At the name Kiba, something in Len calmed. It was a familiar name, and one that belonged to a well-known customer. He looked the naked man over, and while he couldn’t be sure he recognized him, he was inclined to believe he was being told the truth.
That didn’t mean he approved of the story. Guilty Pleasures wasn’t a place to hide from dangerous demons--especially not fire ones, who might be able to damage the club itself.
He opened his mouth to say something of this sort, when the man’s companion wavered, falling into and out of consciousness.
Now that he knew that there wasn’t an imminent threat to the club--
”You can’t lay low here” he stated firmly. That had to be said. Of course, he didn’t have the authority to say it, so he added,
”Not without Jean-Claude’s permission.” This was followed, reluctantly, by,
”Stay here. I’ll get some food for you both.” That should be fine. The staff at Guilty Pleasures had access to some amount of food and drink from the bar (though, not being an inn or a restaraunt, their food menu was pretty limited to “whatever Jean-Claude bought that week, plus olives and cherries).”
Looking the naked man over (he was mostly immune to nudity himself--less for any particular cultural reason, and more because he worked here at Guilty Pleasures), he added (mostly to himself), ”and maybe some clothes.”
He waited a second to see if there was going to be any resistence, and if there wasn’t, he would leave the room to do as he’d said. He’d come back barely two minutes later with a half-full bottle of cheap white wine, an outfit he’d taken from the stripper’s locker room, and several sandwiches made with materials Jean-Claude had bought from the Silver Claw Inn.
”Here. I can’t have you on the floor naked. Or fainting.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 1:43 pm
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Cut you open and make you sick Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did ≠
Seeing the red headed boy continuously fade into and out of consciousness was worrying, even for a demon that had such a cold heart. He didn’t entirely know what he felt for the kid. It wasn’t like him to care, but for the time being it wasn’t a nuisance to do so.
At the very least the boy lingering on the verge of death provided proof that his story was believable. Which was an odd feeling without accomplishment with it not being a lie for once. “Gotcha, carry on big guy~” Aidyn said and waved his hand in a dismissive manner.
He waited until the bouncer left before crawling over to Nero on the floor. “Ey, boy.” He said, nudging the red headed boy. “Thanks for your help. I can’t say what’s gonna happen by us being here, but at least the big guy didn’t deny my leader being here.” He spoke in a hushed tone. He wasn’t even sure if the kid was conscious enough to hear him at that point, but it was worth a shot.
It was a mystery how Aidyn could easily brush off the stress of a situation that held so many unknowns. Perhaps it was because every other, such as the events that took place earlier that day, had already taken their toll on his mind and deemed him reasonably immune. Or… he was just really good at hiding it.
When the large male returned with food and what looked to be quite the interesting outfit made up of thin strips of fabric, Aidyn burst out into laughter. “You really think I’m gonna wear something like that?” He said and pushed himself to his feet.
The wolf demon closed the distance between him and the other and moved to run a single finger down his chest while looking into his eyes. “Is that your kink hmm? Or does my looking like this get you flustered and that was the best you could do?” He toyed. It was a dangerous way to treat the larger male, but it was also in his nature to put those stronger into situations that might make them weaker. He himself had no attraction to this man, nor did he any being that he'd come across yet.
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
The red head barely registered being set down, just as he had been lost on the conversation between the demon and the bouncer for some time. Nero's body was trying to focus on self preservation but without food and some proper rest, there was no way it could. The male turned his head a little, looking at Aidyn as the other addressed him. He managed a weak smile, leaning his head back.
"I couldn't have done this without you as well. Hell, I'd probably would've died in the tunnel if you hadn't shifted." It hurt to talk, the scavenger's voice weak from everything that happened. Dehydration was probably a factor in how his throat burned right now. Nero slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, a wave of dizziness nearly making him pass out right then and there.
There were a lot of unknowns at the moment, which did put the red head on edge. But it wasn't like the situation was unfamiliar to him, his whole life was full of unknowns in a world full of masters and slaves. It was why he was careful, why he rarely trusted anyone. The smell of food drew the male's attention back to the bouncer. The larger male was carrying what looked like several sandwiches and a bottle of alcohol. Nero's stomach growled at seeing the food but he made no move towards the bouncer, knowing he wouldn't stand much of a chance if the male suddenly deemed him a threat.
The scavenger's attention was immediately caught by Aidyn, seeing the way the wolf toyed with the larger male. Sure, it probably wasn't the smartest idea but Nero could see how it could put them in a slight position of power if the wolf managed to make the bouncer flustered. But considering the establishment and what looked like the kind of business that went on here, there was a good chance the bouncer wouldn't be fazed at all.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 11:22 am
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Len had been prepared for some resistance, but he’d expected anger rather than…this. He was occasionally propositioned in his line of work--people who couldn’t get in tried to flirt with him to get him to bend the rules, sometimes guests tried to make out with him to avoid getting thrown out when he was called to do so.
What he wasn’t familiar was being flirted with, teased, with no obvious goal in mind. He could reason his way to thinking that the naked man might want something else from him (sanctuary? Some particular cocktail?) but it wasn’t immediately obvious what. He could feel heat rising in his face, though it wouldn’t be immediately obvious due to his dark tan.
Muscle jumped under the man’s finger, and he might have stepped back if his training hadn’t taught him to stand still and block.
His voice was hoarse for a moment, then stabilized into its typical low register.
”This…the only other clothing in this place belongs to Jean-Claude and his people. Be grateful I found anything at all. If you put it on, you can go into the club proper. If not, you will stay here.” There. That was reasonably cogent.
He thrust the costume into the man’s arms, walking around him to give the redhead what he’d gathered. It was a good excuse to step away, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
”Here. There are no more sandwiches, but if you need more I can figure something out. Alcohol has a lot of calories too.”
Mood: off-balance With: two problems
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Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Cut you open and make you sick Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did ≠
Aidyn only laughed in response to the weak boy. “You and me both, kid.” He said simply. The situation down the in the underground tunnels was dire and it was still a mystery to him how he summons such a power. Perhaps it was a fight or flight action brought on by the adrenaline that surged through him when the life in his body tried to drain.
He would leave the conversation at that after hearing the pained tone of Nero’s once strong and peppy little voice. It was best to leave him be until he had some form of sustenance and simply keep an eye on the boy who looked like he might keel over at any moment.
The flirtatious charade that he put on was an obvious risk and even he knew that… however it did seem to reveal a small break in the rough and tough exterior of the larger male. How interesting, that something portrayed to be almost sexual in nature could ruffle even the most intimidating man’s feathers. It invoked a small and silent chuckled from the demon.
“Hmm… I’m assuming you wouldn’t be a fan if I took something of his hmm?” He asked, again eyeing the odd choice of clothing that was brought to him. “I’m going to take that as this being your weird a** kink you seem to think you can hide.” That stamen could have been a lie or not, even he wasn’t entirely sure.
Though in that moment he still sighed and began dressing himself in an unsurprisingly skimpy little outfit. Something that might not have even fit him entirely well, but it worked. It wasn’t that he wanted to give in to the bouncer, but he also didn’t feel like being cooped up in someplace that could have easily been a master’s private quarters. It was far too nice up here not to assume that.
Interrupting the bouncer who had pushed past him to attend to the weak boy, Aidyn leaned seductively against the wall nearest the two males. “What do you think big guy~?” He asked with a playful smirk. His tail hung over the edge of a drooping outfit bottom and swished to give little glimpses of his a** like one of the employees here might do. Hell if he knew how they actually acted, even if he’d been here plenty of times.
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
Who?: Nero, flustered road block Mood: questionable, weirdly confident, flirty? what? Location: Guilty Pleasures OOC: shhhh... I kinda want to draw whatever is on Aidyn right now /hit
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 3:02 am
Faulty?
The mere absurdity of such an impossibility raised a sharp offended brow. Vol always checked every detail of his work before approving it as complete - St.Vier should know this. Was he trying to start a fight? ...No, something was irregular here. Vol read the way he was reacting to Jean-Claude's words and quickly clicked onto the darker layers of the party - suddenly the room felt a whole lot heavier.
Being accustomed to St.Vier's body language was beneficial in moments like this as the p***k was hard to read, but he could tell that the little comment from Jean-Claude had caused some discomfort over him. The history the scientist shared with this calm angered creature made Vol see it as his property in some form or another, so with that in mind Volithious couldn't help but feel a little annoyed that he wasn't the one causing the displeasure to Vier. Now irritated, he wanted to assert himself over the situation.
He knew what St.Vier was doing, and yes, he wanted to play along with it.
Retracting his hand back, he left the leash in Vier's hand and moved to seat himself beside the man. "You make a fair point, my apologies." His voice was not offended in the slightest, in fact he almost seemed playful in his tone. Now sitting close to Vier, he opened his gloved hand again to retrieve his little orb. "If I may?" He requested the sphere back to his palm.
"Might I suggest that you present your product first? As mine may.... " he tried to phrase his words in a way that would unsettle the dominance in the room. "...well, you know me." He added as a familiarity between them to isolate Jean-Claude slightly. "It has the potential to get unfathomably powerful with the right touch." His white eye looked at the vampire clinging to his papers. "and therefore, I can not promise what may happen." he soothed out a subtle threat before he looked back at Vier with a slight smirk. "History may repeat itself if one so desires." his deep hungry voice probed at St.Vier's memories as a reminder of old times which can easily repeat at a moments notice, thus offering St.Vier some power over this scene to further alienate Jean-Claude from the conversation.
»Mood: Possesive/playful. »Location: Guilty Pleasure. »Busy with: Manipulating the scene. »His Property/Slaves:N/A. »OOC: I'm back, finally -- was a busy time of the year, now let's kick some @ss.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 6:11 pm
xxxx Jean-Claudex
Demonstrate? In his club?
Absolutely not.
He rose from his more languid posture to say so, when the scientist replied. Every word out of the master’s mouth seemed to drip with second meaning, only some of which Jean-Claude could easily read.
‘Well, you know me.’ All Jean-Claude knew was that the scientist was dangerous enough for St. Vier to request his help in the first place, something that must have been difficult for his prideful friend. The threat was much easier to read, and he bristled, territorial instincts flaring to life. St. Vier could do as he wished (though there was something that...bothered him about the unspoken familiarity the scientist was suddenly showing, when he had been so remote and formal moments before. He decided he didn’t like the scientist so close to his friend, whatever history the two had—something to ask St. Vier later. Or not). But he would not allow threats to his person in the heart of his territory. Guilty Pleasures was his; all the people within it were, to varying degrees, under his protection.
He was loathe to allow any potentially dangerous activity within Guilty Pleasures at all, but technically he was still fulfilling his contract with St. Vier, until this…person…left. However reluctantly, he would accomadate this. And if he could, see this interloper leave however slightly more humbled than he had arrived.
It was the last comment that really had his hackles up, though it had nothing to do with Guilty Pleasures, contained no threat to Jean-Claude personally.
‘History may repeat itself if one so desires.’ One. The one was obviously St. Vier. Was this a threat, or an invitation? Jean-Claude’s reference shifted slightly. St. Vier had asked him to preside over this meeting, presumably to keep St. Vier safe. He would do so, even if St. Vier himself were to make any moves toward allying with this enigmatic figure.
”Linneus” he called, rather than address either of the other masters.
”Clear the ballroom.” It wasn’t a ballroom in the traditional sense. This wasn’t a castle, after all, it was a strip club. Still, he had a single, great room in the upstairs level that made up his personal quarters, roughly the size of a ballroom and minimally furnished except for some immovable personal play pieces. While still in his personal territory, it was the furthest the three of them (five including Linneus and St. Vier’s dog-slave) could get from the patrons of Guilty Pleasures, with far more room as necessary.
”Nothing will be demonstrated in my club.” He stated this firmly, beckoning St. Vier forward, a kind of counterpart to the scientist sitting beside him, as if asking the other master to choose between them.
”I have more space above. I will not allow any damage to my personal property; my hospitality only goes so far, St. Vier.” He deliberately pitched his own words almost entirely to St. Vier, as the scientist had largely done.
Mood: Less amused; territorial With: St. Vier, his slave Linneus, a slave-dog,Volithious Du'Mon Teufel
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 5:28 pm
••• St. × Vier
He handed the sphere back to Volithius as prompted but kept his feet; he thought the scientist might be easier to bait. At least, St. Vier had witnessed his anger before, while Jean-Claude had generally been a calming figure in his life.
”’Know you.’ I don’t think anyone alive knows you, Volithius” he replied in answer, and knelt, snapping off Ahkmet’s leash for the moment and rubbing his hand over the dog-slave’s head in faux affection. There was a familiarity to his words, a kind of answer to Volithius’s invitation, without actively tilting the balance of the room in his favor.
St. Vier had dealt with a fair few disputes between masters in his professional capacity. He generally encouraged it, specifically inviting rivals to play parties featuring a slave sure to appeal to both parties.
It was good business, then, though not without risks. He’d lost slaves before, pitting masters against each other. They tended toward extremism and spite. The behavior itself didn’t necessarily bother him (assuming one or both of them paid for the time lost in training and the cost of the slave itself--a hefty fee that had indebted masters to him before, and so much the better).
It did bother him now, once he recognized it. It bothered him because masters generally flexed against each other for an overarching purpose--domination. When there was an object involved, it was typically a battle to dominate the other in order to possess said object--usually a slave.
In looking toward each other, it seemed they’d forgotten who he was; had gotten too comfortable with the idea of him being in their presence.
He could use it. Maybe he could manipulate the situation enough that one of them would drop their guard entirely around him, attempt to take a liberty or look entirely to each other. Convenient for him; former masters were popular slaves for a certain breed of degenerate.
”Human form, Ahkmet. We’re going upstairs” he ordered smoothly, winding the leash around one arm and slipping his wrist through the open coil at the end. It was a mild favoring of Jean-Claude, yes, but St. VIer was also acutely aware of how much damage he and Volithius could easily do to Guilty Pleasures. With him owing Jean-Claude such a broad thing as an unspecified favor, he didn’t want to be in the vampire’s power if the club was destroyed.
Even as he ignored Volithius’s signals, he didn’t look toward Jean-Claude, ostensibly unwilling to look away from the scientist. In truth, the man’s last statement did provoke a stream of memories, running the gamit from horrific to…pleasant. Maybe even happy. He grit his teeth, striding past them both and shaking his head, trying to forcibly cram the memories back into the recesses of his skull.
”Come” he stated simply, ostensibly to Ahkmet, but really to all of them. A mild command, but a command nonetheless.
Upon hearing his Master's order to change to his human form his golden hues lit up like the morning sun as light shrouds the dog. The shape of the dog soon morphed into a more human like shape, the light fades revealing a young male with short black hair and tanned skin dressed in what appeared to be egyptian attire. The glow in Ahkmet's eyes had also dimmed as he quietly followed Vier up the stairs, looking back to all the others and then looked at Vier once more and followed onward.
Nero looked up as the larger male walked over to him, offering the food he had brought with him. The red head would've chuckled at the flustered male if his throat didn't hurt. He nodded weakly, taking some of the food from the bouncer. Despite how starving he was, the scavenger took slow bites out of the sandwiches he took, trying not to eat all too fast. As he ate, the red head began to feel better. His stomach didn't feel like it was in knots anymore, which slowly allowed the rest of his body to relax some.
Once he had finished eating, the smaller male took a couple drinks of the alcohol brought in before curling up slightly where he was sitting. Now that he had eaten his fill, Nero felt incredibly exhausted. He wasn't sure exactly how safe it was to fall asleep here but he knew he wouldn't be able to fight for long. He looked up briefly at Aidyn before his cheeks reddened at seeing how the demon was dressed. Aidyn was still flirting with the bouncer and the scavenger decided to just leave him to it, leaning his head against the wall. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to succumb to the need for sleep his body was wanting.
St. Vier. Oh sweet creature, why must you tempt me so?
Volithious' silver eye had a high dose of malicious intent hidden behind it; dark fancies and cruel tests that he really wanted to perform on the creature whom has eluded his grasp for many life times. But the wait will soon be over, Volithious had evolved since they last clashed and he now has many other methods to try to capture St.Vier. In fact he was confident he could likely get him by force if it came to it - not now though, now he was playing a different hand and on this board game all the scientist needed was this defensive beast to succumb to his seemingly honorable words.
Let your guard down.
Of course St.Vier didn't even seem to consider taking this fraudulent hand. Well this was to be expected, but Vol couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that his manipulation was ignored so easily.
His eye slowly trailed after Vier who slyly commanded they followed and a slight frown crossed Vol's face.
Reluctantly he complied but at his own pace he stood up while keeping his cold gaze fixed on the slave tamer.
A dangerous mood suddenly came over the scientist. His frown stretched into a long thin smirk but Vol placed a gloved hand over his face for a moment to try and hide it. A slight slip of control over himself but nothing he couldn't handle. Still, it didn't help that he felt everything was going his way and heading towards his real purpose here. That motivation made him instinctively send words directly to St.Vier's mind.
"I can take you anytime I want. Do not think that he can protect you."
The threat was real as the sinister scientist had more than just confidence to back that up. His hand slipped away from his face which had now calmed but still tickled on the edge of dark laughter as he slowly walked towards St.Vier one heel click at a time across the floor.
"Then let us make haste to this ballroom." He gestured forward with fanned fingers and tucked away the "Avidity Jewel" as he called it, into his free palm while beckoning the two creatures to move. He found it entertaining that the club owner was being so defensive over this place, it didn't seem worth much in Vol's eyes but he was to keep the tempo respectful between them until such a time was up and said nothing about the matter.
He was only momentarily distracted by the slave transforming but that was nothing worth noting so he barely offered a glance at the mutt before quickly fixing back onto his true prey.
The outfit itself didn’t faze him. He saw similar, and more, multiple times a day. One of a bouncer’s main jobs at a strip club, after all (even a strip club that featured a night club) was to protect the clientele from rowdier patrons as well as see the contract strippers left safely. He wasn’t precisely popular among the strippers (he was largely considered ‘unfun;’ someone too focused on his job to really interact with), but he was trusted. Trusted meant he usually spent at least a few minutes pulling garter belts up straight, smoothing costume pieces, pulling cleavage into place, etc.
He didn’t respond to the comment that he wouldn’t like the stranger to take anything of Jean-Claude; that would obviously be unacceptable.
The other assuming that it was some kink of his was fine too. It was all he’d been able to find, but he hadn’t looked especially hard. His only criteria had been ‘something that won’t be immediately missed.’
The last bit was destabilizing still, somewhat, though he responded to it differently than he had before: not so much of a blush and stumble. Still attending to the now, apparently, asleep figure on the floor (that wasn’t great; they couldn’t stay here) Len hunched his shoulders, levelling his red face at the ground.
He got up a moment later, suddenly and apparently puritanical.
”You…I..we can leave your friend asleep, we need to find Jean-Claude. I cannot authorize your presence here.” His tone was almost offended, or maybe just mildly panicked. He took the skimpily dressed man by one arm, pulling him toward the main dance floors of Guilty Pleasures.
Mood: concerned With: two problems, one bigger than the other
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He should be pleased, at least for the moment. St. VIer had, after all, immediately accommodated him, acknowledging that their ‘demonstration’ wasn’t something for the main floor of Guilty Pleasures.
He was not. There was--something. He could feel a barrier forming, a barrier of familiarity that separated him from St. Vier, that left St. Vier himself vulnerable. He couldn’t tell if the other man was forming it deliberately or it was something the scientist was doing. In either case, he wasn’t thrilled by it, and would seek to disrupt whatever distance had started to form. After all, he and St. Vier were on good terms—he was here protecting the other master, presumably in case of situations like this (though, there was something to be said that St. Vier himself had set up this little demonstration).
He followed at a sedate pace, taking up the rear, taking the time to call another waiter—a slave of his, this time—over and inform him that he’d be away from the floor for some time. There were additional security measures Guilty Pleasures put up when he wasn’t on the floor—measures that were usually in place, given that Jean-Claude was not reliably on the floor on any given day. Somewhere in Guilty Pleasures, extra plating went up around the entrance and the “windows” (barred openings with a strong screen—who could afford glass these days? Where would it come from?). Bouncers were sought after and called to active duty in the club.
This done, he let the waiter he’d called kneel and kiss his hand before pulling away and moving upstairs. There were several doors that immediately presented themselves at the threshold connecting the staircase to the entrance to St. Vier’s quarters. This small hallway was set up as a foyer, and Jean-Claude pushed past them all to open the leftmost door of the three, a door that led most straightforwardly to the “ballroom,” indeed opening straight onto it, a reverse of the structure of the club downstairs.
The ballroom was a large room with exceedingly high ceilings, a candelabra made from junk metal from the surrounding city, fashioned into a crude, primitivist design, hung in the middle. Half a dozen figures, mostly female, chattered companionably in a comfortable-looking alcove full of mismatched chairs and ottomans, a ratty Persian carpet beneath them.
They all came to attention as Jean-Claude entered with his….guests, and they rushed to leave at his waved hand, stopping only to bow or curtsy their appreciation for his entrance.
A snap of his fingers, and a small round table and several plush chairs were pulled into the center of the room, another female slave moving forward to light a tarnished brass candelabra sitting on top of the table.
Jean-Claude took the liberty of taking the most prominent seat, waving another languid hand at the other two masters and the now-human-shaped slave.
”Take a care, friends” he murmured, trying especially to catch St. Vier’s eyes.
”These are my personal quarters. Restrain yourselves accordingly.” He didn’t know what either of them might intend, here. He’d react accordingly, favoring St. Vier when he could, while calling the other master’s attention to his efforts.
Mood: Decidedly unamused; territorial
With: St. Vier, his slave Linneus, a slave-dog,Volithious Du'Mon Teufel
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2018 1:48 pm
••• St. × Vier
St. Vier watched Ahkmet transform with great internal satisfaction. It was such a smooth transition, so elegant; he had attempted—via breeding, via training, via attempts at hormone training—to duplicate the same effect many a time. He was marginally successful, but the transformation itself was always gruesome and gory, a slow breaking of a body into a different shape, an exhausted and traumatized slave afterward. And how useful a transformation! Dog and human, everything in between—yes, he was doing Volithius a boon, in some way showing his approval of the scientist’s skills—to provide him something so unique and useful.
For a moment he was pleased as he climbed Jean-Claude’s stairs, heading in the proscribed direction. Soon enough, however, he became acutely aware of the other two masters following, and at some level was grateful for the intervening body that Ahkmet was between him and Volithius coming up first.
’ I can take you anytime I want. Do not think that he can protect you.’
St. Vier stumbled on the second to top step, quickly recovering his step any making it the rest of the way up. His face turned toward nothing and no one, as he was the first, he let his face snarl its sudden fury, let the visible slaves in the room respond as they wanted to his first few infuriated movements.
There were not many here who had been trained by him; Linneus had been an early, mocking present; since then, Jean-Claude had proven entirely capable in obtaining and training his own slaves to his particular, sensual lifestyle. There was only one other St. Vier had been involved with, more in acquisition than training, and it was that slave who immediately jumped up, face bone white, and began determinedly emptying the large room of those who had been companionably inhabiting it.
Ahkmet and the rest of them on his heels, he responded sharply, interjecting the ozone snap accompanying lightning into his words.
’Try it. Here. Now.’
Waiting at the top of the steps, he pulled Ahkmet to his side, electric sparks bubbling their warning up and down his spine until he’d stepped into Jean-Claude’s personal quarters. He had been in Jean-Claude’s rooms before, and they were downright spacious in comparison with his own single, cramped room on the ground floor of Haven. His appreciation for the hedonism and, for lack of a better word, taste waxed and waned depending on what god or worshipful ‘feeling’ he was currently acting under. At times he was distinctly admiring of Jean-Claude’s general hedonistic approach to life—when he was guided toward more Dionysian bents, toward appreciation of the bodily and all the worshipful bounty that came with it, he tended to seek Jean-Claude out.
But he was rarely in such a mood, lately—probably, this said something about his general state of mind in the last, say, six months. He’d turned strongly to ascetics and punishment, and with a version of this pulling at his psyche he had little pleasant to say about Jean-Claude’s quarters here, now. He did identify the most defensible areas of his friend’s room, as well as the areas that could withstand the possibility of unleashing Ahkmet in full glory on the area.
He hadn’t intended to use the slave as anything but payment, but if it came to it he’d see Volithius captured in the jackal-god’s embrace, and so much the better. For now, the creature was still his, after all. Or at least he could make the argument that he was.
Ahkmet felt himself be pulled toward Vier, giving no resistance to the action he remained at his Master's side. As he stood there his golden hues lay upon the strange man with the eye patch, he could sense that this man was rather dangerous, with that in mind he took a defensive position in front of his Master as if he were Vier's knight in shining armor. His golden hues glowed a bit as he awaited his orders from Vier, as he waited he took the liberty of studying the male with the odd sphere, watching his every move.
