LUCIDUS MAGUS

[Arcine]

sayaaya213

Endless_Reflection

(sorry for lame post and my absence. school stuff has been overwhelming)

(I'm there right now...but I can't figure out what to post yet...XD)

(The party! I'll get there somehow!)  

[mahou prince]

♥ Trystan got up from his seat on the hard, wooden bench with a sigh. He ran his hand through his golden blonde hair and pulled down the red hood as he did, showing his face. No matter how many times a day he tried to push his hair away from his face, it always fell back and covered his icy blue eyes. He sometimes used small hairpins to keep it in place.

The tall man had a quick look around as if to decide which way to go. With a small frown and a low 'hmpf' he took a right and walked along the street. He put his hands in the pockets of his pants, dragging his feet slightly as he walked. The boots were - like always - sloppily tied; the heel made a scraping sound as he lifted his feet to walk.
As he walked, he found himself mumbling to himself. It made people look at him with a strange look on their face. When he realized people were looking at him, he stopped talking to himself and just scratched his neck and looked the other way. And as Trystan looked across the street, he noticed an interesting poster. Without thinking further, he stepped right out into the street and walked across to the other side to inspect the poster. But as he got closer he realized that what the poster was advertising was probably not something for him. Or was it..? Trystan just tilted his head to the side without uttering a single word.  

[sayaaya213]

Arcine

sayaaya213

Endless_Reflection

(sorry for lame post and my absence. school stuff has been overwhelming)

(I'm there right now...but I can't figure out what to post yet...XD)

(The party! I'll get there somehow!)

I'm sorry I just realized I'm moving the story along reaaallllyyyyy quickly...I'll slow it down next time I post...  

[mini megitsune]

Aziz and Mahli swiftly made the journey from the Pluma Inn to their own hotel. They moved quickly Aziz taking Mahli's elbow, and taking deliberate steps. They had left Mason alone so he may fully come to terms with his new self. They bustled through the entry way and headed straight for the elevator, a small lot of people appeared to be waiting there as well.

As they neared it Aziz saw the strangers become more familiar and smiled widely and brilliantly. She let go of Mahli's arm and rushed ahead to where they stood. Aiden and Moa, both unmistakable, were before her in Lucidus Magus. although she did not recognize the man to which they spoke, Aziz still enjoyed the happy coincidence.

"Aiden! Moa!" She giggled as she came up behind them. She grinned happily as she stood from familiar faces in unfamiliar land.  

[Arcine]

Aiden was taken to surprise. The incoming identity was less than expected. . Eyebrows raised and eyes narrowed. The circumstances of this meeting with Aziz were odd and Aiden had to wonder just how much of a coincidence running into the Aziz was, considering it was in reserved fifth floor of the fanciest hotel in the faction capital where they had reunited. Still, Aiden had not forgotten Aziz's mention of future dealings between these two Ater Noxan traders and took the reunion as a silent communication that Aziz was providing a deliberate reminder.

Aziz was an unusual person. She was boyish in her attire this day just as how she had been when they had first met as she was dressed as a worker. Yet, in both occasions, then and now, Aziz still had her femininity of long black hair that was arranged girlishly and large alluring as well as mischievous topaz eyes framed with highly desired long black as ink eyelashes prevail from underneath her fashion choices. It was all of this and the fact that the girl was a doll, pallid and porcelain like Layla, unblemished to no end and deceivingly frail in appearance. The girl packed a punched, something else Aiden hadn't forgotten.

The man with Aziz was equally a curious sight. Although in actuality he was as white as Aziz, he seemed much darker as if consumed unconsciously by a shadow. In height, he towered over Aziz and Aiden who had to stretch her neck somewhat once he was close as she always had to with Chance and equated to Aziz, with a look underlaying expression that Aiden couldn't put a finger on. Aiden almost wanted to say it was devious. Was that going too far?

Although surprised to the point of a mild standstill, Aiden had not lost her composure, an ideal trait of a trader who performs underground. "Aziz, god, what's up? Where'd you come from?" The question was serious. Aiden had no idea where Aziz and the stranger had come from. A hand went out to Aziz's companion. "I'm Aiden and that's Moa, and guys, this is Chance Godfrey. You should know the name."  

[mini megitsune]

Aziz grinned as Mahli hesitantly shook Aiden's hand. His wariness betrayed by only the slightest flicker in his eyes. Mahli then withdrew and stood behind Aziz, bowing slightly to the group before him. Widening her eyes slowly, Aziz hadn't expected to meet with Aiden in the capital so soon.

"I am quite surprised to have run in with you here. We have just arrived from a colleague's. We have been making our way to our room on the twelfth floor." Aziz eyed Chance Godfrey briefly before recognition hit her. "Where are my manners? This is Mahli Donovan, and we both are delighted to meet you Mister Godfrey." She nodded slightly, flashing a look at Mahli who did the same.

Aziz admired the tales of the Armatus-born gangster and that of the Faust family. The Syndicate owed many of its initial families to the Faust family, and Aziz knew where respect was due. She wondered if the man knew of the Syndicate's ties to his once master, Indigo, and if he did how would he react to the events they had planned ahead.

"Why, I can only guess, but would you know if the Commander and the others have arrived?" Aziz asked, wondering how much intrige she would need to be braced for in one day.  

[r0guish]

Feeling the little encounter coming to an end, Chance was all the more surprised by a new voice coming from his blind side. A shiver ran up the back of his neck, standing on end from the unfamiliar sound of the voice and his hand tightening on that cane in an instance of near violence. Outwardly speaking however, he seemed to change very little in demeanor aside from an almost imperceptible start by his rigid frame. Head turned casually to face the newcomers, a slight quirk to his brow showing his intrigue at their sudden appearance on his floor from God knows where.

They seemed to be acquainted with Aiden, and this helped to sooth his suspicious nature, but raised more questions in him. Smile played across his features to hide those interior thoughts, turning himself to face the new crowd with cane keeping his hands aloft. As he feigned interest in the reconnection of apparent friends he mulled over the name - Aziz. Uncharacteristically he was drawing a blank, but he could feel that creeping itch of knowledge at the back of his head.

"A pleasure to meet you." Chance stated simply as he gave a curteous nod to Aziz and his eyes traveling to her taller companion, the unbroken gaze hinting at some unspoken challenge. Chance was not often graced with the presence of someone nearer to his height, and his competetive nature often had him thinking of them as competition until they proved otherwise. Soon enough though the long moment was over and he was back amidst the conversation with interest written all over his face. So.. This Aziz was a player in the field of gathering characters on this floating rock - his spidey sense tingling. Things were afoot - the kind he enjoyed. "You are quite popular, Aiden."  

[Strict Envy]

Different indeed. Alone in his room, unmoved since the ritual, Manson had yet to experience the ways of his new body. Consciousness was not yet his to reign on freely. And so, the photographer who'd cast away his humanly ways for a world not of his birth, remained for hours on his bed, gradually acquiring his own strengths and then strengths that just previously were foreign.

At some point, Manson worked his way up so that his elbows so that they rested on his knees. Mysteriously, he felt heavier. At first it was fatigue, gravity assertive on top of his weakened body, but as he heaved himself up to his feet, he'd become stronger in the time between the quick motion. Once again, Manson brought himself to his mirror.

His speculation was right. With no difficultly any eye could detect that the man had become more intense in a number of ways. There was a straitness of his spine, a product of a sort of grandness Manson was feeling as he was fitting himself into his new body. The way he looked on, powered by a new boost of ego, was more serious, less if not absent of the dull quality that had filtered over before. In contrast to his eyes, and growing more so, Manson's expression become one that was merry. Teeth shone, a sign of true pleasure for the man accustomed to a strait face.

What else was how Manson actually felt physically in this body. Unchallenged, Manson had not known a man with better eyes in his lifetime, but now as Manson had turned to face the rest of his room, eyes drew onto individual objects, unconsciously scanning them discovering detail upon detail previously hidden by the factor of his distance away and possibly even when his was unclose. As his hands then found a place on either arm rest of the chair he was sitting on and levered the photographer up, Manson felt each working muscle, expand in the process only because of the immediate difference from how he'd just before felt removing himself was some sort of physical task.

He was on his feet faster than he imagined. Hair drenched in sweat swung over his face and stuck to his forehead and cheeks where more sweat trailed down and then underneath his moistened shirt that was wet from more than just sweat.

A shower. That's what he needed.  

[Arcine]

His hands were cold, but so were Aiden's. The exchange was fast, but Aiden's scanning eyes were resolutely stuck on Malhi up till the moment he had slide behind Aziz without having mentioned a name and it was up to Aziz to do so for him. Was he awkward or unfriendly? He was hot in a weird way though.

A turn of the head in the opposite direction and the shortest laugh was her reaction the Chance's comment. For her it was a compliment and damn right was she popular. Although, she was in actuality thinking about work and previously hadn't a thought about where she lay in terms of friendship with people, but on doing so she determined she must've been the most awful of friends considering her closest familiars were bartenders and the ones who supplied her with work, minus those who she had relations with (she wouldn't be hitting up those digits anytime soon). And and upon making acquaintances with all who she had met three months ago, she had left with little notice, preferring work over being uncomfortable she'd become part of some misfit family. It was awful but drinks on the house didn't hurt.

"I saw Vossler, Layla, and then Moa here so far." She said and then planted a hand on the poster, changing the subject as she was itching for on onwards move to plans for the night, "Hey, I was just talking to Mr. Godfrey here about this…. little shindig." She released her palm and backed up so that she could see everyone and addressed them all, "Plans guys?"  

[mini megitsune]

Aziz regarded Godfrey minutely, never letting him out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't be so sure if the man would prove friend or foe just yet. All the while, Mahli watched the man intently, not breaking eye contact. He felt the man trying to get a feel of him, trying to decipher the challenge emitted from his gaze. He smirked at the man, a slight twitch of the cheek. Mahli immediately liked the man, although other than his quick and subtle smirk, gave no such indication.

Aziz considered Aiden's question. They did arrange some events for the party, but did not completely agree on attending. Mahli wanted Aziz out of the limelight, as her bold personality would draw in too much attention to her actions. And then again that was the exact reason why Aziz wanted to make an appearance. "I do think we both shall be attending. As you may have noticed, Mahli is not quite the type for dinner conversation." She giggled, glancing at Mahli, letting him aware of her decision. "Do you know if the others will be attending as well? It would be much more fun if we all went, dont you think? And I hear its open bar. I wouldn't mind having a few drinks with you lot."  

[r0guish]

( So.. Not alot to post. I guess I'll pass on my turn. I wonder what happened to everyone else. )  

[kdke]

"I'm sorry, miss, but the fifth floor is resctricted."

"But my friends are there! I'm not lying, I promise," Layla's voiced whined a little as she tried to negotiate with the host in the lobby. The man of his thirties with a stiff posture sighed; the girl had been pleading him for a few minutes already. He knew who she was, but wasn't sure if she was telling the truth, or just trying to take her guardian's position for granted by going where she pleased. "Would you like me to have someone escort you to your suite?"

"I'm not that young," Layla frowned at the host. The host blinked and then cleared his throat apologetically, "Well, then... either way, unless you have direct permission from the guest renting the floor, no one is allowed on it."

The girl bit her bottom lip and her fingers tapped lightly at the lobby desk. Her eyes looked away in thought, but only briefly before they widened with a gasp of sudden thought. She looked back at the host. "Can you call them?"

"Miss?"

"Call them. My friends' names are Aiden and Moa. Please? Can't you do that at least?" Layla pouted softly. The man clenched his jaw without response, but then decided to indulge the young girl, just once. He went over to the calling system and glanced over at Layla. "Aiden and... Moa, yes?"

"Uh huh! And oh... thank you," she said and grinned at him. He raised his brows and then called the fifth floor. He more wanted to know if the girl was either wasting his time or telling the truth.  

[Arcine]

"Damn right it's an open bar. I'm sure it takes a ******** tone of bank to get in," she spat. "Dresses and all that jazz, "Aiden rolled her eyes before a thought not surprising fully equipped with the impulsiveness of a girl her age popped up," I'm so down for drinking though." She winked and bounced off the wall she'd been leaning on. A look was given to Chance. It was one that wasn't so obviously inquiring of the man if had any interest as well. "My room guys? I want to check it out. You know… gotta check the view and all that. Chance, I know you were just leaving, but if your not too awfully busy…." She wanted him to come to and left it at that.

It was less of a question than an announcement that she'd be making her way down the hall. Off she went, drawing her hands into her pocket and then hooking her finger onto the key ring. Out came the little gold key and after a few spins for around Aiden's finger for show, room 519 was opened.

Gorgeous. And with little leeway for some inspection of her new oh so pretty room, there came a ring. Maybe Aiden was popular.

"''Ello?" She spoke into the delivering end of the device.

(Sorry. I'm about to pop into the subway, so my post ain't that awesome.)  

[kdke]

The host at the lobby desk was confused for a moment—he could've sworn that large figure he checked in was not a female... of course, that could very well mean that the young girl in badgering him was correct.

It took a short moment for him to reply back to the sound of the young woman's voice. "Hello, miss. This is the lobby confirming a hotel guest requesting to come up to the fifth floor."

"Is that Aiden? Aiden! It's me!"

The host covered the headset with his hand and glared at Layla, making the young girl frown. She got the hint, though. "Is there an Aiden or Mia—"

"Moa!"

"Moa... present there with you that can confirm this young guest?" The host looked over at the young girl. "Your name?"

"Layla Malak."

"Layla Malak is the guest's name."

Layla sighed and folded her arms on the lobby desk. She would've thought that her running into Aiden earlier had been noticed, seeing as they were talking in front of everyone. Of course, this host seemed to be by the book; either that or he just didn't like kids. Not that Layla thought of herself as a kid, but... yeah.  

[nyx_khaosfox]

Zephyr walked around not quite sure where he was. Being from a small island bigger places seem to make him lose his sense of direction. The bring side he thought was that there were a few people he could help liberate them of their money. Or there might being someone that he could learn something new from. The options just kept increasing.