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 Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 3:07 pm
Thorne (Masked) | | 25/25 | | Playing along
Thorne hummed, attentive to Alois's hungry words. A partner? That was what Alois needed? There was a smile playing at the edge of his lips. He felt electric and unmade, but it felt good, good, good. It felt good to have the freedom of movement. The freedom of a leash unwound. How many months had he played good cop instead of bad? How many days had he endeared listening to sickening renditions of babe until he'd broken that uncertain and fragile and bitter part of his twins life apart?
Maybe he'd been drawn to Alois when caged in that world because he had tasted something acidic and elastic in the volatile man. Something worth his while. A dream that split itself between pain and pleasure and left him uncertain of where they might end. It was like standing on the edge of a roof top, one foot hovering in the air. It was like dancing a flame over the edge of his fingers.
Dangerous, that was what Alois was. Unknown.
Thorne didn't have to worry about trying to break this one. Here, they played a different game.
"What a tragedy," Thorne purred. "Do you really think there is anyone here worthy of your time?" His eyes flared beneath the rabbit mask and it clinked unpleasantly at the tilt of his head, the crease of a grin in the corner of his mouth.
"A better one?" Thorne echoed, his voice a low, sweet sound. Like poison. Like sugar. Like a wasp hiding in honey. "What did you have in mind?" His arms unwound from his back. He offered one hand to Alois and dipped his head into an elegant half-bow.
"Lead me," he said.
It sounded like a dare.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 3:29 pm
The Spinel Lady: 25/25, talking to Unmasked Alois Her response is a flat-handed slap. The crack echoes across the room. People stop to stare. "You are nothing," she hissed, eyes crackling with her rage. "How dare you address me by name, or question me. As if Ezra were of a level to be tithed, as if he were a useless little worm like you!" She takes his face in hand, her grip punishingly tight. " ALEXANDER," she says. "Come here!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 3:43 pm
alois scholz (masked) || 25/25 || firty mcflirtpants Alois smiled, close-lipped, careful. „You entertain me. Are you fishing for compliments, Thorne? You’ve already passed that judgment yourself. Now come - we have much we can do with our few hours here.“ Alois twined fingers in Thorne’s, knotted, tight, yet warm. Encouraging. The path was long, but Alois knew the way. He didn’t mind the longer roads between prattling crowds and cavorting guests. He looked amongst the crowds, specifically near the Burning Man, and his smile dissipated.
His mood did not. „Thorne,“ he started, and his feathered gaze caught the bejeweld mask. He enjoyed the subtle clinks of each bead against another. „I serve Father and you serve the beautiful Spinel Lady. We’ve never once interfered with one another, and I do not plan to start such affairs now. But…“ His breath caught quietly, a bird amongst a spider’s nest. „I’m terribly curious. I want to see how she taught you to handle the… Lesser ones. If they never quite achieved worthiness, then another visit paid to their sorrowful souls should do no harm to her brilliant image. Show me how you dealt with them. How you deal with them. I’m certain we can find one of our lesser halves around here somewhere… Perhaps in the auxilliary rooms?“ His grip tightened, a long thumb passing firmly down the side of Thorne’s hand.
„Maybe afterward we’ll exchange a few secrets.“ He left himself vague.
Cutting through the crowd left him straying close to Thorne, and he shied not away. Brush of shoulder against shoulder was welcome, and more invitation left for greater sweeps of fabric together. His free hand pressed against Thorne’s hip once or more as waiters passed before them.
A crack came, a cane against the floor Alois first thought, until he heard the Spinel Lady’s call for her best servant.
„Go,“ he ushered with a squeeze of Thorne’s arm. He loosed his grasp. „I’ll wait for you.“
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 3:44 pm
Shun Kuroda 25/25 | ... Attempting an intervention? Before Shun could truly walk away after their little private conversation, he paused as the Spinel Lady got really angry at the unmasked one that was standing nearby. Oh boy. This could get really ugly, based on what he knew from Thorne. He didn't know who the guy was, and didn't owe him anything as such. And this could backfire so easily. But he spoke up anyway. "Excuse the unmasked one, please. All of the the excitement tonight may be causing them to slip. Many eyes are upon you right now."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 4:04 pm
Thorne (Masked) | | 25/25 | | Coming to moms aid!!!!
Thorne clicks his tongue in response to Alois. There is a hiss of pleasure that burns in his throat, cold and warm at the same time. He is a contradiction in of himself. Violence runs through him like a current, leashed only by his affection for certain creatures in attendance tonight.
"Oh not at all," he says, "Vanity is something I left behind long ago. Rather, I'm looking to steal your time." There is a soft trickle of laughter. "I might not be vain, but I am selfish, after all."
And then Alois does what he does best to Thorne. He surprises him. He plays right into his hand. He asks for things no one else ever will. And he knows that Thorne will give that to him. Because they are built from a similar foundation. But the Burning Man is a family oriented patron. Servitude is a different animal all together beneath his domain.
As for Melany's...
Exquisite beauty, Thorne thought, and absolute obedience.
"As you wish," he says, his voice low and burning, his eyes on Alois and Alois only. He feels the electricity burn through him, renewed, tasting like battery acid. His eyes slide over the masked version of Alois, a grin on his face, wicked and unmade.
But then - oh, he is called upon.
Thorne blinks as soon as his name cuts across the breadth of the room, and his head snaps up like a dog who's leash has been pulled. His mouth curves into an open smile and he looks back at the masked Alois with an expression that promises violence, danger, a dare a dare a dare.
"Promise to wait," he says, viciously, cruelly, raising one hand and sliding it over Alois's cheek, jaw, neck, pulse. "We'll play our little game once this is over."
He steps backwards and turns, a figure that slices through the crowd of dancers in quick, wolfish steps. He is a predator, that much is obvious. He is a wolf on a chain. And Melany knows. It was Melany who sharpened his teeth, after all.
He is beside Melany in an instant, perfectly postured, his smile a cold, hard blade.
"Madam," he says, bowing low. When he straightens, his eyes flick to her prey beneath the gilded gold of his rabbit mask. "Shall I?" He intones, curious, watchful.
He waits on Melany to tell him how far, how far.
He waits on Melany to tell him how to bite.
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Silverah rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 4:06 pm
Finn Derouen | 25/25 | talking to the Burning ManFor a moment, the Burning Man's statement made Finn doubt everything he knew about the situation. Were they trapped? But they so obviously were, so he doubled down. "Yes," he said, "I'm sure they're trapped. How can they leave?" At which point a number of things happened very quickly and Finn had to dive out of the way of The Spinel Lady, Thorne, and Alois simultaneously trying to kill each other. "Holy s**t what the ********."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 4:23 pm
jeremiah mercer || 27/27 || coming back from a failed favor and now there's some s**t going down Jeremiah takes the information from Ezra with a nod and a polite nod towards Finn as well. It also, of course, leads to him disappearing for a bit on a failed attempt to deal something for him. Which leads to coming back to Spinel Lady and- For ******** sake. " Really." Still, he is there and he watches carefully as Shun tries to deter her from reaching out more so. A look towards his husband implies that, for the time being, perhaps they should be elsewhere.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 4:26 pm
[25/25 | EVE]: noticing the commotion
Eve sat agape at the flurry of hostility suddenly taking place. Here we go again, was all she could think, bitterly amused in spite of herself.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 4:34 pm
algernon mercer || 25/25 || distracted now So her lack of mask meant something. This ball was different than those previous. Why? Algie's mouth opened with more possible conversation when he was interrupted by an outburst coming from the Lady. It seemed to dominate everyone's attention. "Pardon me..." He murmured to Adoelle, moving back closer to Jeremiah since he'd returned. Perhaps he could resume talking to the young woman later. There was a quiet glance to Jeremiah and his hand found the other's.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 4:35 pm
alois scholz (unmasked) || 25/25 || b***h slaps like a freight train She struck, his neck popped, his cheek grew numb before pain rolled in waves across his face. Next he felt the sting, and heat trickling down his cheek. She gripped him tight through his wince, and his only response was to grasp her wrist with all the strength he could muster in turn (it didn’t compare - it never compared, even with Father’s training). „You speak in riddles and bullshit,“ he eked out, his gaze wandering from her to the crackling flame to her again. „You sit on your passetic, pretentious little perch and make a show of yourself and drive us to do zese petty little tasks and for what? So you can gloat? I’ll spit in your ******** wineglass before I bend knee to you again!“
Her grip vice-tight, Alois could not move his head. She summoned for one of her dogs and he couldn’t watch it come. He couldn’t see beyond her, the Burning Man, the few guests gazing on in horror or pity or whimsy. Some enjoyed it, he was certain.
Someone else stepped in (Shun), but he doubted such words would offer any recourse.
Father, he was certain, was disappointed. But perhaps he knew in Alois’ taking that his nature was one to careen off the paths with misguided interests and protectiveness. These were not solicitations fancying an uprising. No, Alois cared little for the tithe beyond his particular people.
„Sic your dogs if zat’s how you play. Watch from your high horse in glee. You’f answered enough by action alone, wench.“
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 4:41 pm
The Spinel Lady: 25/25, DISCIPLINING A DISOBEDIENT CHILD Her free hand whips out to point one black-painted nail at Shun. "You will be silent and know your place." The masked Thorne arrives and Melany smiles at him, tight and strained, but she speaks to the Alois she holds tight. "Wench, am I? You'll spit before you kneel to me?" She lets go, shoves him back. "Alexander. Put him to his knees."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 4:49 pm
Hux in a Suit - 25/25 - standing with Green and Gold Rabbit, watching the Lady and Alois x2Hux slowed his and Rabbit's graceful twirl across the dancefloor, lifting his gaze from the man clad in green and gold to focus on the commotion towards the front of the hall. "It would seem things are starting to come to a climax..." he murmured to his partner, an almost sad smile flitting across his face before he wiped it away by leaning forward and touching his lips to Rabbit's neck. "I'll miss this..." He said, words hushed by the curve of the other's throat. His teeth grazed the skin there, and his fingers dug into Rabbit's jutting hips like claws as he pulled him closer; as though they could melt together, away from the rest of the crowd. Greed and envy gnawed at his insides. The world was a cruel one, even to them. In the distance, the Spinel Lady barked out her orders. It would seem the Alois that was not the Alois that he knew was about to receive some sort of punishment. Hux lifted his head from Rabbit's neck and grinned as he watched, though his hands did not leave the smaller male's hips.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 4:58 pm
Thorne (Masked) | | 25/25 | | Disciplining Alois like mom asks
Thorne dips his head as the Spinel Lady speaks, obedient and elegant. He has his hands at the small of his back at this very moment, waiting with leisure as she commands him. And then she lets go and Thorne steps into the empty space between them with practiced ease.
"Let's play a game," he says to Alois, pleasantly.
There is a sickening crack through the air when Thorne's foot connects with the side of Alois's kneecap. With ease, effortless and vicious, he off-balances the other man, his hand shooting out to tangle in the thick black hair, careless of the accessories there. A second, vicious swing arches straight down to the assaulted kneecap, and Thorne applies pressure to the top of Alois's head just in case he struggles to keep standing.
Melany had ordered him to his knees.
If Alois wanted to struggle, he could do so all he wanted. Thorne didn't mind a fight.
When he heard the ugly sound of legs hitting marble and stone, Thorne tilts Alois's head back with one hand, the other lifting to press against the bottom of the boys chin.
He hums, a soft and noncommittal sound.
"Madam," he says mildly, eyes downcast at this creature that looks so much like his masked Alois. "Will you break him?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 5:55 pm
{list][ Lily Babineaux: 25/25 - Doing her best to keep chill while everything goes to s**t Lily nodded meekly in response to the Spinel Lady, feeling suddenly and terribly out of her league. Her mouth ran dry on witty things to say in response, and so she reached for a flute of champagne instead, her ears twitching downwards as she kept up her attempts to be small and pretty. She watched the proceedings of the court with feigned disinterest, but her eyes slowly began to widen under her mask as she began to recognize voices and faces, particularly Shiloh's. She wondered what had happened to Jamie's friend to make him so...different, but though she sensed his distress she made no attempt to save him. And then the conflict with the pale maskless boy exploded in a clatter of flesh and bone and marble and despite herself Lily jumped, barely holding onto her flute of champagne as she hissed a surprised "Oh s**t." "Thorne?" Lily murmured, a low shock to her whispered voice. Her lips pulled downwards in a frown, but she made no attempt to move, to stop what was happening, not when all of her limbs felt like lead. "Thorne, what the ******** class="quote"> shibrogane
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 6:13 pm
Green and Gold Rabbit Vaughn: 25/25, popcorn.gif He was silent through the twirls, the comments, the tease of teeth at his neck and warm breath against the shell of his ear, and when he spun out of the circle of Hux's arms, he returned more pliant and languid every time, melting into the other's embrace. He did make a sound when they stopped, a small resigned sigh, but any disappointment he felt was soon eclipsed by the scene in front of him. Or off to the side, really. And Hux was quite difficult to see past. Rabbit wiggled, trying to get a better view, then he wiggled again because the first attempt had felt... nicer than he'd expected.
"What did he do?" Not that it mattered. Melany could get worked up over someone breathing wrong on the opposite side of the room.
It was a shame his double wasn't present. He wouldn't have possessed the courage to step in, but watching his reaction would have made this spectacle that much more satisfying.
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