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 Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 12:57 pm
~Moon~
A small shiver ran down Moon's spine as he heard the feline respond.
"Such a sexy voice...such a sexy body. You truly make this blood of mine boil. You excite me to no end" Moon's response ended with a sigh that contained a certain sense of lust.
A short pause followed as the man seemed to regain his composure.
"Ahhhh, that aside" Moon whipped his neck to the left and right for nice crack." Yes, I do have something that you would might find interesting. But I did not call for that. I...hate doing this but I have to try. I'll get straight to the point. What do you know about the beast that has been fighting in the cages?"
Normally Moon would let other people intervene in the conversation but not this time. It already was bad enough as it was to ask for help for a personal matter.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 5:15 am
Sairen_Songweaver Ember tries to think, the effects of the Mistress's delicate touch making her mind feel fuzzy, her thoughts drowsy and disconnected. She shakes herself internally and tries to form a coherent response. "Mm...when I was sixteen, the same night as the accident." She swallows, looking down thoughtfully at her free hand. Memories crowd her mind, each pushing and pulling to be seen and heard before Ember slams the door shut, locking them safely away. Coward...you're going to have to face it eventually you know, her mind taunts her as Ember continues. "I don't really remember much about it, there was a fire, and after everything was said and done, I had them." Franky feels the girl's response to the question before the explanation finishes leaving her lips.
Coward...you're going to have to face it eventually you know..The surface thought brushes against her senses, and the Lady lifts her eyes to study the young woman's face. Discomfort, fear, and possibly guilt stared back ... it was a look Franky knew well. From the corner of her eye, the Mistress notices that Thorne has returned with their drinks and is hovering at a respectful distance, probably waiting for a sign that it is safe for her to approach. The silence lingers for a moment, Franky's eyes drifting down to the hand held in hers as she considers the information recently received. She would have to make a decision. Gently she releases the hand, her fingers sliding away as she settles back into the cushions of the chase again. Thorne, recognizing the cue, quietly moves closer with the requested libation. Thoughtful, the Mistress watches as her helper pours them each a glass of ruby coloured wine. A warm smile is offered in thanks once the crystal stem is passed to her, and the silence remains until Ember has received her glass as well. "I fear I have some bad news and some fair news for you," Franky begins calmly, turning her full attention to the girl sitting across from her. "As I am the type that always wishes to be prepared for the worst, we shall get the unpleasantness out of the way first.""From your description, I gather that the gentleman who approached your employer is Raymond Whitney. Whitney and a handful of other, equally charming, degenerates work for an offworld company known as 'Diener Corps'. Based on a planet known as 'Center', Whitney and his like hit the seedier planets collecting transients and runaways, who are then sold brothels, parlors, and heavy labour. There are no laws against slavery on Center, and the Diener Corps people are very careful to harvest only individuals that are unlikely to be missed. As their operations are illegal on most planets, they tend to rotate harvest schedules, ensuring that they are not on a single planet for very long and sufficient time passes between visits to ward off drawing too much attention to themselves.""My people had a few run-ins with Whitney and his lot in the early days. They know better than to scavenge in this area now, opting to keep to the more undesirable parts of town and out of our territory. Occasionally pickings are slim in their usual sporting grounds and they venture further out. If that is the case, I will dispatch a small entourage to remind them of their need to avoid taking such liberties."Franky pauses briefly, her tone laced with an almost apologetic note. "As for their operations on the whole, I'm afraid there is nothing I can do. They have been in the slaving business for centuries, and their influence is tremendous. Berlin herself doesn't even care if they harvest on this world, as long as they restrict themselves to the unwanteds. In her eyes it is good riddance. I'm sorry. If any of your friends have disappeared, I cannot help them."
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 5:24 am
Nova Blancke ~ Moon~ "Ahhhh, that aside" Moon whipped his neck to the left and right for nice crack." Yes, I do have something that you would might find interesting. But I did not call for that. I...hate doing this but I have to try. I'll get straight to the point. What do you know about the beast that has been fighting in the cages?"
{ - Kendal - }
A wicked smile curls her lips and Kendal drops her tone to a vixenish purr. "With a greeting like that, I know what you'd prefer to be calling about," she teases the caller briefly, giving Kali a wink, "And I thought there was only one real beast that has ever fought in those cages... and they kicked you out years ago. You trying to tell me that someone is looking to take your title?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 5:32 am
Minai chan Nova Blancke ~ Moon~ "Ahhhh, that aside" Moon whipped his neck to the left and right for nice crack." Yes, I do have something that you would might find interesting. But I did not call for that. I...hate doing this but I have to try. I'll get straight to the point. What do you know about the beast that has been fighting in the cages?"
{ - Kendal - }
A wicked smile curls her lips and Kendal drops her tone to a vixenish purr. "With a greeting like that, I know what you'd prefer to be calling about," she teases the caller briefly, giving Kali a wink, "And I thought there was only one real beast that has ever fought in those cages... and they kicked you out years ago. You trying to tell me that someone is looking to take your title?"~ Moon~ Moon found himself with a bit of a grin on his face. Perhaps it were her words that caused it or the nostalgic memories of fighting in those cages. "I remember you being in that crowd a lot. At times it seemed you enjoyed it more then I did. That smile of yours distracted me at that time. That was a close call....Anyway it's not someone that is going after it.." he paused a bit remembering what it looks like" More like something.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 5:39 am
{ - Kendal - }
On the other side of the phone, Kendal preens faintly, pleased with the idea that she was distracting. Silently mouthing an apology to Kali, she slides off of her comfy lap and perches upon the adjacent bar stool. "Hmm.. well I'm working at the moment Sugar," a brief pause coming after said statement as she runs her eyes over the luscious redhead. Well, I'm sorta working...
"Anyway, I can't be on the line right now," she continues, not missing a beat. "Why don't you come down to the club? We can talk here?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 5:48 am
Minai chan { - Kendal - }
On the other side of the phone, Kendal preens faintly, pleased with the idea that she was distracting. Silently mouthing an apology to Kali, she slides off of her comfy lap and perches upon the adjacent bar stool. "Hmm.. well I'm working at the moment Sugar," a brief pause coming after said statement as she runs her eyes over the luscious redhead. Well, I'm sorta working...
"Anyway, I can't be on the line right now," she continues, not missing a beat. "Why don't you come down to the club? We can talk here?" ~ Moon~ Moon didn't respond right away. If he had to go there he would certainly be faced with many temptations. Kendal being one of them. He didn't have any appointments today. So nobody would buy something today. Guess he had time. "Sorry, I forgot. But sure I guess I have the time. Not like anybody coming in today. I"ll bring you something for your time. Perhaps. I'll see you in a minute Kitten." Moon said as he hung up the phone. Walking over to the counter he grabbed something underneath it and left the store. After locking it properly he looked up at it. Bloodstone Arms....fitting name, don't ya think?
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 5:53 am
Rikki Tikki Travi ~Freya~Freya pouts and glares at Kendal when she laughs at her and explains her predicament. She imagines Kendal swirling in what looks like a whirlpool made from cat litter and shouting, "I just had to pee. Oh how cruel fate is to finish me during my potty time." Just the same as last time, Freya can't help but giggle just a little. The imaginative spite turns to gratitude when the feline helps her. "Creepy tapestry, got it. Thanks a bunch." She smiles and bows to Kendal to show her appreciation. When she straightens, Freya weaves her way through the crowd and walks briskly upstairs in search of the creepy display and it's pale visitor.
Up on the second floor, Marie hovers barely a foot away from a particularly large display against the far right wall. The narrow glass case extends several feet towards the high ceiling, and within it a very ancient looking tapestry floats on a rustic, ebon bar. The dark shades of grays, silvers, and blacks seem to bleed together to form a vaguely shadowesk shape. The odd nature of the design leads the eye to focus towards the center, and if one stares at it long enough it is almost as if two small discolourations in the fabric form hollow eyes that are staring back.
Compared to the other denzins wandering the club, the girl is starkly colourless. Her eyes are darkened, but she wears no other make-up. This coupled with her pristine white tresses and almost identically shaded skin gives her face a soft but dramatic look. Even though her faded appearance and gentle demeanor set her apart from the other patrons, there is something about the unobtrusive nature of her stance that seems to encourage the eye to pass right over her. Indeed no one else on that floor has shown any inkling of her presence, but she appears to be quite familiar with the solitude, content to simply commune before the strange tapestry.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 6:07 am
Nova Blancke ~ Moon~ "Sorry, I forgot. But sure I guess I have the time. Not like anybody coming in today. I"ll bring you something for your time. Perhaps. I'll see you in a minute Kitten." Moon said as he hung up the phone. Walking over to the counter he grabbed something underneath it and left the store. After locking it properly he looked up at it. Bloodstone Arms....fitting name, don't ya think?
{ - The Muse - }The many sectors of New Berlin, the planet, are divided by theme. Berlin, the capital city and current location of the Muse, is actually regionally divided into 5 separate themed areas. The Muse resides in the gothic sector. As such, the buildings here are not allowed to reach over 10 stories high, and few have clearance to get even that far. The architecture is traditionally stone or brick, the streets lined with old fashioned looking street lamps. Some would say that if Jack the Ripper were to alive today, this is where he would fancy to frequent. As one travels through towards the edge of the gothic district, the area slowly transitions into a new theme. The gothic region seems to be merge with a thriving metropolis, still dark in nature, but not as limited in style. Busier streets and neon signs lite up above huge entrances to various businesses. This seems to be something of an entertainment sector, filled with restaurants, bars, night clubs, massage parlors and the like. On the skirts of this neon jungle, a large crowd can be seen hovering around one particular building, an entire city block dedicated to a structure rising a mere five stories above the street. The first noticeable aspect is the architecture; the building was cast in an ancient style of Gothic nature, with columns and grand archways of aged marble gracing the walls, the crenelations along the roof marked with gargoyle-like creatures poised to pounce on the crowd gathered beneath, all awaiting entrance through the grand doorways. And looking over that doorway there is a single lit up sign, not as flashy as the others, that reads: "The Muse". Surprisingly, Moon finds that the line at the club goes relatively quickly. It seems that the bouncers are mostly screening the crowd for restricted items, contraband, weapons, and other undesirables. He notices that obvious drunks and junkies are turned away, in spite of the fact that some sinister and unsavory-looking characters still manage to make it through. When he steps up to the front of the line, the bouncers detain him long enough for him to flash his credentials for bring weapons onto the premises. They double check for a current signature from Kendal before allowing him admittance. 'The Muse' is roaring tonight. The music is pulsing, the lights dim. Laser lights weave and cross between and above dancers moving in time on the floor, intoxicated with the beat. On raised platforms around the edge of the center floor, lithe gothic go-go girls slither and writhe to the sound, their reflections mimicking their movements against the mirrored walls surrounding them. Between the bar and the dance floor, a large commanding staircase winds its way to the second floor. Back near the bar counter, where it is a bit quieter to allow for conversation, cute and dangerous looking waitresses in short skirts glide about the tables. Every walk of life the night has to offer can be spotted here. The patrons vary so dramatically that hedonism might just be the only thing they have in common...
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 6:30 am
~Moon~
The beat of the music seemed as if it pulsed through out his veins. The lights themselves seemed to be enough to hypnotize any person that passed through the room. Moon clutched his chest and felt with the tip of his tongue that his canines began to grow slightly. His breathing became heavier. This beat..this temptation was already beginning to loosen his chains. The chains which he uses to constrain his inner beast.
Moon bit his own lip. Slowly blood ran down from the corner of his mouth. The pain was the only way for him to intoxicate himself enough to forget about his surroundings. A dangerous method though as he likes the pain.
While this moment lasted he made his way to the bar. It was a good thing the pain distracted him. Because these waitresses were more then enough to drive him wild by just being there. As he took a seat on a barstool he tried to steady his breathing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:41 am
Minai chan { - Marie - }
Up on the second floor, Marie hovers barely a foot away from a particularly large display against the far right wall. The narrow glass case extends several feet towards the high ceiling, and within it a very ancient looking tapestry floats on a rustic, ebon bar. The dark shades of grays, silvers, and blacks seem to bleed together to form a vaguely shadowesk shape. The odd nature of the design leads the eye to focus towards the center, and if one stares at it long enough it is almost as if two small discolourations in the fabric form hollow eyes that are staring back.
Compared to the other denzins wandering the club, the girl is starkly colourless. Her eyes are darkened, but she wears no other make-up. This coupled with her pristine white tresses and almost identically shaded skin gives her face a soft but dramatic look. Even though her faded appearance and gentle demeanor set her apart from the other patrons, there is something about the unobtrusive nature of her stance that seems to encourage the eye to pass right over her. Indeed no one else on that floor has shown any inkling of her presence, but she appears to be quite familiar with the solitude, content to simply commune before the strange tapestry. Freya's ears raise when she lays her eyes on Marie. Approaching silently, she looks over Marie's shoulder at the tapestry encased before them. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was indeed something strange and freakish about the tapestry. When her eyes traveled to the center of it, she couldn't shake the feeling that something else was looking at her just as hard. She shakes her head to clear the sensation, takes a step back, and shudders. Freya composes herself and says, "Evening Marie."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 10:20 am
Rikki Tikki Travi ~Freya~She shakes her head to clear the sensation, takes a step back, and shudders. Freya composes herself and says, "Evening Marie."
Marie turns her head faintly to Freya, vacant golden eyes not quite settling on the canine's face, but the smile is warm and sincere. "And to you," she murmurs in friendly greeting, "You are here early. That is good. Did you still want to participate in questioning the staff about last night?"
Noticing Freya's reaction to the tapestry, Marie shifts her attention back to the display.
"This is a rather special piece here at the Muse. I have to keep constant vigilance over it," she explains, her tone just as soft and feminine as the rest of her persona, "Most people walk right passed it though. They do not get close enough to feel the energies contained within." Tilting her head faintly in Freya's direction, she queries, "Can you feel his presence?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 10:24 am
Quote: "I fear I have some bad news and some fair news for you," Franky begins calmly, turning her full attention to the girl sitting across from her. "As I am the type that always wishes to be prepared for the worst, we shall get the unpleasantness out of the way first."
~Ember~
Ember extends a hand to take the wine offered to her, offering Thorne a thankful smile before she settles back into the softness of the elegant couch to face the Mistress's decision. A decision had been made, Ember could feel it.
Don't worry kid, you always land on your feet one way or another right?
If the Muse wasn't able to offer her what she needed, and frankly she would understand a polite decline considering the abrupt nature and strangeness of her situation, she would work it out. Survival was not something Ember had ever lost the dice to, she wasn't about to start now.
She took a sip of the wine, savoring the delicate heady flavor as it trickled down her throat to settle warmly in her nervous stomach as she listened intently to the Mistress's explanation. She frowned, distaste and furry contorting her pretty features at the mention of slave traders. <******** scum of the planet...she thought. But there would always be someone to prey on the weak, it was the sad and brutally honest way the world worked. She allowed her facial features to relax, no use getting upset about something you could do nothing about.
She sent out a silent prayer of hope for the girl who she had spoken to before her disappearance, a guilty sting touching her heart as she was unable to even remember her name...Cali, katie? Ember nods as the Mistress finishes speaking and says:
"I understand...I hadn't expected that much could be done for her...although to be honest I really had no idea what to expect when I walked in the door," she gives a rueful smile and continues. "If there's anything I can do to help though...I would be more then willing."
Riiiight, and lose control of yourself like you always do? Great idea Brey, way to make a good first impression, her mind taunts her.
Ember clears her throat, sending a mental boot kick to the head of her constantly prattling inner monologue and pauses a moment before saying quietly;
"So...after hearing that, I'm very curious to hear what the 'fair' news is...?"
She can't help it as the corner of her mouth turns up into a tiny smile, Oh please...please...
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 10:47 am
«<{› ¤Thorne¤ and ¤Urban¤ ‹}>»
Once the drinks were doled out, Thorne perched herself on the arm of one of the nearby diva-couches, a warm smile being offered to both women in return for their silent thanks as she sneaked her data-pad out once more. Listening carefully to the conversation between the new red-head... Ember, right?... and her Mistress, Thorne idly began scrolling through the details of the night once more, a dark-coloured nail occasionally softly tapping on the screen, making adjustments. That very faint tapping, the sound lost in the noise of the club, paused as the mention of the Diener corporation... and a faint flicker of anger crossed those emerald-coloured eyes as she remembered the first forays they attempted. She'd just been a waitress at the time, but... she was far from the only one of Mistress Franky's girls they'd tried to nab.
That was also the time she started living inside the club, rather than in her shabby little apartment... the rent was a tad higher, but Thorne had yet to regret the utter safety she'd lived in since then.
Meanwhile, downstairs at the main bar, Urban finished meticulously folding his silk kerchief, and deftly fastened it about his neck, allowing it to more or less vanish in the collar of his coat. Quick scrub of the hands, a careful rubbing of a certain oil he and the other barkeepers used to prevent the all too typical hazard of mixing drinks, an affliction of the skin called "bar rot", and a final check of the night's sardonic half-smirk, and he was ready to abuse... er... face his guests.
And, behold, the first one was already before him... clad with a bloodied lip and a more than faintly strained look on his face. Urban knew quite well that the gents at the door wouldn't have allowed a junkie in, no matter how well their cred-chip spoke, so this fellow was probably here for business...
Damn.
Time to play nice, at least for a bit, apparently. Idly capturing one of the bar-rags in his spidery-deft fingers, Urban prowled his way through his domain behind the bar, to come to a stop somewhat across from Moon, a single snowy-coloured brow arching over his red-coloured glasses in a sort of greeting. "Hmmm... instead of bleeding on my counter, might I offer you something to occupy yourself with, while you wait for your acquaintance?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 11:08 am
~Moon~
Moon looked up and noticed the drow. By the looks of it he was a bartender. Or at least someone who..."takes" care of people like Moon. Sure he looked friendly now but the ones that seem friendly...most of the time aren't. But even if all he did was talk to him, at least he distracted him.
"Ahhh yes sorry, If it's strong I'll take it. Hell I need it right now. Untill Kendal gets here anyway" He replied whipping away the blood on his chin.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 2:44 pm
Minai chan { - Marie - }
Marie turns her head faintly to Freya, vacant golden eyes not quite settling on the canine's face, but the smile is warm and sincere. "And to you," she murmurs in friendly greeting, "You are here early. That is good. Did you still want to participate in questioning the staff about last night?"
Noticing Freya's reaction to the tapestry, Marie shifts her attention back to the display.
"This is a rather special piece here at the Muse. I have to keep constant vigilance over it," she explains, her tone just as soft and feminine as the rest of her persona, "Most people walk right passed it though. They do not get close enough to feel the energies contained within." Tilting her head faintly in Freya's direction, she queries, "Can you feel his presence?" Freya shifts her eyes past Marie to the tapestry. As she gazes into it, Freya again feels something looking back at her. It makes her feel uneasy, but not necessarily frightened. Her ears twitch in curiosity, her brow furrows. Part of her wants to get closer to it, but the other part wants to go no where near it. She doesn't understand these conflicting feelings, but she has an idea of who does. She focuses her attention back on Marie and answers her query, her tone sincere, "I feel...something, but I'm not sure what it is. It feels like there is someone in the tapestry looking and studying me as I am him. I can't really describe it. I'm guessing there is a story behind this tapestry."
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