kaefaux
just giving you the heads up that i am considering this rp abandoned. i understand if cabhan is not the muse you want to play or if elex is not ideal to play with, but i can no longer play faustite ic this far back.
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The New Year is nearly upon you; all around town, people are buzzing with excitement. Sales are aplenty and among some of the better deals is a popular new brand of champagne. The drink’s been getting a lot of attention and very good reviews; it boasts a guarantee for a magical evening. It’s a promise that holds true—sort of. Anyone who imbibes the champagne will be extremely in tune to their more romantic feelings. They may feel more open, more daring, or more flirtatious towards the object of their affections. Or, maybe a glass of it is enough to make them realize they have feelings for someone…Either way, after ingesting the champagne, romance is all you can think about. The effects last for only a few hours, so you’d better use that time well. The bottles are out of stock quickly, so you are lucky to have gotten your hands on one. Lucky, unless you made a fool of yourself in your romantic haze…
The end of the old year bathed him in lovers scorned. Sinope, rankled with jealousy and seething with his juvenile sense of recompense, struck out with his serpent's tongue. Rowan was the one to fall -- as many secrets as white teeth held in that coquettish smile. But Rowan died a poor death, and Aelius sprung up like a mulish weed in his place. Sinope paid the blood price of one disallowed a counterstrike. He would not pester Faustite twice on the matter.
But New Year's Eve loomed with time's certainty, and the old call to socialize sung in his bones. Knuckles still bruised protested his every spread of fingers, but those delicate digits danced nonetheless over his iPhone's lurid screen. Elex reached for more than just the pair of fizzled romances at his back -- one still strayed tantalizingly out of reach, and he would see it clinched tonight.
Cabhan Douglas, self-introduced as a journalist, maintained his own demonstrably busy life in Destiny City's perpetual crime wave. His blogs lit up with activity, his YouTube account alight with commenters in various staunch positions over his work. The man carved a furtive career through shrewd negotiation and an intoxicating charisma. But would he have time that night, of all nights? Or was he chasing another youma down another dark alley? Perhaps he was poaching roofline skirts in another nameless skirmish.
- Cabhan Douglas
Will you watch the fireworks with me?
I found the perfect view.
Ash and 3rd. Find the hole in the back of the fence.
Attached was a photo looking out from an ornate balcony, where wrought-iron leaflets framed a high-rise view down one of Destiny City's busiest streets. The building itself belonged to a derelict church, long stamped as condemned and awaiting the guillotine drop that never came. Now it would stand witness to the fireworks display over Destiny City's town square and yet another liquor-fueled celebration. But the winds bit to the bone and electricity long since fled the place. With an empty bank account, Elex hoped Cabhan had a clever idea for the evening's affairs.
