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 Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 7:51 pm
While he certainly didn’t appreciate being stuck in this hell hole of a city, considering this city tried on a seasonal basis to try and kill or torture it’s inhabitants, Blaise was at least glad that he was not poor and with money. He may not have access to every damn penny his family had, or even every penny in his own bank account, but he had a sizeable allowance which was reasonable in amount as far as he was concerned. He didn’t like having his access so limited but the amount was reasonable, his grandfather having some pity on him, and he knew he’d manage to regain control of his account in time. He was working on it, however difficult it was, it meant he had to do things he was not very good at - committing to things.
He’d had to commit himself to classes and to studying, to managing good grades, and it kept him away from other pursuits he’d rather be…persuing. He didn’t get as much time out in clubs, and in other people's beds, as he’d like but there was a want for his money. He needed it, and not just for himself, but he liked to buy people things and having his full account would make it oh so much easier! He had a friend, back in Paris, and she was married with a darling little girl and their birthday was coming up.
The whole commitment thing was slowly bleeding into other aspects of his life, including that magical part which he’d tried so damn hard to ignore and avoid. The problem was that a cat, and her humans, wouldn’t permit him to ignore it and treat it like some bad fever dream…which he very much wished it had all been.
Nope, that was why he was here…walking into the living room with Liam leading the way. Apparently there was some new dark mirror, one that Liam had brought in, and the blond wanted him to mentor them in some manner of speaking. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d manage that, given he was still a basic senshi and had no skill like the blond did.
Finding a chair to seat himself in the french male leaned back calmly, or at least he hoped he seemed calm. “So I’m supposed to what? Shout at him to pull out his phone and call for help while I sacrifice myself for him?” He questioned, his French accent heavy as he spoke, pale eyes sliding over to the other figure in the room. “No offence, but why am I going out with someone else suddenly? I haven’t gotten myself killed yet.” So what help was needed? It certainly wasn’t help he needed…so it was likely help they needed? They needed to be kept alive. Never mind he’d had Dessire many times, someone who could help keep him alive. He was, perhaps, being dramatic or aiming to have less responsibility thrown at him.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 7:54 pm
Sitting on the couch, still not sure exactly of it all, he looked up as someone new arrived, and it wasn’t hard to tell they weren’t happy with things before he even saw them. The accent was new, something he was a bit surprised by, as they let their displeasure out before eyeing him and only barely trying to make things less offensive. Though by the end of their little fit, he had stopped hearing their complaints and was more focused on the fact that he was pretty sure he’d seen this guy at some of the dance clubs.
Though he did hear how they thought he would be a liability more than anything, and he didn’t really like that, though at the same time, he couldn’t really blame them, considering he was still mostly sure this was just a case of him getting drugged instead of things going the other way around, like usual.
“Desiree said you were broken and I’m not so…. That’s why?” Sitting up a bit, trying to seem a little more informed than he actually was. “But I mean, I don’t like the sound of self-sacrifice or anything like that, I’d rather just go to a club, those wraith things just do the hard work anyway?” And with all the people and low lighting, he figured it would be easier, not that he was still sure of any of this, but if he wanted to seem reliable to make a good first impression, he was going to roll with the lies from the get-go.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 7:55 pm
“She says that because I like a good drink now and again when I’m out.” Never mind that he went out rather often, or at least he had, in order to get laid. It was just that alcohol helped with such things, on his part and often on the part of whoever he was after for the night. “And while you are correct the problem that arises of our uniforms. Mine will stand out, no doubt, and I’m certain yours would as well. There is nothing the lighting can do to change what we’re wearing, and I might just overheat in my uniform.” As might the other, depending on the uniform.
“It makes clubs very hard to use as a way to gather energy.” And going to help the club which the Negaverse owned, or the one Aloysius owned, didn’t help their own court one bit.
“It does seem that I’m going to be stuck helping you though.” He could see the look on Liam’s face, one which told him he wasn’t getting out of this, he would be helping the other and keeping an eye on them. “We’ll figure something out.” He was certain they would, mostly due to there being no other choice really.
“Indeed, you both will find a way to work together.” Liam, ever the caring person that he was, had already gone and gotten Blaise a drink which he was setting down as he sent the Frenchman a look. The look on his face telling the other that they would help, no choice was being given, and Liam expected them to actually put in the effort.
“Rafayel, this is Blaise. Blaise, this is Rafayel.” Play nice was the unspoken words to them both, mostly Blaise though, it was obvious the Frenchman didn’t want to take on any more duties…they didn’t like doing things and taking on duties.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 7:56 pm
“Well, that doesn’t sound like a bad time, and maybe you’re not going to the right clubs? Some places I’ve seen, you’ll be lucky if you know who’s grinding against you.” Which happened to be the ones he frequented more often than not, since it was easier to get lost in the crowd when consequences would otherwise be coming from his actions.
The overheating sounded odd, since he felt like he had more layers now than in that odd outfit, but to each their own, he guessed. “Well, okay, Blaise, we’ll figure something out.” Since it didn’t seem like there was a way out of things. Plus, it wouldn’t be hard to lose someone in the city if they rubbed him the wrong way.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 7:59 pm
“I doubt it’s a matter of right or wrong clubs…just a matter of taste.” And while he did go to packed ones he did often wind up shirtless at some point, something he couldn’t manage with his uniform, he also happen to like a little room to breath and move…to see who he was planning to drag off somewhere. He didn’t mention any of this though, no point in it, as he was nodding his head slowly.
“We can plan something, a night out energy gathering.” He didn’t say when, however, let the other decide that, he would go out tonight if for no other reason than he could. He wasn’t the most dedicated, he knew that, but considering the talk right now he figured it would be perfect for him to go out tonight. He could hang out behind a club, or two, maybe he’d manage a bit more than energy. As he sat there thinking the idea became more and more appealing, and he was rather eager to get out of here so he could...do some work. There would be energy gathered, for certain, but that didn't mean Blaise wasn't planning other things for his evening either. Would it be rude to rush thigns so he could get out of here?
These two might not get along, Liam was slowly coming to realize, this wouldn't be good. So long as they could at least work together though...everything should be fine, he didn't think they'd get into a fight with each other, and as he pondered this it seemed that Blaise was becoming eager to move abotu and perhaps leave? He chose to ignore it, for now, and leave things as they were.
"Yes, so long as you two can keep each other safe and not kill each other. You won't pair up all the time, just when I can't be out to see to your safety. I want you two able to communicate and plan to go out together to gather energy. " He wasn't going to have either of them hurt, or getting into any fights along, till they had their wings. Maybe they'd get over things in time...? [/size[
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