Where: Guilty Pleasures With: Aidyn and the bouncer Feeling: still kind of weak, uneasy OOC:
Nero sent another glare at Aidyn before rolling his eyes as the wolf's unspoken remark. The redhead groaned at the thought of the rotten apple he had eaten earlier. Sure, he'd had to resort to eating that kind of stuff before, but like today, it had been his last resort to get something to keep his energy up. The scavenger tilted his head when he caught sight of the bouncer's face, noticing the taller male stopped approaching when he had flinched. He hadn't really meant to flinch, it was just a natural reaction when someone approached him when his attention was on something else.
"I wanted to say thank you, for not immediately throwing us out and feeding us." Sure, he didn't have to say it. But the bouncer had gone out of his way to make sure the two males were at least somewhat safe within the establishment. The young male turned his attention back to the demon when Aidyn walked over to him, looking the other direction quickly when the scantly-clad wolf wrapped his arm around the human's waist. He felt his cheeks get a little hot and he shook his head. "N-no, no problem. I'm not really sure how long I can stay on my feet by myself anyway."
Nero kicked himself, why was he allowing himself to admit that he was weak? Shaking his head and dismissing the thought, the scavenger followed the bouncer alongside Aidyn. The stairs were a bit of a struggle for the redhead, his muscles still not wanting to fully respond. But he pushed on anyway, allowing Aidyn to help him. Once they reached their destination, it quickly became clear that something was making the bouncer nervous. From what Nero could see, the bouncer could not knock on the door for some reason and the tone in the taller male's voice made it clear that he was worried about whatever could be going on inside the room.
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A pillar of fire would drop down from out of no where creating a bright blazing light, soon the pillar sinks into the ground creating a scorched circle around the fire demon known as Muramasa. He secretly followed the two rats that escaped his grasp. Taking a deep inhale as he could detect their scent from where he stood, they were here and now he knows it. He was still in his demonic form as his long tail whips to and fro. 'They're here, the scent is feint but I know the rats have fled here. No one hides from me for long if at all. Hmmm? What's this I sense? Heh, someone's having a time up top, think I'll let myself in and see the show.' Muramasa thought as he grips the handle of the door and pulled it open and walked right in closing the door heading right for where the real party was going down.
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Oh oh oh, this kid was amusing. He returned Aidyn’s a*****e statements and body language with such childish little glares. It was probably good that the bouncer was leading them along right now, otherwise the wolf demon would have taken this as a fun opportunity to pick on him for it and continue the little banter.
He knew this was troublesome for the other male for many reasons on top of this misplaced master, but he wasn’t going to be the one throwing around thanks. Aidyn instead simply nod in agreement and pulled the red head along and up the nicely kept set of stairs.
There was something immediately wrong when they approached and that was proven by the man’s hand being unable to knock as it usually would. Additionally, Aidyn couldn’t even sense the slightest hint of another being existing beyond the door… again that could have been just his weaker abilities. He didn’t know.
“Something wrong?” He asked, guiding Nero to the wall on the side of the staircase so he could support himself. “Hold your self up for a bit, okay?” The way the man’s voice had raised didn’t feel right, the wavering in his body language didn’t feel right.
Out of curiosity he moved up next to the bouncer and held out his hand, almost in a cautious manner, and reached out to the door mimicking the way the other had. It was a test to see if the other male just happened to have a weird hesitation at knocking or if he honestly couldn’t.
His hand stopped in the same distance as the other, blocked by… something. An interested look came over his face and he leaned forward to poke it again, as if that’d make a sort of difference. He didn’t expect it to… but it did?
In that tiny moment was when the barrier around the room had broken somehow and instead of bumping into an invisible wall, Aidyn’s finger jammed into the wood of the door. “Aw ********—“ He yelped, retracting his hand back. What's more he could now feel an immense amount of unfamiliar energy pouring through that little hole from the room. Interesting. The demon reached out with the other hand, wrapping pale fingers around the doorknob and turning it the slightest bit.
“What’s wrong man, can’t open a door?” Aidyn said with a smirk, peering up at the distressed bouncer. His tail wagged as if oh nothing happened, it was like this all along.
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
There was a precarious place between accepting a friend as your God and worshipping what they were as a force in the world, what one truly believed they could be. Maybe instead of worship it should have been called ‘devotion.’ But an abstract devotion, devotion that was linked inexorably with St. Vier as category, and not necessarily St. Vier as person, or friend.
Jean-Claude had come upon this distinction once before with St. Vier. It had been one of the early times they’d met apart from meeting for business (Jean-Claude had commissioned slaves he didn’t need just to see the man for extended periods, plying him with food and drink until he could turn the conversation away from his ideal slave’s specifications to…anything else). They had been in the wastes together, ostensibly hunting a creature St. Vier wanted for Haven. St. Vier had been tracking it for weeks, and had finally invited Jean-Claude to the day he intended to be the day he’d actually capture the thing.
It went well. Looking up at St. Vier, perched behind the head of a massive, reptilian creature, smiling his satisfaction down at Jean-Claude had been a good moment. A moment followed by the creature’s unlikely escape, St. Vier’s near fatal recovery of it, the arrival of a whole family of the things, and…well. He had learned how to worship a concept, however temporarily. Rather, had learned how to worship St. Vier. If he had not, if St. Vier had not guided him through it, they would both certainly be dead.
It had been much easier to bring himself there this time. In a way it had felt natural, a feeling that likely required further thought.
Unfortunately, Jean-Claude could not sustain his prayer for long. His mouth became entirely unable to form words as Vol’s poison finished disintegrating his mouth and jaw, the black tongue finally sloughing off along with it.
He fell to hands and knees, feeling the slow creep of confusion cease.
He would heal. As soon as his body halted the progress of the poison, it could start to rid itself of it. Unfortunately again, this was a process that would be greatly aided by blood.
His devotion cut off as he fell forward, finally unconscious, at least for the moment.
Mood: Past being able to sustain worship With: St. Vier, St. Vier’s orbed-up slave, Volithious Du'Mon Teufel
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••• St. × Vier
In a sharp contrast to his usual self, St. Vier wiped tears from Volithius’s eyes tenderly, cooing at his pain as if the man were a child who’d scraped his knee. There was no condescension or patronizing tone to it; rather, it was a sincere call to stop crying, the suggestion backed by the suggestive force that had forced the tears in the first place.
The invisible force keeping Volithius pinned eased, and the scientist would instead feel a multitude of arms and hands pull him to his knees, in exact tandem with St. Vier leaning back and remaining on his own knees.
St. Vier gripped the back of the man’s head gently, slowly tilting his head to the side to bestow a kiss, carefully maintaining eye contact all the while.
With both sources of worship building on each other, Volithius would feel an even stronger draw, the pressure to submit into worship building, multiplying and multiplying, filling him, growing in him--
Until Jean-Claude fell unconscious.
There was no weakening, no slow awakening for Volithius. As simply as it had come, St. Vier went from godlike, worthy of worship, worthy of the utmost devotion to--nothing. Rather, nothing he hadn’t been to the other minutes before.
St. Vier reeled. There was no physical pain or “consequence” for the abrupt end. Rather, the loss hit him emotionally; to have had him, to have lost him…
Another breath, and he became painfully aware of his proximity to the scientist. They were actually touching.
St. Vier was touching his skin.
Knowing he could not move away in time, in desperation St. Vier reached for the ankh that was Ahkmet’s final limiter. He’d never considered letting Ahkmet become his god self proper--not here--but if there was a time for it, it was now.
Ahkmet's milky hues flash open upon Vier's command as the Jackal God crossed his arms over his chest, sand filled the orb encasing ahkmet within it as power surged from within his prison. Not long after he had encased himself in sand, the sand would melt away revealing the Jackal God in all his glory. Ahkmet placed his paw like hand upon the curved surface of his orb like prison slowly absorbing the lifelike energies that seemed to be fueling this strange contraption."Hadha la ymkn 'an yuhmilani lifatrat tawila. li'ana almawt sawf yastahlik alttaqat alty tahmiluni fi hadha alsijn , eindama 'ataharar ... 'ant satuhkim ealaa alealam ..."The Jackal God spoke in his native language. Which followed by a low snarl to indicate that the Jackal God was far from pleased to be confined.
Where: Guilty Pleasures With: Vier, Jean - Claude, and Vol Form: The Jackal God Song:
Translation: "This cannot hold me for long. For death will consume the energy that holds me in this prison, when I break free... you shall be judged scientist.."
Security had hesitated to converge on Muramasa as he appeared in front of Guilty Pleasures. At least one of them recognized him as a regular--as, even, someone who had worked as a dancer on contract before. Jean-Claude took the oppurtunities he could to raise the local community up, even as he drained them. It was true that the guest dancer spots were only available to highly attractive locals, but that was just good business.
As Muramasa moved inside, however, not even attempting to interact with the bouncer who’d taken over for Len, two other security staff broke station to move at Muramasa’s pace.
”Sir” one of them tried, his voice holding warning.
”Return to the entrance immediately. If we can just identify and process you, sir…” They fumbled, trying to straddle the line between following proper protocol and not pissing off a regular customer.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2019 1:13 pm
•Follow me if you dare: Guilty PleasuresXXX•You're in my way...: A couple of security guards.XXX•My current mood: Excited still
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At the behest of these two fools, Mura stopped his movement and turned his head to face the local security."Muramasa, Muramasa Tomatsu. From time to time I dance here as Jean's guest dancer or fill in for one that can't make it. Apologies for the rude entrance but I am here on personal business, a mutt and a human fled from me and came here to hide from me. I know your following protocol. But I'm sure Jean does not mind me coming.."Mura cooed as he turned to fully face the two males as his tail sways to and fro in a seductive manner.
Security stopped, relieved, when the demon stopped moving through the club like he was going to kill someone immediately. They were also happy to have confirmation of his name: he was a known quantity, and there was security in knowing who he was. For one, there could be consequences for failing to abide by the club’s rules, if it came to that. Jean-Claude knew where all of his dancers could be found. Usually this was for positive reasons, like providing escorts home to assure none of them were harassed by customers on their way home. But it could also be used to claim accountability.
They didn’t love the idea of the demon’s ‘personal business,’ since it sounded like the demon meant to bring violence into the club.
”…Please be sure not to incite violence inside Guilty Pleasures, sir” was the best they could do. They didn’t comment on the demon only said half of Jean-Claude’s name either, though one of them twitched as if they wanted to.
The other was busy looking at the demon’s tail. Since they worked here, they were used to beautiful people. That didn’t mean they didn’t appreciate it.
”Have a safe and pleasurable time.”
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2019 1:16 pm
A greedy breath inhaled the moment the pressure on his body was relieved. A short comfort. He felt himself ragged by multiple hands as he was dolled up onto his knees. "Urg-!" his broken leg took on his weight, the broken ribs shifted and jabbed at his insides, his broken arm limp at his side but even in this messed up state he still managed to keep his other hand in his jacket. His eye couldn't look away from St.Vier, not for a second, not even a blink was permitted but that was okay, it was god's will.
There was a tug on his head and his eye followed gods stare and watched him grace his cheek with a kiss. This made Volithious open his mind and activate the mental channel between them.
Oh... my dearest god....
The scientist actually started to pray from his falsified belief which was turning very real from the drug of his trance. And what he was about to say would humiliate his countless years of science and personal beliefs. He focused on his thoughts as he looked at that godly gaze and opened his mouth to give the prayer a real voice.
He blinked.
Then blinked again.
Reality came crashing down like icy water on his face and the pieces of his mind slotted back together in their rightful places. Volithious looked at St.Vier blankly from suddenly being sling shot back into his right mind. The fragile looking creature who just a moment ago Vol saw as a...god, his god. Disgusting.
All thoughts were his own again and he instantly disregarded all forced feelings and absurd prayers that dared to poison his mind. But then everything came flooding back to him and the humiliation and anger hit. To have been so controlled- no, changed by a mere gaze. Volithious wanted to avoid that happening again at all costs. All of these thoughts ticked in the space of a second and not only that, because of the sudden return of willpower his body had panicked and gone into some sort of reset mode so all of his broken bones quickly began to crack back together and his wounds healed. Thank the mother, he got a lucky break there.
Time seemed like it was in slow motion for a brief moment as Vol watched St.Vier try to flee from him. That same St.Vier who he had been after for so long was so... so close. Running away so soon? After what you just did?
No chance.
The hand in Vol's jacket finally got it's chance, his fingers locked around one of the hidden contents and with a killing pounce the enraged scientist threw himself at St.Vier; His free hand clamped over the man's eyes and slammed the back of his head into the ground. He didn't even consider that would send him unconscious or disorientate him enough, no he believed it wouldn't, he trusted absolutely none of his previous assumptions about this creature, not after what just happened.
Vol's other hand pulled out from his attire holding a thick syringe which had a glowing orange liquid inside. He quickly jabbed it right into the side of St.Vier's neck and injected it's full contents. Vol didn't think he'd get a chance to use this on the creature since he never thought the man would tread so foolishly close without protection. Though Vol wondered where on earth that power from before suddenly went, he was worried that it would return so he was taking no chances.
He hoped this serum would work but it was only theories that it would, he'd spent weeks working on some of St.Vier's blood which he stole and tried to see what would affect it. From his calculations this had a chance of crippling the man but Vol wasn't 100% sure of it's success, especially now that he knows more about him, in fact he was a bit uneasy it might have entirely different affects on the creature.
Throwing the empty needle on the ground, Vol reached into his coat while using his body to try and hold St.Vier down. When it came to a battle of strength, he had the upper hand against the frailer body- at least while the pale creature was in this state. Vol pulled out a long surgery blade. Those eyes of the slave master made Volithious far too nervous, yet he was still so furious that he pulled away his hand from the man's eyes and grabbed his jaw. Vol, against his better health, opened his red eye with a glaring fury and burned his intent into those resistant eyes, paralyzing St.Vier to receive his punishment. "I'm your god now." he coldly stated while presenting the knife in clear view. He slowly moved it closer to St.Vier's frozen eye, giving him a a taste of dread and oh how Volithious would of just loved to do this slowly and relish the moment but time was against him.
The atheist sliced over St.Vier's eyes as fast and deep as he could with the blade. It was regretful that he had to damage such precious body parts but Vol was too much of a nervous wreck to risk a repeat of his downfall, he could still felt the damn tears on his cheeks drying up.
His anger calmed slightly but not enough to stop further punishment. He dropped the blade on the ground and picked the struggling St.Vier up by his throat as he stood up, Vol whipped around and launched a harsh kick into St.Vier's stomach, sending the creature across the room towards the unconscious vampire. The attack made Vol feel a little better, but just a little. He didn't want to leave St.Vier unattended for too long so he marched towards him.
Vol stopped next to the giant orb that was pulsing with power. He planned to touch the thing to regain back ownership, but it was obviously not smart to touch whatever was bleeding from it. He would of been happy as it was like a gift wrapped new lab experiment but... "Shame." Vol closed his eyes as he accepted it's loss. The orb wasn't going to hold out against the overwhelming strength and it was likely going to break from it, it won't be destroyed but it will probably be put out of commission for a while to rebuild itself. Vol had no time for that so he just carried on walking towards the other two.
The writhing St.Vier and unconscious vampire. From their state he could take them both right now. Yes... it was doable.
A vicious pain stabbed Vol in his red eye and almost punched him unconscious as his world flashed black and white. The scientist stumbled backwards slightly clutching his eye which began to bleed. He hunched over to try and calm himself, holding his head tightly. Damn it! He shouldn't of opened his eye again, the greed to set fear into St.Vier was now biting him in the a**. Vol grit his teeth and endured the pounding headaches then looked back up with his good eye at the two Master's on the ground.
Voices shouted from outside the room. He was out of time.
Quickly Vol grabbed the vampire and threw him over his shoulder, it was moments like this when the scientist was thankful that he worked out. He then moved over to St.Vier and grabbed him by the hair with his free hand and dragged him towards the window. Vol's breaths grew heavier but he was stubborn about taking them both. "I'm not letting you go so easily, St.Vier!" his grip tightened on the man's hair ready to rag him along.
Any moment now, the seal over the room will shatter.
Vol was more than ready to jump through the window with these limp catches of the night. All he had to do was get outside and his transport which was still hidden in the sky would pick him up. He just needed a few spare seconds. He could defiantly get away with one of them but since he had two it was an uncertain escape, yet he refused to choose so he accepted the risk in trying to kidnap both Masters.
Then as predicted, the orbs seal over the room shattered, echoing it's break like sounds of smashing glass.
As if the redhead had read his mind, he stopped Len to thank him for his help. Len stared down at the other in surprise, surprise translating on his face into a rather scary stare.
”You…you’re welcome.” His voice, too, came across as somehow slightly angry, though Len wasn’t angry in the slightest. It was just how he was, how his body was.
He tried smiling slightly at the boy, hoping that would get his appreciation across. This was, of course, before he was at the door.
Back at the door, Len was beginning to think he might be going crazy--more likely, he’d been on shift too long and it was time for him to go rest. He could have sworn he couldn’t open the door…
But there it was. Mouth thinning into a hard line, Len pushed past the white-haired problem into the room, less to be rude than out of training that demanded he enter a place Jean-Claude might be in before any untested quantity.
What he saw inside brought him up short. He didn’t know the man currently moving toward the window, but he certainly recognized Jean-Claude’s friend St. Vier--he’d only had one experience with the man, but one had been enough. His eyes…
And then he saw Jean-Claude. He might not have recognized the club owner if it hadn’t been for his hair, the clothes he was wearing. Where his face should have been was a splintered, dripping mess of gore. Was he…but no, he couldn’t just assume the man was dead. And if he was--honestly, Len didn’t know what to do if he was. This was outside his job description. The whole situation was above his pay grade. Anything that could…kill, or do that to a master vampire could ******** him up without thinking. But he couldn’t just do nothing.
He shot one hand out across the door frame, at least trying to keep his two problems from entering the dangerous area.
In a surprisingly calm tone, he looked back at the white-haired man. There was only one thing he could think to do.
”Outside, there are two enormous men. Tell them St. Vier is in danger. Quickly!” It wasn’t that he particularly cared about St. VIer--his one memorable encounter had not been a pleasant one, and he’d been left feeling humiliated and vaguely emotionally damaged for days afterward--but the last time St. Vier had come he’d brought those…things standing stock still outside the club. He didn’t know what they were, but if the creepy man used them as guards, taking down what was escaping with St. Vier could help Jean-Claude too.
Mood: Attempting to take action, panic pushed down With: two people to protect (upgraded from problems), a mysterious ball, St. Vier, Jean-Claude ('s corpse?), a powerful aggressor
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2019 10:07 am
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Where: Guilty Pleasures With: Aidyn, Len and a few others Feeling: uneasy, on high alert, sick to his stomach and a little freaked out OOC:
The redhead leaned against the wall Aidyn lead him to, nodding to the wolf that he was okay to stand on his own for the moment. He watched in silence as both males tried to knock or touch the door, to no avail. While he didn't quite have the same senses Aidyn did, something about that started making the scavenger nervous. And it was obviously making the larger male nervous as well. And the tension only seemed to rise when the invisible barrier suddenly shattered. The male couldn't help but snicker a little as the wolf jammed his finger on the door. Considering how the day had been so far, Nero was glad for the small reason to crack a smile and laugh.
But his grin was quickly wiped away when the bouncer opened the door into the room. There were three other males inside, one making his way towards the window. The scavenger quickly glanced around the room, taking in the rest of the scene before him. Some type of orb sat off to the side, clearly containing something inside it. The other standing male seemed to be dazed for the moment but held something in his hand, although Nero could not clearly make out what it was. And the last male... Nero felt his stomach lurch at the sight of the unconscious male on the floor.
Sure, he had seen some pretty messed up things out in the Wastes but nothing like this, The entire bottom jaw of the male was gone, leaving only a bloody mess of gore. The redhead quickly turned away from the scene, holding his stomach with one hand and placing the other over his mouth. His normally steady blue eyes were wide with shock and fear, something he could not let anyone else see right now, not with his current state and not with knowing most, if not all, of the males in the room, were masters. Nero only vaguely registered the bouncer yelling back towards them, probably more specifically at Aidyn as the larger male told them there were some other men who could help with the situation inside the room.
•Follow me if you dare: Guilty PleasuresXXX•You're in my way...: SecurityXXX•My current mood: Excited
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Mura listened to them recite a warning to not incite violence within the club, from what he sensed, violence has already been incited but not by his hand. Reaching out to caress one of the guards cheek with a seductive smirk marring his dark skinned face."From what I can tell, violence has already been incited on the upper level of the club. However I will not incite further as long as my prey don't resist, if they do then I will humbly pay for any damages that I accidentally cause, does that sound reasonable?"Mura stated in a seductive coo as his crimson hues blaze lightly while his tail continued to sway back and forth.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2019 7:38 pm
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon His moment of toying with the other male was broken only seconds after as a shattering noise clattered before them in what seemed like the direction of the door. For that reason and his lack of care for the matter, he allowed the larger male to push past him. He didn’t know what he expected on the other side of that door, but it sure as hell wasn’t what was presented.
What he saw were three males. Two slung over one's shoulder as he looked to be attempting to make an escape. Aidyn recognized the scent of one, that being Jean Claude who looked nothing like himself. The room they were leaving, was quite honestly a bloody mess. This didn’t faze the wolf demon, not after the “messes” he’d witness during these years of living with raiders. In fact, there were plenty of times that he made the bloody mess whether it be at the command of Dante or not. However, it seemed like the kid he’d picked up in his travels had far less experience with this sort of sight.
“Ey kid, don’t lose what little ya consumed before your body can use it.” Aidyn commented when the boy turned away, clasping his mouth as if something wanted to force its way out. He was incredibly calm in the situation similar to the bouncer, but perhaps that was just because he was desitized to it.
Aidyn watched in amusement when the larger male threw his arm in their path as if they might want to step into that nasty mess. He had no interest in getting involved. It was none of his business… but then again there was a degree of opportunity in that room. He could only assume that these two other men were masters, or at the very least the man carrying them a hunter of sorts. Either way, getting on the right person’s good side in this world was key to a comfortable survival…
A lot was being calculated in his head in the short moment before his favorite roadblock spoke up. Ear perked and Aidyn gave this statement consideration. There were reasons that made this option more appealing. This was a place he had to frequent with Dante for one, and having bad blood of any sort could be problematic. Hell, there’d be nothing to frequent if this place went under because the vampire was gone. That would make for an unhappy incubus that the wolf had no interest in dealing with. (Not that he knew if the man was a live or dead anyhow.) Then there was the fact that this man found the two of them and didn’t immediately throw them out to the mercy of the stupid fire demon. Even took care of them to some extent which was… surprising to say the least. He knew nothing about these other two men and the one who seemingly had a hand in a good part of this situation gave Aidyn a terrible feeling. Was it the look in his eye? Something else?
...
So in his final decision, he nod. “Enormous huh?” He was tempted to make a joke at that, but he could hear the urgency in the man's overly calm voice and decided against it. He didn’t say more and just pat the red head on the shoulder then simply hopped in a spin down to the next step and began his way down to the main floor again.
It was fortunate that Aidyn had been given this outfit, somehow, because now he could at least blend in to some extent by playing the role of an employee prancing around in a skimpy little outfit. Every ounce of him remained alert as he pushed his way past various customers until… oh ********. His senses that would ordinarily be able to catch on to power shifts were messy now and he hadn’t even noticed the previously mentioned fire demon make his presence known in the club.
A frown crossed his face as he eye’d the demon that was currently chatting with the security in what seemed like a somewhat friendly manner… great… they let that in? He had to make himself invisible if he was going to make it outside without any problems and he had to do it before this conversation ended. He skirt around the patrons in a dance like manner in attempt to remain hidden, only moving in motions that sent him closer to the door without compromising his cover. He didn’t stop to see if it worked, but he at the very least made it out the door to the extent where he could visualize two overly large and ugly creatures that seemed to be waiting.
“Ey big guy,” he started, quickly addressing whichever of the two was closest. “I don’t know what this means to you, but some “St. Vier” is in danger.”
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
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••• St. × Vier
St. Vier knew Ahkmet had failed to break through by the fact that Volithius didn’t suddenly fall limp, that the room didn’t suddenly teem with the undead. Something punched into his neck, and he felt the chill of something foreign being pumped into him. The effects weren’t immediately obvious, and he managed to take the kick to his center well, or rather as well as was possible. He crumpled, tumbling over his sides several times before coming at a rest, hair covering his face, leveled against the ground.
One palm flat against the ground, St. Vier righted himself. Something thick coated his face--blood and something else. Even closing his eyes against the world was impossible, the movement too painful, the instinct to do so strong nonetheless but not stronger than the desire to find a way to see. He stared with only the faintest light making it through the ruined apparatus that were his eyes. Without sight, the world was suddenly confusing, unmarked sounds difficult both to really locate and identify. His body was too warm--Volithis’s potion having some undoubtedly poor effect on his system--and his limbs didn’t quite follow his command. There was only so much he could do to bare-knuckle against it, but he managed enough to keep himself conscious of Volithius’s movements. Enough, anyway, to feel the scientist wrap a hand in his hair and drag.
He could have resisted. He wanted to resist, but stopped himself. As humiliating as it was to be pulled along like some itinerant scavenger robbed of choice by a club to the head, it would have been far worse to be pulled away, now, to a place markedly harder to escape from than this, Jean-Claude’s current home.
Jean-Claude. He hadn’t thought of the vampire in several moments, and there was no room for him now. No room for anything but Volithius. Eventually, soon, he’d think to look for his friend, and fail to see the mess that had been made of him. But now--he gathered his breath, preparing a specific strike, likely the only one he’d get. He didn’t intend it to actually disable Volithius, now. He needed only to free himself, and consider anything else an acceptable loss. Even Jean-Claude….
Yes, even Jean-Claude. If he left now—
Well, he would be better able to probe against Volithius’s personal grounds in the future when he was stronger…wouldn’t he?
In truth, no. Part of the reason St. Vier hadn’t mounted such an offensive against the scientist thus far was that he simply didn’t know where Volithius’s labs were. He had spent some time searching, but in the last year the scientist had finally slipped from being among his top priorities. Slipped enough that when he’d wanted a tool he couldn’t make himself, it had seemed acceptable to contact the man for it. Foolish as this had been, he was determined to give himself a chance not to repeat the mistake.
”…” Fingers gripped his own hair at the scalp, and if he’d had a blade it would have been a simple matter of sheering the thick mas of it from his head. Indeed, he had such a blade, as there was no difference in what he wore in Haven (where a small blade was frequently useful and so often standardly tucked someone on his person. The only times he didn’t have such a blade where when he wasn’t entirely sure yet of a new acquisition’s ability to overwhelm him bodily through whatever bindings he’d put in place). But--no, it would take too long. It was better to use the blade for something else.
The right moment came when the seals around the room shattered, the sudden noise the best distraction he was likely to get. He forced himself to relax into the tight grip on hair, teeth gritted against the indignity, both hands to his waist, delicate pads of his fingers searching for--there. He pulled a thin blade, aiming to cut the fingers gripping him either sufficiently deeply that Volithius would have to release him, or better yet off entirely.
He cut in a sharp jerk, feeling something in Volithius’s hand give.
”Ahkmet!” he called out again, his voice sharp with more anger than fear.
--
Outside Guilty Pleasures, two identical figures stood stock still, their eyes unfocused and pointed forward. They were not inclined to acknowledge anything around them, and would not have at all if Aidyn hadn’t said the only name they cared about--or rather, responded to.
The one Aidyn had spoken to peered down at him, gaze focusing in and the mouth mutely repeating the name.
It was unclear if they would have responded, if they understood the word ‘trouble’ or understood language at all, but the half-demon’s words combined with the sudden shattering of something around where they thought (knew?) their master to be, and the two turned to the wall, climbing it with a quickness that should have been impossible with their size, limbs stretched out like lizards.
One of them, marginally quicker, made it to the window first, and upon seeing St. Vier on the floor reached one bare arm back and smashed it through the glass, grabbing for Volithius’s throat, seeking him to pull him out.
”Rhine Jive Click”
”Sadistic Nox”
” xXYoung_Lord_CielXx”
”Kitty_Mew”
”Adrenaline-Threat-Angel2”
((Rolled fail on resisting serum and escaping grip, success on hurting Vol and the Kirs interceding. ))
