Jimbos dun made 'em. For one, talkin'. Talkin' took time. Talkin' took time you really didn't have on your hands, what, when a 6'6", 315lbs bounty hunter was lumbering right at you, lookin' keen on simply trampling you. Minomusho
“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 eas-”Which pretty much dun happened. Because Joseph was too busy yabbin' smack, fiddling with his Prozac and chugging some silly-a** vodka, he would find himself getting introduced to Ebris' armored sternum and promptly knocked to the floor. That generally happens when a larger, more powerful force meets a smaller, meeker force that not only had nothin' to brace against, but didn't have a good pair of drinkin' legs. So, as the sumbitch was likely knocked to the ground, he'd have the pleasant experience of having those 315+ (remember, kids - armor and gear) pounds of bounty hunting human stomp all over him. At least he didn't have rathin' cleats. Sadly, the fun was gonna stop there, because Lassie was being a grodpacked b***h about Timmy being down a well. The Last Pedigree As soon as he was in range, providing Ebris hadnt got that creepy feeling up his spine and turned around, Iopurl struck out the base of his palm to strike Ebris directly in the back of his head, just above where his neck ended. There was a nice little groove Iopurl intended to find home in. And hit it would. WHUD
"HNNGH!" Ebris, for all his size and strength and pure, awful meanness, was still a human. Getting hit in the back of the head was never a good thing. Though, there were some mitigating circumstances. For one, a palm strike spreads the rathin' force of the blow out - generally not a good idea for something like a rabbit punch. That, and it'd be hard to hit a target quickly walking away at full force, not when ya were trying to play some sorta furry super agent and be stealthy. Regardless, the blow still packed a helluva whallop and caused the massive human to stumble foward - hard. Hard being noted because he was still likely walkin' over that other Jimbo, which meant he'd be getting some inadvertent stomps to the upper torso and all if he was still under Ebris. Grunting heavily, the scum caught himself after three steps forward, blinking a few spots out from his vision. That rathin' hurt! Instead of hearing a loud string of space swearing, a rough and deep noise crackled up from the old man's lungs as he straightened himself fully. He rolled his head around by the joint, filling the air with disgustingly-loud snaps, and then turned around, still giving that throaty chuckle. "Heh heh. That was dun rathin' dirty, Bingo! Didn't know ya grodbags had it in ya," He growled, some disturbing amount of anticipation in his gravelly voice. Ignoring the other Jimbo now, Ebris began thudding forward again, even quicker now. That glint was still in his eyes, catching in some odd light - however, it held something far more dangerous in them now. His massive paws flexed open and closed, ready to throttle the rathin' existence outta anything they wrapped themselves around. "C'mere an' let Uncle Ebris show ya how it's rathin' done." 0/14 Days Ruined
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:13 pm
"Enough," the Devil would say mournfully, raising his hand off the hilt of the World Splitter and silencing whatever it was Vivillian was saying. In lieu of Ever's request and the limousine driver's obliging ease of the breaks, Roen would look towards his date and regard the look painted across her handsome face. Tinted with revulsion and undisguised contempt for the company in her presence, the Devil still found her comely, and conveyed to her the regret he had for what was and what could and should have been of both their evening and relationship.
Nay, he felt no anger, and only wished to put an end to the suffering he felt so keenly through empathy. Rising up from his seat and to the exit of the limo, Roen would open the door and climb out of the vehicle and gesture for Ever to to very much the same, his hand going to hers out of gentlemanly instinct to help guide her out of the vehicle. Revolted or not, he'd take her hand regardless, and hold it still even as she stepped out of the idling limo. Looking into her earthen eyes with his own sanguine colors, the Darkened Devil would cup Ever's hand in both of his and lift her dainty digits up to his lips, kissing them fondly before guiding her to the sidewalk.
Once reaching the side walk, Roen would slip back into the street with Ever's hand still in tow and reach into the vest of his Armani Suit, pulling out a tanned leather pouch that jingled suggestively. Taking his former date's hand and placing the pouch with her palm, Roen would close the sailors fingers around it and once again kiss her hand before releasing it altogether. "This concludes our relationship," the Devil would say in earnest though stricken with the gravest of sorrows, "I wish it were otherwise." Then, not one for long good-byes, Roen would flash a forced rougeish smile in Ever's direction despite the tears that gathered at the edges of his eyes. "Farewell, Ever Linde."
And just like that, the Devil turned his back on the human; but she would not be the last thing he would turn his back on this evening. Peeking through the opened door of his limo, the Devil would frown at Vivillian if she were still about. "No, I'm not a man, dark servant," he'd begin pointedly, turning his head slightly to make sure Ever got the point and walked away. He'd given her enough gold to pay his way from the Black Sand Island and Durem a dozen times over, surely there was enough currency to hail herself a taxi. "But I think I would like to live like one again. Maybe die like one, if I'm lucky. Consider this the conclusion of our relationship, Vivillian. Tell Hades he'll have no soul from me but my own."
Leaning away and shutting the door of his limo, the Devil would walk towards the driver's seat and talk to his bought and paid for driver. "You take the nice woman in the back wherever she likes; but don't be alarmed if she just vanishes. The Daemon Weapon in the back seat must not be touched by any but my daughter. Take it to the DeSeer's Broken Halo and inform the Matriarch that the Margrave requests his weapon to be his daughter's responsibility until if and when he returns. Understood? Excellent. I shall walk from here."
Rapping the the hood of the limo twice in dismissal, the Darkened Devil would slip his hands into the pockets of his well-pressed slacks and slip into the crowd, mingling and soon becoming just another handsome face. He'd certainly miss the glamor of tournaments, the lemon pie, and the screaming fans; but he had a feeling he was going to miss the experience of sailing the ocean with a certain mariner more. Oh, and volatile gypsies, too.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:14 pm
Saphen "AAAARRRggghghahhahh!!!!"
Rising sharply from her bent position after closing the clasp on her shoe at a man's scream, Sey banged her shoulder on the flipping table and winced, scrambling to her feet as she held her tender bare shoulder in her right hand. "Sir, what's wrong?" The healer said as she moved to kneel by the masked man's side, her chime like voice high with alarm. Whisking her skirts up with her free hand and cursing softly as she let go of her stinging shoulder, Sey began sorting through the situation, noting the way the agonized man had fallen. "If you need my assistance, I'm a healer. A White Mage of Falis." She tried to keep her voice level and calm, forcing the sharp note of alarm to an even coo of reassurance, her hands reaching out to try and grasp the shoulder of the arm he was favoring.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:22 pm
Finally the sun had set so the moon, in all her splendor, could rise. Shadow's bright amber eyes gazed up at the moon as her vision soaked in the stars, clearing her mind for a moment. The black panther anthromorph stopped in her tracks as she became lost momentarily.
Movement and noise pulled her out of her thoughts as she realized she had stopped walking. She was close to where her mate told her to be. Anxiety and excitement crept up her spine as she knew they would soon reunite. Since the day they met they had not spent a day apart. Now nearly two days have gone by so they could shop for this ball separately.
A quiet, yet not angry, growl escaped her, Was this dress really necessary? Shadow looked down at herself, shaking her head. Not wearing her armor felt awkward, but wearing something so fancy on top of that was even more so.
Shadow began walking again, feeling the soft fabric of her ocean-blue dress caress her legs with each step. The straps were thin, almost unnoticeable at first, but they thickened as they moved down her chest to cover her ample breasts, the fabric creating a large 'V' between her breasts where the point finally met at the top of her abdomen. The back of the dress draped low to form a 'U', with the lowest point showing off the small of her back. The dress was rather form-fitting around her firm abdomen and her hips but flowed more from her thighs, down as there were two long splits on each side of the dress that reached up from her ankles to about mid-thigh. No shoes adorned her paws though. Shadow shivered as the wind blew gently. She felt so exposed. Hopefully her mate would be pleased though.
Finally the structure was visible from where she was walking, slightly off of the path. So many new scents filled her nose but she was on a mission to locate one. Grinning widely as she finally located it, Shadow moved into what little shadow there was left and made her way toward her mate who, conveniently, was looking the other way.
Another small grin as she quickly and silently stepped up behind him, purring "Find what you're looking for, Warrior?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:22 pm
Joseph coughed up a bit of blood and struggled to stand.
“You ******** ruined my mood Ebris! You broke my ******** bottle of vodka.”
Joseph painfully popped one of the pills from his bottle. Anyone close enough would notice a large G on the label.
Roaring in pain and anger his transformation to Gojira form began. Hands became claws, skin became jet black scales, Eyes became pupil-less white orbs, and jagged maple leaf spines jutting out along his back. It was if Gojira himself had taken over Joseph, and his aim was to ******** Ebris up.
Crackling energy sprouted along his dorsal spines as the rapid charging “Atomic Blast” gathered energy before being released, not only at Ebris, but the Lycanthrope that wanted to get involved.
“BACK THE ******** OFF b***h, EBRIS FALLS BY MY HANDS!”
[Gojira Form 1/8 ]
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:25 pm
Sey "If you need my assistance, I'm a healer. A White Mage of Falis."
The tone...the rhythm....the feminine qualities....every voice was unique and this one was no different.
The bard chuckled softly...a mixed sound of pain and laughter escaping his now gritting teeth as he spoke.
"Sey...always a pleasure to see you again. How silly...I have seem to have forgotten my face today. Hardly in form from our last conversation during the hoh I am afraid." His left arm contorted again, twisting a bit more which caused him to gasp in pain. Allowing the woman to pull him where ever she needed him to be he did his bet to keep friendly conversation going.
"Oh I am fine really...just a simple bug bite...how have yo..." but his wit was short lived as his left elbow twisted a bit more, cracking as his arm looked more and more like a crank for an old car.
Another splendid scream shot forth as his head twisted slightly, resting on her shoulder out of sheer reaction.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:31 pm
"I make it a way of life to take a third option when given two choices."
Rhoslyn giggled devilishly, and as the song wound down to its end, he stepped forward, pulled her close, and gave her a big, passionate kiss. After all, everyone else was either chatting among themselves, watching whatever it was that was going to occur on stage, or, in the case of Ebris, ******** up as many people as possible to make his way into the tournament.
The song ended, so did the kiss.
"Now... are there any crab meat left?"
Yes, are, not is. He was hungry, after all, and not just for her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:39 pm
How many minutes had it been now? Five? Seven? Ten? Drejak's usually flawless since of time-tracking had been thrown askew by all of the clamor from within the structure. The beats of the music, the voices, the sounds of fighting, all of which rang in his canine ears clear as day even through the building's walls. There were hundreds upon hundreds of extra scents, too. All of which he was unfamiliar with.
In short, this ball would be a nightmarish violation of his and his mate's animalistic senses. He knew that, and he knew that she knew it, but she had accepted his request for her to accompany him. He hoped they wouldn't regret it.
His head had turned towards the door as he was picking up the sounds of commotion, when suddenly an all too familiar voice sent the chill of excitement rushing up his spine.
"Find what you're looking for, Warrior?"
With an involuntary yip, he spun rapidly on the balls of his feet,a and in an instant was face-to-face with his mate. His ears stood at attention atop his head, and his eyes nearly matched the color of her... dress... as he took in the sight of his life-partner.
Those amber eyes held his gaze for a moment, but as his head tilted downward and he allowed his gaze to travel her sleek, black-furred form, the details and design of her attire painted a most exquisite picture onto his memory. Never before had he seen her dressed so finely. In fact, he had never seen her wear anything other than her armor, or nothing at all. His eyes moved very obviously down her front, pausing at her chest level as his tail started to wag, and then moved farther down to the slits in the side of her dress that ended just above her shoeless feet.
He could find no words to describe the sight which he currently beheld, and thus he stammered as he tried to speak.
"K-Ki-... Shadow... I-I... " he felt like such a fool as he searched for the words, and couldn't quite remember which name he should address her by tonight. Her stunning beauty coupled with the dress had left him nearly speechless. One word did come to him, finally.
"Wow."
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:40 pm
Saphen "Sey...always a pleasure to see you again. How silly...I have seem to have forgotten my face today. Hardly in form from our last conversation during the hoh I am afraid." She raised him to a seated position as he spoke, her hands guiding him with a firm, supportive hold. Heaven or Hell? She thought, frowning as she looked at the mask of the injured man and remembered the kind violinist she'd met at the registration desk. "Sir Saphen!" The cleric exclaimed in remembrance and worry, "Your arm, what happened?"CRRRRRRRRRKK The noise and the feel of it jarred her, the CRACK of his bones reverberating in her shoulder as he leaned on her. Sey's eyes shot down at the noise and her hands readjusted his form against hers so that he leaned partially onto her chest, his arm laying on her thighs and the soft fabric of her dress. His arm was breaking before her eyes with no outside force that she could see acting on it. "A bug bite?" She said aloud, scrambling her brain for any particularly poisonous bugs that would be flying around at this time of the season in Gaia. "Saphen I'm going to have to take your hand, okay? This is going to hurt, I'm sorry-"CRRRAAACCCKKK Gripping his forearm and elbow joint solidly in her hands and twisting the opposite way in an attempt to correct the misaligned bones, Sey reached deep in herself and flung open the door of her connection with Falis, channeling freely the subsequent surge of divine energy that built up in her hands with a faint glow. Focusing on mending the bones of his joint together and cursing as she realized the insect's poison was already running rampant through his system, Sey gritted her teeth and prayed that nothing else would break while she was busy.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:42 pm
Iru grinned at that. "Well that always keeps things interesting." Aw, the song was ending. She sort of wanted them to keep going, for this was the most fun she had the whole night. She found herself being distracted by her mental pouting, so the kiss sort of caught her off guard. This wasn't his usual playful peck on the lips either. She felt her body press up against him. Did her heart beat just increase?
She had tensed slightly from surprise, but relaxed as the song ended. Once she was allowed to breath again, she smiled a bit as she wiped the lipstick from Ross's lips. He didn't need to be that kind of pretty. "There was a good amount left when I was there. We can go see."
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 7:45 pm
Admittedly? No.
Such refinement was not an area of James's expertise.
James turned to walk to the bar with the young devil in a relaxed and natural fashion. Even if she wanted to run, she wouldn't get too far barring a miracle, so the slayer wasn't too concerned about that. What was a good drink? Ironically, the answer came from a memory of another devil.
But that didn't matter now anyway.
"Take a seat", he motioned, and he seated himself next to her, calling for the bartender for a pair of Vesper Chasers, before returning to fixating her with a bone-chilling gaze. A hand casually wiped off some blood that had gathered at the edges of his mouth, sideeffects from the unholy amounts of rage that had been coursing through him earlier, and then he spoke thus:
"Faustina Jaeger. I have a proposal for you."
Yes, he just used her last name. He was sure of it now. Any doubts Faustina might've had about whether or not he knew her identity were lain to rest.
"You see, unlike Roen Jaeger, there's no reason why I can't be civil. Therefore, you will lead me to him."
The bartender arrived with both glasses, and James took one and passed the other to the now probably scared-shitless devil girl.
"Or I will kill you, and lure him to me anyway"
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