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Re: A Pirates Life (Khadashee and Draven)
¿ªÔÆÌåÓý(Draven/Flynn)"Ah," Draven didn't know what to do or say in this moment.? Now she suddenly realized what he was saying earlier.? He looked to Captain Flynn who was confused by this sudden turn of events. "Apparently, Draven, you have other matters to attend to."? With that he gave a signal and the Maiden Anne's colors were shifted and a plank was laid across to the Serenity so that Draven and the lady could leave peacefully. "Khada, it is time to go.? Let us go and discuss this privately."? He took her hand and encouraged her to stand up and follow him to the plank to cross to his ship.? She had without a doubt put a stop to the attack without even realizing that she had done so.? Draven tossed a small coin purse to Flynn, "I will make things even next time I see you, Captain."? The other Captain caught the purse and gave the man a nod.? Draven turned to Khadashee, "may we depart from here, my Queen?" He asked gingerly and hoped she would agree. Khadashee Khadashee fought back tears as soon as he said yes. Oh god...could it be true? Was she realized. Khadashee nodded.?She nippled on her bottom. ?She stood with him. ¡°Captain¡± she said to Flynn, her voice shaky. But even in her worry and confusion she held her head high. As?she took Draven¡¯s hand following him to the plank. Slowly and steady. Across the plank.? |
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Re: A Pirates Life (Khadashee and Draven)
(Khadashee) If she had been thinking rationally she would have nodded, stood and returned to negotiations. But she wasn¡¯t thinking rationally. Nothing was rational or logical right now. All that was running through her mind right now was the possibility...the reality...the very real truth that she...that maybe.??So his words about the others meant nothing right now. ¡°That can wait.¡± She said with a definite frown. "They can all wait.¡± She said ¡°Now tell me...Do you really think it¡¯s true? Do you think that I¡¯m...that I really could be pregnant?¡±??Just then both of the following ships broke through the fog to flank the Maiden Anne on either side. (Draven/Flynn) "Ah," Draven didn't know what to do or say in this moment.? Now she suddenly realized what he was saying earlier.? He looked to Captain Flynn who was confused by this sudden turn of events. "Apparently, Draven, you have other matters to attend to."? With that he gave a signal and the Maiden Anne's colors were shifted and a plank was laid across to the Serenity so that Draven and the lady could leave peacefully. "Khada, it is time to go.? Let us go and discuss this privately."? He took her hand and encouraged her to stand up and follow him to the plank to cross to his ship.? She had without a doubt put a stop to the attack without even realizing that she had done so.? Draven tossed a small coin purse to Flynn, "I will make things even next time I see you, Captain."? The other Captain caught the purse and gave the man a nod.? Draven turned to Khadashee, "may we depart from here, my Queen?" He asked gingerly and hoped she would agree. Tag: Khadashee |
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Re: Blood Bonds: Family Ties
¿ªÔÆÌåÓý?(Draven) They were in the bare before he knew it and he groaned at her touch, longing for her to be around him.? He smiled before moving his lips to hers, and lifted her to place her down over his rod.? He was glad they were making up this way.? He was never going to get enough of this woman, his lady, his betrothed.? As she started to ride him, he looked up to her eyes, "what do you think?"? He said then moved his mouth to he wanton breasts. Anais Anais gasped as he filled her. Entered her. Her nails digging into his shoulder. Her body heating. Desire filling her.?Soon she began to ride him. Finding a rhythm and a pace that suited them both. Her head fell to his as his mouth found her nipples. ¡°I¡¯m...unsure.¡± She panted. ¡°Why...don¡¯t you show me...¡± Ana |
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Re: Port Vega: Devi has fun. (Devi, NPC Jordie, open)
(Devi) Devi seen Jordie's small smile. She gave him a warm smile back. When he explained that he was their investigator and surveillance tech she grinned. He moved to leave as he told her to text her name and number to the number on the card and Aurora would get back to her. She gave him a nod as she took a sip of her whiskey. As she set the glass down she stepped away from the island and moved to stand just a few feet away from Jordie. "Text name, number, she gets back with me. Got it." She looked up at the handsome young man. "So you are the surveillance and investigations huh. Interesting. You ever do some private investigating?"? (NPC Jordie) "Well, yes, that is how Aurora discovered me. I am no longer for higher though if that is what you are asking for." He explained to Devi, wondering just what the girl was up to.? "I have to be going now. Is there anything else?" He asked as he moved closer to the door.? The girl was attractive, but he had someone waiting at home for him. Tag: Jordie
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Re: Blood Bonds: Family Ties
(Anais) Anais moaned as his hand was on her breast. Her leg moved to straddle him so her heating sex now rested against his hardness. ¡°So you mean,¡± she said as she continued to lick and nip his throat. ¡°When you are in attack mode.¡± She said rubbing against his hardness her voice husky ¡°This will not calm you.¡± She said her hand moving to stroke him. (Draven) They were in the bare before he knew it and he groaned at her touch, longing for her to be around him.? He smiled before moving his lips to hers, and lifted her to place her down over his rod.? He was glad they were making up this way.? He was never going to get enough of this woman, his lady, his betrothed.? As she started to ride him, he looked up to her eyes, "what do you think?"? He said then moved his mouth to he wanton breasts. Tag: Anais |
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Re: Port Vega: Taking Responsibility (Chord and Kites)
[Kites]
Kites's heart and mind began to feel clouded. He understood when Chord was coming from, but he was thoroughly confused on where Chord expected such perfection from, especially right off the bat and from a group of people who had never met, nor lived with nor knew each other at all. But camaraderie aside, did they really expect that everyone would be as mature as someone who's had years of experience and time to work themselves out? They were all still young adults had a hell of a lot more growing to do...did he really expect that if everyone came of age, they are immediately the mature, ideal adults that society expects them all to be? Does Chord think this way too? "My goals? My only goal when I left the orphanage was to find my parents. I wanted to know where I came from, why I am who I am, and why I was abandoned. When I left the convent, the only things I took with me were the clothes on my back, a bag to carry some food in, and my golden bracelet that had my name inscribed as the only clue to who I was. I had no money and no idea on where to start, but I expected that once I made it to Vega, that I would figure it out somehow. Maybe I could find some work, make some money, start my search, until you scouted me. You told me that if I join you, not only will I be part of something greater, but I will also be able to use this as a means of finding my parents. So I did, and here I am, but..." "Do I think I will be able to focus? I want to say yes, but right now my mind and my heart are at war with each other. I know what needs to be done, but I still feel uneasy about it. How can I so easily agree to stand alone and against everyone when we are meant to be a team? Will I know the right thing to do when there is a huge conflict? I don't know, sir. I hope that the things I learn along the way will help me make a decision should such a time come. I want to do more, I want to become more...but I need help to do it," he said, looking back at Chord. "How did you do it, sir? When you first started. Did you also have such a conflict of being and how did you resolve it?" Kites was afraid. He was afraid that he would be forced to make such a hard choice having barely had any time to acclimate to any of this. Is there really no reconciliation between the heart and the mind? Is there really no third option that would let everyone win in this scenario? [Chord] Chord smirked at Kites. ¡°Ah but you misunderstand, Kites. I am definitely not asking you to not make mistakes. Without mistakes, without failures, how will you learn, how will you improve, how you get better. No son, to error is human, but to self-reflect that is growth. What I¡¯m asking you to do is grow. With growth comes ownership, comes responsibility, comes leadership comes knowledge.¡± ¡°I am also not asking you to standalone against your team. Building a strong unified cohesive team is the backbone to any successful endeavor. I brought you all here together because my expectation is to strengthen the individual digits of the hand¡± he said ticking off each finger of his right hand. ¡°so that when it comes together it makes an impressive fist to strike a mighty blow.¡± He said holding up his hand. ¡°what I am asking you to do is stand up for what you know is right. I¡¯m asking you to be true to yourself, true to your goals, true to your visions, even when there¡¯s something or someone or whatever it is even if it¡¯s you pulling you in the opposite direction. ¡°I also am not asking you to do the right thing all the time. There are going to be times in your life where you think you don¡¯t know what the right thing is. Times when you will stand on a precipice warring between two very different emotions, desires, wants, needs, ideologies, thought processes, influences, decisions. All I¡¯m asking is when that moment comes, you listen to that voice inside of you that is telling you to be true to your visions and your goals,yourself. I¡¯m asking you to listen to that voice. Even if what that voice that telling you is something contrary to what the voice of everyone or someone who you trust, love or give space in your mind to is tell Regardless of who that person is...Even if that person is me or Harrison or Kat or Gen or you.¡± ¡°I am expecting you to walk in your purpose Kites. You are standing before me right now because you believe that I have a place in your purpose. And you want to help you achieve that. And for that trust I am honored. And I am prepared to help reach that purpose. ¡°You are standing before me right now because you have chosen to walk in your purpose. What I am asking you to do is to not let anyone Or anything or any emotion pull you away from that purpose.¡± Chord paused then ¡°How did I do?¡± Chord repeated. Then he sighed ¡°I didn¡¯t. When I was your age, I wanted to just be a kid. I wanted to not think about all the deepness that was all around me. I wanted to just be. And the more responsibility I was given, the more weight that was placed upon me, the more I hated it. the more I pushed it away. the more I rebelled against it. ¡°You see Kites, I come from a very long line of driven in individuals and that can put a lot of pressure on one person when you just want to be allowed to just be a kid. ¡°About 21 I had decided I had had enough. I wasn¡¯t going to do any what they wanted anymore. To hell with drive, fuck responsibility. I just wanted to be free to be whatever I wanted to be. and if I wanted to fumble through life, that was my prerogative that¡¯s what I was gonna do. ¡°And then I meet someone, very much like yourself. She was alone...orphaned...with nothing but the shirt on her back but she was the most driven focus purposefilled person I had ever meet. And she was just 18 years old. Her energy was so magnetic... her thought process...the way she reason... rationed things. ¡°I watched her work for every single solitary opportunity she ever received. Opportunity that would be handed to me because of who I was. Then one day I asked her. how do you do it? why do you do it. and she said to me I don¡¯t know how. And I don¡¯t have to know. I just know who I want to be and everyday I wake up I just put one foot in that direction and walk. ¡°It made me self reflect. If this person who had nothing could have purpose and driven how could I not when I had everything opportunity. I did two things that day. I woke up and decided who I wanted to be and I put one foot in that direction and walked. and the other is I was determined to make that girl my very best friend because she gives the best advice. ¡° Chord said with a smile. ¡°I¡¯m glad to say that every day I try to succeed in both. so far so good.I have a company that I¡¯m proud of. I Get to tutor and mentor young minds like you. and I have a very best friend that gave the best advice. ¡°I¡¯m not perfect. Hell there is no such thing as perfection and nor would I ever want to strive to be it. I make mistakes. I made one with her earlier and I¡¯m lucky to have a back in my life.She doesn¡¯t do seconds usually so I¡¯m blessed that she did with me. And through this experience with all of you, I have grown. As I said Kites, to error is human. to self reflect its growth. With the growth comes ownership, comes responsibility comes leadership comes knowledge ¡°Growth Kites. That always the goal.¡± |
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Re: Raconteur City: The Night Begins
The sun has just set on a small little town just east of New Orleans.? Unlike the big city, this little town has it's own night life.? The vampires like to come out and play, the spellcasters like to find ways to work the night's magic into their craft.? Slowly the demons decide they want to play and find ways to make that happen.? All in all, the night has come and it is time for the supernatural to play. (Pyp) LaPorte was awakened by shouts and shooting from the other room. The girl he had with him was startled awake as well. "Benny?" she asked nervously, sitting up in the bed beside him in the dark. "Shhhh!" La Porte hissed, picking up his gun from the nearby bed-stand and pointing it at the bedroom door.? There was a flurry of noise - screams, sounds of struggling, furniture being knocked about, things hitting the wall or floor heavily - and then sudden silence. "Shit," La Porte muttered, keeping his gun on the door. This shouldn't be happening. Shin was dead.? His fucking demon was supposed to be gone.? Gone, dammit. He was half-expecting the door to be kicked in, but instead it simply swung open, revealing a dark shadow with glowing red eyes in the doorway.? The girl screamed and he began shooting, but after the second shot the shadow simply waved an arm and the gun flew out of his hand, hitting the wall before falling to the floor with a heavy thudding clunk. "Really?" the demon said disdainfully, glancing down at the new holes in his chest and then looking up again.? "Your guards already ruined my suit.? This is just adding insult to injury." The girl was still screaming and pointing at the demon, who merely gave her an annoyed look. "Back to sleep, you," he said, making a complex finger-gesture at her. The girl's eyes rolled up in her head and she fell back into the bed, unconscious. That done, the demon looked again to La Porte. At another gesture, the lights in the room flicked on to reveal a handsome if rather disheveled-looking young Korean whose sharply-tailored suit was now soaked with blood and spattered with gore. But even with the light now on, his eyes continued to gleam an unearthly red. "Wh-what do you want?" La Porte asked, trying hard to keep his fear off of his face and to keep his voice from sounding like he was on the edge of shitting his bed. "You killed my boss," the demon said, stepping further into the room, pulling a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket.? "Do you have _any_ idea how bad that makes me look?? Any idea at all?" He wiped streaks of blood spatter from his popstar flower-boy face, eyed the now-crimson handkerchief dubiously, then shrugged and stuffed it back into his pocket.? "No, you don't," he went on, returning his glare to La Porte.? "Because you're a dumb two-bit wannabe who got into stuff _way_ over your pay grade." "How did you find me?" Stall, stall, the gangster's mind screamed. Maybe he didn't get all of your guards. Maybe someone heard the shots and will come to check. Maybe-- "Wasn't that hard, really." The demon casually reached into his other jacket pocket and drew out a plastic baggie with a hand in it - a woman's hand - and tossed it onto the bed.? "Once I got your hit-girl, I had you." Eyeing the hand, he shook his head and sighed.? "I told Shin that his weakness for pretty girls would be the death of him. He thought I was kidding." He rolled his eyes as he added "the fucking moron." "I... I've got money," La Porte ventured, licking his lips anxiously.? "Wall safe, back of the closet. You can have it al-" "You really are one ignorant little shit," the demon said, turning away to look himself over in a large wall mirror on the other side of the room. "You think money matters to me?" Taking a comb out, he began meticulously trying to smooth his disheveled black locks into place.? "You know what money can buy you in Hell?" he asked, letting the question hang in the air while he finished his grooming.? "Nothing," he said finally, slipping the comb back into his pocket.? "That's what.? Not a damned thing." "And now, because of you..." the demon turned yet again to face La Porte, eyeing him with distaste "...I've gotta hope someone summons me before my three days are up. If not, I get ripped back to Hell.? And you know what? I fucking _hate_ hell.? It's boring. Nothing but endless, eternal damnation. _Here_..." he said, gesturing at the world around him "...here is where the real action is." The gangster blinked, his fear-addled brain trying to process what he'd just heard.? Three... days? "Oh, you didn't know about that, did you?" the demon said, smirking at La Porte's visible distress.? "If our summoner dies for any reason, we don't get zapped back right away. We get three days before Hell can reclaim us.? That gives us three days to hope a new summons comes through. Three days to have one last blow-out of a fling while we still can.? Or three days to take care of any unfinished business." As he spoke, the demon began to fully emerge, from the horns that now adorned his head, the bat-like wings arcing out over his shoulders, and the barbed tail whisking restlessly behind him.? "Like you," he said, leaning in close till his bright red eyes were blazing only inches away from the gangster's.? "_You're_ my unfinished business." "It took me one day to track you down. That leaves two days. Two days for you and me to get _real_ close..." the demon hissed, running a taloned finger down the side of La Porte's profusely sweating face, even as the air became redolent with the smell of the gangster shitting himself "...before I finally send you downstairs." "But why waste the time?" the demon said suddenly, grinning as he withdrew his talon from the gangster's neck.? "I'd much rather spend the two days drinking, eating and fucking than waste them on an insignificant little shit like you. So, down you go!" La Porte barely had time to blink before the demon abruptly tore into his chest and ripped his heart out, holding the still-beating thing up before his eyes even as his body went into convulsions and his vision began to fade. "And hey..." the demon's voice seemed to come from far away as the gangster felt himself inexplicably falling while still thrashing about on the bed "...when you get there, tell them Pyp sent you." (Cho) Cho woke up feeling like crap, stomped under the heel, and couldn¡¯t get it off the bottom of some storm giant¡¯s shoe.? He normally felt so much better after absorbing the essence of some supernatural it gave him normally at least another 90 days or so.? But this one was a wolf, that had killed so many that the taint was on his very soul.? ?It made Cho feel vile and want vomit even though he had done a good thing by sending the creature to hell.? That part of him still felt the pain of all those slain, their hopes, dreams, their potential.? But he spent most of his time last night writing their loved ones letters of closure and he couldn¡¯t go to sleep until he had.? It was part of his process.? He hunted¡monsters and sometimes those monsters were not vampires or wolves sometimes they were altogether human¡but he couldn¡¯t get a recharge off of those souls. He got up to shower again, just to refresh himself.? He came back and got dressed, having moisturized his chocolate naked form.? He was scheduled to work at the club tonight, so he had to go into his office for the day.? It was his front for his true job, he worked in IT cause of his skills and typically gave him access to certain information that was the backbone of his man job.? It was the commodity that he dealt in, those that had information either came to him or shared with him cause like those he worked for¡he paid well for it.? He checked the house alarm twice as was his habit before he drove to the office for a little bit.? He looked at a few of his voicemails on his office system that matched his cell phone, so he deleted those.? He got himself some of his energy drink, but he was glad that one of his clients was able to make him that ring that he ordered, he never left without it once he had enchanted it for a specific purpose.? He again made it a point to lock the door and set the alarm system twice before he headed to the club. Once he arrived at the club, Sabbat, he looked over the bouncer who didn¡¯t look that much bigger than he did, but that was the deception of the shapeshifter that was far stronger than what he looked.? He chuckled only to fist bump him as he walked in. ¡°I will have your drink for you later,¡± Cho said. ¡°How about that kiss?¡±? the bouncer replied. He arched his eyes at the man¡¯s words.? ¡°I don¡¯t swing that way!¡±? It was part of their regular banter. ¡°I can be a woman for you?!?¡±? He winked. ¡°Depends on how drunk I get¡I will think about it.¡±? He shook his head and went into the back, to clock in.? After that he came back out and moved behind the bar, as he began to set up his bar how he liked it putting stuff in place, checking his stock before the regulars came in, and the bachelorette party that was scheduled for the night.? He was in some dark jeans and his sleeves were rolled up which revealed his rather muscular arms. ¡°Sup Cho?¡±? The lush redhead waitress spoke to him. ¡°Hey cutie, how you doing?¡±? He smiled licking his lips more out of habit then him thinking she was on the menu. ¡°Needed for you to be here so I can get bigger tips?¡±? She replied. ¡°I thought all of your days were big not just when I am here?¡± He looked at her. ¡°I am looking for a tip in particular.¡±? She winked now. This time he blushed seemed like everyone was in a mood tonight or the last soul he had absorbed had a kind of animal magnetism associated with it that had been passed on to him now.? Not that he minded the attention, but what part was him and what part was the energy he had absorbed.? He was aware that it wasn¡¯t him all the time.? ¡°I can add you to my dance card if you give me your number."? He winked after he composed himself.? He could only hope this lasted long enough for him to perhaps get a real date. (Kutsuki) Kutsuki was running around his room, cackling like a madman to himself.? He has been preparing for this moment for so long that he almost didn't even know what to do with himself.? Years upon years was spent pouring through all sorts of dark tomes, myriads of dusty old demonic scrolls and back bent over the computer screen, researching the literal digital hell that was the interweb.? Months and months and months of waiting, planning, staking out, syncing up everyone's schedules, playing the good ole child routine - all of it was driving him nuts!? But no longer...the wait would have been so worth it.? All the failures and the mistakes, all the minute adjustments that he's had to make...all the candles had to be precisely and methodically placed, the wax meticulously etched with the spells of protection so as to create a barrier.? Ingredients of the more exotic variety had to be procured, raiding almost every single occult shop, witches' dens, various voodoo shops of which there were many in the French Quarter of New Orleans, and many more.? Eye of newt, still-beating heart of a goat, dead man's hangnails - these were the most common of the available assortment.? A swatch of hair from a twice old maid, the ring finger of the thrice scorned bride, with the ring still attached...that last one made him giggle with barely contained glee.? These were nigh difficult to get ahold of since they all required precise and impeccable timing.? However, one could find almost anything they wanted in Rancoteur if they just knew where to look, or threatened to burn down a place or two, and actually followed through with it. All the furniture has been off to the sides, the bed stood up on its edge against the wall.? Bookcases, shelves, anything with a solid surface was arranged in such a way as to make a half circle, like the crescent moon.? All the books, every single page was in some way, shape or form dedicated to the occult.? Kutsuki has leafed through all of them at least three or four times in his periods of fixated obsession.? Today was no different, no...? Today WAS going to be different.? He slid to a halt in front of his bedroom mirror, the "Den of No Return" he called it, taking a moment to compose himself.? His hair, as white as a freshly fallen snow, sat disheveled upon his face, using his left hand to push it out of his face, but yet falling right back, hiding the right side of his face.? He raised his chin, a flippant sort of look on his face as he pushed the squarish glasses back up with a middle finger.? His eyes narrowed as they fell upon the book that sat half opened at his bedside table.? Reaching for it, he flipped it fully open, his fingers landing on the pages that described the sort of garb a demonic summoner would wear, but who cared for that?? He looked back at the mirror, twirling about as his reflection mimicked his movements. "<Do demons really care what you wear on the day of their summoning?>" he asked himself in Japanese, idly tilting the hand that held the book off to the side.? Kutsuki turned this way and that, examining his garb.? He wore what he always wore inside the house, a a black pair of under armor tights and long sleeved shirt, coupled with that indigo colored, 3/4 sleeved sweater that was too sizes too large on him, one side always sliding off of one of his shoulders.? It was worn almost like a tunic, pooling around his thighs like a skirt.? No shoes.? Absolutely none.? He preferred being barefoot inside his home, one habit that he would never ever change about himself.? Fingers and toes always applied with black nail polish, that was a must.? "A comfy, goth look," his unwanted circle cult of followers labelled, that insufferable gaggle of chickens that followed at his every step, always at a distance, making his skin crawl with just their presence alone.? Just like the chicken that laid across the silver tray with its neck cut wide open, oozing blood out of its gullet, pooling around an expertly drawn pentagram, its various circles inlaid with long forgotten Latin, inscription that called upon the deepest, darkest depth.? Smirking at its reflection, Kutsuki haphazardly tossed the book aside, shrugging his wide shoulders.? "<The fuck is he gonna care?? He's dead when he gets here anyhow.>" Whirling around to face the demonic circle, Kutsuki picked up another one, this one leather bound in in black and red.? The words that revealed the contents of the book were filigreed with gold, a sort of way too fanciful font for a demon summoning book.? And yet, it described its inhabitant to a T, a demon unlike the most of his kind, the ones that his "original" parents wanted to summon, with him as its sacrifice.? The type of demon who employed madness through the bountiful harvest of wealth that it bestowed upon its master, and he used that word loosely, because in the end, who was the master of whom?? Certainly not their summoner.? It was that very demon that Kutsuki was wanting to bring forth, to let that asshole taste the air of Earth again, and then rip him apart in a most magnificent way, to pay him back for having rejected his vessel so long ago.? Oh, today was going to be a day of reckoning, but not for Kutsuki, but rather for his unwilling demonic slave.? His mouth twisted into the most sadistic smile, lips letting loose a psychotic, clownish sort of laugh as he titled his head back, eventually stopping until only the quietest hiccup could be heard and then none after.? Looking back at the circle, he briefly glanced back at the myriad of tools that lay at his disposal.? Various consecrated and sanctified tools lay about, divvied up into the various religions that they came from.? Purified salts, voodoo dolls, crossed, silver daggers, you name it, he had it.? If there was ever someone unprepared, it was not him. "<Let's get this party started!>" he shouted with such exuberance, opening his arms wide as the air suddenly became extremely oppressive.? The wavering flames that bit at the candle wicks they sat upon were suddenly deathly still.? As he began chanting, Kutsuki's eyes began to glow bright, a fiery crimson red even more pronounced in the dimness of the room.? The book that he held now flew in front of him, violently ripped open as the pages kept flipping until they at last came to the dead middle, portraying the pentagram circle much like the one that Kutsuki drew, though much less defined and ugly.? A slew of words graced the pages, though it was not the Latin that it spoke of, but the crudely scrawled language of the demons as if written by a claw.? It is what he suddenly began speaking, a sort of inhuman, guttural type of language that sounded as if it came from the underbelly of hell, like the rough bray of an old goat.? The pentagram began glowing a fiery red, much like his eyes, as he felt his body float, just the tips of his toes touching the bare floor.? A wind picked up in the room, threatening to blow the flames out that dearly held onto their wicked lives.? As he brought his hands together, a flash of light glinted off a metal edge as he winced and turned his right hand palm down, as rivulets of blood dripped randomly upon the floor. "<I summon thee, you old reviler of tongues, the desecrator of the commonwealth, ruiner of prosperity!>" Kutsuki called out, his voice sounding akin to mad, barking dog, sweeping his hand over the circle as blood dripped down to the edge of his undershirt, wetting the fibers.? The rest of what he spoke was unintelligible.? "<Come out, come out, you bastard of the underworld!? You adulterated mongrel.? Heed your master's call!? I summon thee!>" Let's see you get out of this one, you son of a bitch! (Luke) The sun sank low on the horizon. A smattering of clouds moved to the swift currents in the sky that had changed from pearl blue to musky white. The waters of the gulf were choppy and gray. ¡°A good day boss.¡± The voice rang out with a Jamaican accent. Luke Reardon turned from his perch on the bench that sat at the end of the dock.? ¡°Hey Tiger,¡± he said. Tiger¡¯s legal name was Jayla Lee. She was nineteen with a Colonial and Indian blood line. She was tall with skin like mahogany and as beautiful as any runway model Luke had ever seen. She wore cutoffs and a tee shirt that read, ¡®Get Off beach¡¯. Jayla sat down next to him and also gazed out to the sea. ¡°They were happy, yes?¡± ¡°Yes, our excursion was very successful. They told me they were excited about the fish they caught. In fact, they said they¡¯d call about booking another day sometime in the future.¡± ¡°That is good Skip,¡± Jayla called him skipper or skip. Something she¡¯d been doing since she was just a little girl. ¡°I took a couple calls,¡± she said. ¡°Possible bookings for both of them.¡± Luke nodded. ¡°Fill up the calendar. I got nothing else to do.¡± ¡°You got nobody, wise you have naught else to do Skip.¡± He gave her a playful elbow. ¡°Ah shut up, would you? All the time bother me with this obsession.¡± She smiled and shrugged, ¡°Can¡¯t say what I want with you?¡± ¡°Of course, you may. Now isn¡¯t it time for you to be getting home?¡± ¡°Momma ask when you come for dinner?¡± ¡°Anytime,¡± Luke said. ¡°°Õ´Ç³¾´Ç°ù°ù´Ç·É?¡± ¡°Yeah, okay.¡± ¡°See you Skip,¡± Jayla said. She rose and walked back up the shore line. The sun was gone and the wind had died down when Luke decided to move. He¡¯d been contemplating staying with the boat tonight. Another tour was scheduled in the morning, and he could just stay and not drive back to the house. Staying would demand getting something to eat. The traffic was mellow in Raconteur. He pulled up to Eddie¡¯s BBQ. Beer and BBQ, what a great plan. Inside he was greeted like a long-lost family member. Business was slow, so he got in line and had the clerk build him a sandwich with a side of corn and wedgy fries. The BBQ place was dingy, dark and in many ways the opposite of inviting. The walls were lined in dark wood covered with old pictures of people who had perhaps lived and visited the place. Most of the images were of the homemade variety with people standing around not really ready to have their picture taken. Each photo felt like it had its own secret story no one was ever going to know because they looked to be about a hundred years old. The lighting was archaic too. Old converted ship lanterns with the original yellowed glass beamed light feebly. The cords and chain that suspended them from the ceiling as dusty and rusted as any you might find in a ship buried sixty fathoms in the ocean. He ate the meal slow and casual but as usual he was done in minutes. He finished off the beer and had decided to get gone when a voice from the entrance called out. ¡°Hey Captain,¡± a dark figure called out. ¡°Jones,¡± Luke replied with a chuckle. They were old friends and sometimes ultimate enemies across a board of chess. Jones was a huge man in almost every category. His balding scalp gleamed from the interior lights. He came over and sat down. ¡°You shovin¡¯ off sport?¡± ¡°I was sort of thinking about it,¡± Luke said. ¡°Well don¡¯t just yet. Got a story to tell you.¡± Luke looked down at his wrist and an imaginary watch. ¡°Go ahead, I¡¯m like killing time anyway.¡± ¡°Funny you should mention the word ¡®Killing¡¯. Kid got his ass shot off down on Bergen street.¡± ¡°Anyone we know?¡± ¡°Billy Wright ring a bell?¡± ¡°I knew of him,¡± Luke acknowledged. ¡°He was a couple classes behind me in High School. There is a reason why I remember him but it doesn¡¯t come to mind just yet.¡± ¡°Well he got himself in a world of hurt. Been doing the hustle with that opioid shit. But check this out, he was all cut to pieces. The story I heard was he was dead before the bullet.¡± ¡°Exotic attack you think,¡± Luke asked. ¡°Got to be Captain. One of them fancy assed medieval fucks.¡± ¡°Well, that is as good a reason to stay at the boat as any I¡¯ve heard.¡± ¡°You know that is right,¡± Jones nodded in reply. ¡°Lay low, let the law chase those butchers.¡± Luke made to get up. ¡°Whoa now, I got a board in the car. We should just have some beer and play a few games.¡± Luke nodded thoughtfully. ¡°Let no pawn be spared.¡± (Kitty) Kitty skipped down the street feeling the night come alive.? She was hungry and in the mood to dance.? She knew just were to go, Sabbat.? Would Cho be working tonight, she wondered?? Of course, he would be.? He worked just about every night there.? She was dressed in a mismatched outfit; green and white striped knee highs, a dark purple miniskirt, a hot pink tank top, topped off with a blue jean short jacket.? On her feet were black patent penny loafers.? Her purple hair and violet eyes and ruby red lipstick. She skipped up to the bouncer, Billy.? ¡°Hey there, Billy the kid.? Is our boyfriend working tonight?¡± She asked with a smile as she stood on her tiptoes to give the man a kiss on the cheek.? She had skipped right past the line of people waiting to get in, because she knew she would be allowed in. With a smile and a gentle hug back to the girl, ¡°Oh yes he is.? And he said I could have my kiss if he got drunk enough.¡±? He patted her rear end as she scooted through the open ropes.? She giggled and gave him a wink as she headed inside. She danced across the floor to the bar where Melissa, the redheaded waitress of the night was talking with Cho.? She scooted onto the bar stool next to them, ¡°I will have my Special, Mr. Cho,¡± she said with a wink as she gave a smile to Melissa, ¡°hello there, Lissa.? Going to be a great night, I can feel it.¡±? She has always called Melissa, Lissa and the girl never seemed to mind. Tag: Amy, Whitt, Charlie, Luuka, Scott, Babs |
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Re: Port Vega: Done with the drama (Ireland, Mia)
(Raine) He had had enough of whiny boy.? Hell he had had enough of Whiny boy when he was here much less now that he didn't have to be here.? So as he came off the roof and landed.? He sighed to himself.? 'Thank God he didn't have to go in there, He was in no hurry to see his father.? Not that he was going to run into him anyway.? He was normally in his office about now commanding his troops besides he only came here to see Ireland anyway.??
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"Hey baby girl, you have time for a pain in the ass big brother we can go for a...walk?!?"? He noticed the lovely redhead come out after him.? He knew his sister was open with her preferences, he wondered briefly.? This obviously wasn't Brandon's new girlfriend, but it did seem like the kind of girl Brandon would go after...but he wondered...if she were here with Ireland...maybe...she might be with Ireland or even worse a bit to headstrong and independent or whiny boy.? He needed to get him some damn balls and grow the hell up!'? He thought.? He was about to say more but wasn't going to go there as the look in her eyes seems like she was in kind of a mood.? It didn't bother him, he was here for her anything else didn't matter, she was his sister and that was it.? No mom, dad, baby brother.? Just her.??
"Sup??"? He asked his eyes had the determined look in them that gave him a relaxed look he had changed and he was more focused on others than himself, yeah he still had selfish moments of course but his primary concern was Ireland now the rest was secondary save for his partner that he would be getting back too soon enough (Ireland) Just as they walked outside the last person she expected to see but wasn¡¯t surprise he was there stepped forward. ¡°Hey Raine. Mia, This is Raine. Brandon and my oldest brother.¡± She said still holding Mia¡¯s hand and grabbing Raine¡¯s hand. ¡°Raine this is Mia, a friend. We are going to go have a smashing good time. You can come. But you have to behave. Can you do that?¡± (Mia) Mia was a little surprised when Ireland took her hand, but was glad for the touch.? She was about to say something in regards to going and seeing places when she?was startled by the sudden appearance of another large man.? 'Geesh, are all the men around here huge,' she thought to herself then Ireland introduced them to each other.? "Wait, your brother...brothers.? Brandon is your brother? How did I miss that?" Then she recalled Harrison saying something about being their "mother".? She shrugged at that point, "nice to meet you, Raine.? I guess we are all going to have a good time now." She gave Ireland a smile as they walked along and waited for Raine's response to behaving. Tag: Raine, Ireland |
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Re: Port Vega: Taking Responsibility (Chord and Kites)
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[Kites] Kites's heart and mind began to feel clouded.? He understood when Chord was coming from, but he was thoroughly confused on where Chord expected such perfection from, especially right off the bat and from a group of people who had never met, nor lived with nor knew each other at all.? But camaraderie aside, did they really expect that everyone would be as mature as someone who's had years of experience and time to work themselves out?? They were all still young adults had a hell of a lot more growing to do...did he really expect that if everyone came of age, they are immediately the mature, ideal adults that society expects them all to be?? Does Chord think this way too? "My goals?? My only goal when I left the orphanage was to find my parents.? I wanted to know where I came from, why I am who I am, and why I was abandoned.? When I left the convent, the only things I took with me were the clothes on my back, a bag to carry some food in, and my golden bracelet that had my name inscribed as the only clue to who I was.? I had no money and no idea on where to start, but I expected that once I made it to Vega, that I would figure it out somehow.? Maybe I could find some work, make some money, start my search, until you scouted me.? You told me that if I join you, not only will I be part of something greater, but I will also be able to use this as a means of finding my parents.? So I did, and here I am, but..." "Do I think I will be able to focus?? I want to say yes, but right now my mind and my heart are at war with each other.? I know what needs to be done, but I still feel uneasy about it.? How can I so easily agree to stand alone and against everyone when we are meant to be a team?? Will I know the right thing to do when there is a huge conflict?? I don't know, sir.? I hope that the things I learn along the way will help me make a decision should such a time come.? I want to do more, I want to become more...but I need help to do it," he said, looking back at Chord.? "How did you do it, sir?? When you first started.? Did you also have such a conflict of being and how did you resolve it?" Kites was afraid.? He was afraid that he would be forced to make such a hard choice having barely had any time to acclimate to any of this.? Is there really no reconciliation between the heart and the mind?? Is there really no third option that would let everyone win in this scenario? [tag Chord] |
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Re: A Pirates Life (Khadashee and Draven)
¿ªÔÆÌåÓý(Draven/Capt. Flynn)Captain Flynn looked at Draven a little confused by what was happening.? They had just been in the middle of an attack on a merchant ship.? Now everyone was paused waiting for either captain to do something.? The lady sitting on pile of lines asking if something could be true.? "Ah, what?" Draven held up his hand, "parley," one word spoken.? Captain Flynn knew the word.? With a sigh, he pulled his boatswain's pipe from it's pouch and gave the retreat call.? His crew, who were also very confused, released those on the merchant's vessel they were holding, gathered up their belongings and all returned to the Maiden Anne. Draven knelt down to Khadashee, "my dear, now is not the time to discuss this.? We need to figure out things with Captain Flynn.? You asked me to do something and well, now everyone is waiting on us." ?Khadashee If she had been thinking rationally she would have nodded, stood and returned to negotiations. But she wasn¡¯t thinking rationally. Nothing was rational or logical right now. All the was running through her mind right now was the possibility ...the reality...the very real truth that she...that maybe.? So his words about the others mean nothing right now. ¡°That can wait.¡± She said with a definite frown. They call all wait.¡± She said ¡°Now tell me...Do you really it¡¯s true. Do you think that I¡¯m...that I really could be pregnant.¡± Just then both of the following ships broke through the fog to flank the Maiden Anne on either side. |
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Re: Port Vega: Devi has fun. (Devi, NPC Jordie, open)
Jhwulfven
(NPC Jordie) Jordie gave Devi a small smile in regards to the drink.? He never drank, with his ability alcohol and rapidly moving eyes just didn't mix well.? "Ah, well I am their investigator and surveillance tech."? He explained as he moved to leave Devi's apartment.? "When you are ready just text your name and number to that number and Aurora will call you back." (Devi) ? ?Devi seen Jordie's small smile. She gave him a warm smile back. When he explained that he was their investigator and surveillance tech she grinned. He moved to leave as he told her to text her name and number to the number on the card and Aurora would get back to her. She gave him a nod as she took a sip of her whiskey. As she set the glass down she stepped away from the island and moved to stand just a few feet away from Jordie. "Text nama, number, she gets back with me. Got it." She looked up at the handsome young man. "So you are the surveillance and investigations huh. Interesting. You ever do some private investigating?"? Tag: NPC Jordie
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Re: The Trouble Begins (Katya and Ashton)
(Ashton) Ashton was not happy at losing a friend, but he could get there only to eye and identify the body.??He would go see Arrow as soon as this was over but he needed to get to ZsaZsa first.? She had questions to answer.? The look on his face was relaxed but he had been with Katya long enough for her to know that it was more a frustrating concern.? She could still read him, he couldn¡¯t remember when they weren¡¯t lovers in his heart she had always been that missing piece¡vampire or no.? It was something about loving another immortal, he was a fallen, she was a vampire and now with a daylight ring, they could truly be together...forever?? He wasn¡¯t sure if they could work together, he was hoping that they could but he wasn¡¯t sure right now.? He could be moody as hell when he was on a mission and his current mission was protecting his woman...at least her reputation.? He smirked as she
bypassed all of his fake bull that made him unreadable by most people save
her.? He so wanted to grab her and slam
her into the walk and take her right there¡he was in the mood to have her
yes¡but not make love to her.? But that
was something that would have to wait as well.?
"You look amazing as always, my heart." He listened to her
and shook his head as he smirked she was clearly in his mind but still wanted
to know where he was currently.? ¡°I don¡¯t
see the reason to rush to Arrow if he is already dead!? He will still be dead when we get there.? I need an answer from ZsaZsa first..before
someone else gets to her.¡±? He put his
glasses on that would change in the light, but they hid the true color of his
eyes, instead of the almost electric green, at least most of the time.? He looked at her and smirked, snatching the
keys out of the air, that she had tossed to him.??He waited for her to
get in as he mentally mapped out the places that ZsaZsa might have been and one
stood out over all others.
It was a safe house that he knew about if she was truly on the run she might go there.? It was the one place that he knew about from her and Arrow.? He liked to keep tabs on those he worked with, he knew of her but he didn¡¯t think she would give him bad information without reason¡why and what was the reason?? If she knew Arrow was dead she would make it a point to get scarce so he would need to get to her soon, like yesterday. Once she had¡he turned to kiss her deeply, wantonly, passionately.? Sure it was the wrong time, but he didn¡¯t know when they would get another chance.? There were times when he shifted to work mode he forgot he was love with the most beautiful woman on the planet and he never wanted her to wonder if he still loved her.? This was why chose now to remind her in case he got into himself.??He let their lips and tongues dance for a few moments before letting the kiss break as he looked into her eyes.? ¡°Yes, I love you!¡±? He said before finally pulling out of the drive and headed to the place where ZsaZsa was most likely to be.
(Katya) Katya had been with Ashton long enough to know exactly what he was thinking, and feeling.? Most of the time she read his mind as he seemed to no longer try and keep her out of it.? Once they were settled in the car he turned and gave her a deep kiss.? She melted into it and returned it with just as much passion.? "I love you too!" She responded.? "Now, let's go." As he started driving, she dialed Eryk.? "What happened at the docks?" she asked the phone.? She listened while her man explained.? "How many did we actually lose?"? she listened, "and the product?" After a few more moments of listening, "thanks, Eryk.? I will be in touch soon.? Working on things from this angle." She hung up the phone. "Seems that before you showed up at the East Dock someone else did and they tipped off my crew of you coming.? By the time you got there, most of them and my product had moved from there to another location.? The ones you attacked were the stragglers."? She informed Ashton. Tag: Ashton |
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Re: Blood Bonds: Family Ties
¿ªÔÆÌåÓý(Draven) Draven moaned a little as she kissed his neck, "Yes, but when I am in an attack mode, this is not the way to calm me.? And, my love, your blood is mixed, when I say fresh blood I mean from a source that is not supernatural.? But thank you for the offer."? He let his hand slide up her back and he caressed her head while his other hand moved to palm a breast. Anais Anais moaned at his hands on her breast. Her leg moved to straddle him so her covered heating sex now rested against his hardness. ¡°So you mean,¡± she said as she continued to lick and nip his throat. ¡°When you are in attack mode.¡± She said rubbing against his hard her voice husky ¡°This will not calm you.¡± She said her hand moving to stroke him. |
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Re: A Pirates Life (Khadashee and Draven)
(Khadashee) Khadashee was disoriented as Draven moved her. Her blood was pounding through her ears so loudly she could barely see or hear anyone. She was dizzy and tired and the last time she felt this way...¡°do you really think it could be true?¡± She said tears in her eyes as she looked up at the two men before. (Draven/Capt. Flynn) Captain Flynn looked at Draven a little confused by what was happening.? They had just been in the middle of an attack on a merchant ship.? Now everyone was paused waiting for either captain to do something.? The lady sitting on pile of lines asking if something could be true.? "Ah, what?" Draven held up his hand, "parley," one word spoken.? Captain Flynn knew the word.? With a sigh, he pulled his boatswain's pipe from it's pouch and gave the retreat call.? His crew, who were also very confused, released those on the merchant's vessel they were holding, gathered up their belongings and all returned to the Maiden Anne. Draven knelt down to Khadashee, "my dear, now is not the time to discuss this.? We need to figure out things with Captain Flynn.? You asked me to do something and well, now everyone is waiting on us." Tag: Khadashee |
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Re: Blood Bonds: Family Ties
(Anais) Anais stroked his cheek as she eased into his lap. "Well, there are other physical ways you can deal with confrontation. I can think of a few things that¡¯s you can do when get all riled up.¡± she said leaning in to kiss his neck. When he mentioned the blood dens she frowned. She had just thought that. Was he reading her thoughts again? ¡°Well you can always drink from me if you want.¡± She said to move away from her thoughts. (Draven) Draven moaned a little as she kissed his neck, "Yes, but when I am in an attack mode, this is not the way to calm me.? And, my love, your blood is mixed, when I say fresh blood I mean from a source that is not supernatural.? But thank you for the offer."? He let his hand slide up her back and he caressed her head while his other hand moved to palm a breast. Tag: Anais |
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Re: Port Vega: Devi has fun. (Devi, NPC Jordie, open)
(Devi)? Devi listened quietly as Jordie explained what was wanted of her. When he declined a drink she shrugged her shoulders a little. "Devi, please. Miss is way so formal." She took a sip of her whiskey. "You are missing out." As she raises her glass a little.? When Jordie hands her the card, Devi reached out and took it. She looked it over and then set it down. Her attention back on Jordie she smiled. Mischief was plain to see in her smile. "The Benders of Light. That's an interesting name." She took an other sip. "So I am to assume that you are part of the Benders of Light. What is it that you do for them?"? (NPC Jordie) Jordie gave Devi a small smile in regards to the drink.? He never drank, with his ability alcohol and rapidly moving eyes just didn't mix well.? "Ah, well I am their investigator and surveillance tech."? He explained as he moved to leave Devi's apartment.? "When you are ready just text your name and number to that number and Aurora will call you back." Tag: Devi?
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Re: High Moon Tales. Tales of the Wicked West.
(Flynn) The pookah came up, leading the two horses he'd found and calmed down. He handed the reins of the first horse to Callie. "These'll do for you and me. Mount up." Throwing his saddle bags over the pommel of his own horse, Flynn mounted up as well. "The rest of you," he said loudly, glancing around at those still among the living, "get a horse and get ready to move. This here train is leavin' for Miller's Crossing in one minute and anyone who ain' on is gonna get left behind. I've got one trick left to try, but I need everyone here and close together to do it." Flynn then turned back to Callie. "I gotta concentrate pretty heavy to do this, so I'd appreciate it if'n you could keep anything with teeth 'n claws off of me till it's done." With that, the pookah closed his eyes and began to chant in the low strange voice he'd used earlier to calm the horses. A shimmer of green formed in the air around him, then began to expand slowly outward, covering first him, then his horse, and then Callie and her horse, and continuing to grow until is covered an area big enough to encompass the entire party... if they managed to get inside it in time. [Sicilien] "Yes, I see them clear as day. It's why I was trying to stop you from running into them," Sicilien hissed through his teeth, looking around. The beasts appeared to be more focused on the fallen prey at the moment, one that didn't look like it was going to fight back any time soon. However, it wasn't lost on him when Etienne pointed out a pack of coyotes eyeing them from a distance. He knew that look. The mangy flea-bitten mutts were sizing them up, waiting for the opportune moment to spring on them. Seeing as it was just two of them vs a pack of what...eight coyotes?, which he could've taken any other day of the week, but not when he had someone else to worry about. Plus, they wouldn't be only items on the menu once the beasts cleaned the bones off the entire town, so he did not resist when Etienne grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards the group, taking off at a run. When they reached Chase, Callie and Flynn were back, their bags at the tow and two horses at the ready. There wasn't much time to rifle through the dead bodies for ammo. He was just going to have to rely on what he had on him already. They needed to leave now so when Flynn instructed them to grab more horses, loathe as he was to let go of Etienne, he pulled away and immediately turned towards the stables. Several seconds later, Sicilien rode out mounted atop a brown and white speckled stallion, leading another towards Chase, giving him the leads once he was close enough. He then turned his own horse around and bent down, extending his hand towards Etienne, motioning for her to come on over. "I'm afraid no other beasts of burden were available, so you're going to have to choose who you want to ride with," he said, briefly looking at his partner, but then back to Etienne. The green wave that was emanating from Flynn now washed over him, causing him to shiver a bit. "Either Chase or myself, but make that decision quickly. We're running out of time." (Etienne)? Etienne was thankful of the distraction of the apparent army of devouring animals. It meant she didn¡¯t have to deal with the feelings she was feeling. Because she didn¡¯t want to deal with any of those right now. Right now she wanted to get the hell out of this town alive. The animals seemed to ignore them enough to allow them to gather. She frowned at Sicilien when he began to lecture her ¡°I stopped didn¡¯t I,¡± she said When he left and came back with only two horses, she frowned. And then his words gave him away...the bastard. Instead of ridding with him or Chase she moved to Callie. ¡°Can I ride with you. Please.¡± She said begging the woman. ?(Chase) Chase didn¡¯t even bother, he just got up on the offered horse.? What was Sicilien thinking?? Oh yes to rub in the fact that the woman he had been trying to save¡maybe glimmer of hope for Chase was Sicilian's ex.? Now after that kiss of a long lost lover, he had the gall to ask if she wanted to ride with him or Chase. ?¡®Really?¡¯ He let his sly charming wolf-like smile play over his features.? He watched as she went to Cassie.? To try to prove a point that she was still independent and could make her own choices¡she could but he saw how this was supposed to turn out.? He was certainly the odd man out for sure, he shrugged it out since this was his life and nothing had changed. ? ¡°So are we ready now?¡± He asked his eye were more focused on those that were not feeding but hunting.? He could see them and smell them, he knew them.? He was them. ?¡°We need to go¡Now.? We are being hunted.¡± ?He said having gathered as much ammo and money as he could.? He was not wanting to shoot from horseback but he might have to if they didn¡¯t hurry. ? ?He moved closer into the circle to let the essence cover them hopefully enough to get to the next town.? If they didn¡¯t then they would be making a stand along the road¡in the open.? His mind kept going back to the hotel room¡the five of them all had a role to play in defeating this¡so they had to stick together¡for now! ?(New Callie Carson) ? ?Callie was in the saddle, her gear stowed on the back of the horse, as Flynn began to cast his spell. She was surprised when she looked down and saw Etienne standing beside her, arms outstretched and a desperate look on her face. She consider the woman for a moment, still uncertain about fully trusting her. ? ?Seeing that she was almost begging, Callie decided to take a leap and reached down, helping Etiette climb up into the saddle behind her. "Hang on tight...I'm not sure how this works. Never done it before." ? ?She glanced back at the girl, "Sorry about earlier, I was a little worked up." ? Tag Flynn, Sicilien, Etienne, Chase, Charity (jumping in periodically), Amy? ? |
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Re: Raconteur City: The Night Begins
¿ªÔÆÌåÓý[Luke] The sun sank low on the horizon. A smattering of clouds moved to the swift currents in the sky that had changed from pearl blue to musky white. The waters of the gulf were choppy and gray. ¡°A good day boss.¡± The voice rang out with a Jamaican accent. Luke Reardon turned from his perch on the bench that sat at the end of the dock. ¡°Hey Tiger,¡± he said. Tiger¡¯s legal name was Jayla Lee. She was nineteen with a Colonial and Indian blood line. She was tall with skin like mahogany and as beautiful as any runway model Luke had ever seen. She wore cutoffs and a tee shirt that read, ¡®Get Off beach¡¯. Jayla sat down next to him and also gazed out to the sea. ¡°They were happy, yes?¡± ¡°Yes, our excursion was very successful. They told me they were excited about the fish they caught. In fact, they said they¡¯d call about booking another day sometime in the future.¡± ¡°That is good Skip,¡± Jayla called him skipper or skip. Something she¡¯d been doing since she was just a little girl. ¡°I took a couple calls,¡± she said. ¡°Possible bookings for both of them.¡± Luke nodded. ¡°Fill up the calendar. I got nothing else to do.¡± ¡°You got nobody, wise you have naught else to do Skip.¡± He gave her a playful elbow. ¡°Ah shut up, would you? All the time bother me with this obsession.¡± She smiled and shrugged, ¡°Can¡¯t say what I want wit you?¡± ¡°Of course you may. Now isn¡¯t it time for you to be getting home?¡± ¡°Momma ask when you come for dinner?¡± ¡°Anytime,¡± Luke said. ¡°°Õ´Ç³¾´Ç°ù°ù´Ç·É?¡± ¡°Yeah, okay.¡± ¡°See you Skip,¡± Jayla said. She rose and walked back up the shore line. The sun was gone and the wind had died down when Luke decided to move. He¡¯d been contemplating staying with the boat tonight. Another tour was scheduled in the morning, and he could just stay and not drive back to the house. Staying would demand getting something to eat. The traffic was mellow in Raconteur. He pulled up to Eddie¡¯s BBQ. Beer and BBQ, what a great plan. Inside he was greeted like a long-lost family member. Business was slow, so he got in line and had the clerk build him a sandwich with a side of corn and wedgy fries. The BBQ place was dingy, dark and in many ways the opposite of inviting. The walls were lined in dark wood covered with old pictures of people who had perhaps lived and visited the place. Most of the images were of the homemade variety with people standing around not really ready to have their picture taken. Each photo felt like it had its own secret story no one was ever going to know because they looked to be about a hundred years old. The lighting was archaic too. Old converted ship lanterns with the original yellowed glass beamed light feebly. The cords and chain that suspended them from the ceiling as dusty and rusted as any you might find in a ship buried sixty fathoms in the ocean. He ate the meal slow and casual but as usual he was done in minutes. He finished off the beer and had decided to get gone when a voice from the entrance called out. ¡°Hey Captain,¡± a dark figure called out. ¡°Jones,¡± Luke replied with a chuckle. They were old friends and sometimes ultimate enemies across a board of chess. Jones was a huge man in almost every category. His balding scalp gleamed from the interior lights. He came over and sat down. ¡°You shovin¡¯ off sport?¡± ¡°I was sort of thinking about it,¡± Luke said. ¡°Well don¡¯t just yet. Got a story to tell you.¡± Luke looked down at his wrist and an imaginary watch. ¡°Go ahead, I¡¯m like killing time anyway.¡± ¡°Funny you should mention the word ¡®Killing¡¯. Kid got his ass shot off down on Bergen street.¡± ¡°Anyone we know?¡± ¡°Billy Wright ring a bell?¡± ¡°I knew of him,¡± Luke acknowledged. ¡°He was a couple classes behind me in High School. There is a reason why I remember him but it doesn¡¯t come to mind just yet.¡± ¡°Well he got himself in a world of hurt. Been doing the hustle with that opioid shit. But check this out, he was all cut to pieces. The story I heard was he was dead before the bullet.¡± ¡°Exotic attack you think,¡± Luke asked. ¡°Got to be Captain. One of them fancy assed medieval fucks.¡± ¡°Well, that is as good a reason to stay at the boat as any I¡¯ve heard.¡± ¡°You know that is right,¡± Jones nodded in reply. ¡°Lay low, let the law chase those butchers.¡± Luke made to get up. ¡°Whoa now, I got a board in the car. We should just have some beer and play a few games.¡± Luke nodded thoughtfully. ¡°Let no pawn be spared.¡±
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Re: Raconteur City: The Night Begins
(OOC: Fixing the post. Removing Cat's post as she has decided to leave. Tag: Scott.)
The sun has just set on a small little town just east of New Orleans.? Unlike the big city, this little town has it's own night life.? The vampires like to come out and play, the spellcasters like to find ways to work the night's magic into their craft.? Slowly the demons decide they want to play and find ways to make that happen.? All in all, the night has come and it is time for the supernatural to play. (Pyp) LaPorte was awakened by shouts and shooting from the other room. The girl he had with him was startled awake as well. "Benny?" she asked nervously, sitting up in the bed beside him in the dark. "Shhhh!" La Porte hissed, picking up his gun from the nearby bed-stand and pointing it at the bedroom door.? There was a flurry of noise - screams, sounds of struggling, furniture being knocked about, things hitting the wall or floor heavily - and then sudden silence. "Shit," La Porte muttered, keeping his gun on the door. This shouldn't be happening. Shin was dead.? His fucking demon was supposed to be gone.? Gone, dammit. He was half-expecting the door to be kicked in, but instead it simply swung open, revealing a dark shadow with glowing red eyes in the doorway.? The girl screamed and he began shooting, but after the second shot the shadow simply waved an arm and the gun flew out of his hand, hitting the wall before falling to the floor with a heavy thudding clunk. "Really?" the demon said disdainfully, glancing down at the new holes in his chest and then looking up again.? "Your guards already ruined my suit.? This is just adding insult to injury." The girl was still screaming and pointing at the demon, who merely gave her an annoyed look. "Back to sleep, you," he said, making a complex finger-gesture at her. The girl's eyes rolled up in her head and she fell back into the bed, unconscious. That done, the demon looked again to La Porte. At another gesture, the lights in the room flicked on to reveal a handsome if rather disheveled-looking young Korean whose sharply-tailored suit was now soaked with blood and spattered with gore. But even with the light now on, his eyes continued to gleam an unearthly red. "Wh-what do you want?" La Porte asked, trying hard to keep his fear off of his face and to keep his voice from sounding like he was on the edge of shitting his bed. "You killed my boss," the demon said, stepping further into the room, pulling a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket.? "Do you have _any_ idea how bad that makes me look?? Any idea at all?" He wiped streaks of blood spatter from his popstar flower-boy face, eyed the now-crimson handkerchief dubiously, then shrugged and stuffed it back into his pocket.? "No, you don't," he went on, returning his glare to La Porte.? "Because you're a dumb two-bit wannabe who got into stuff _way_ over your pay grade." "How did you find me?" Stall, stall, the gangster's mind screamed. Maybe he didn't get all of your guards. Maybe someone heard the shots and will come to check. Maybe-- "Wasn't that hard, really." The demon casually reached into his other jacket pocket and drew out a plastic baggie with a hand in it - a woman's hand - and tossed it onto the bed.? "Once I got your hit-girl, I had you." Eyeing the hand, he shook his head and sighed.? "I told Shin that his weakness for pretty girls would be the death of him. He thought I was kidding." He rolled his eyes as he added "the fucking moron." "I... I've got money," La Porte ventured, licking his lips anxiously.? "Wall safe, back of the closet. You can have it al-" "You really are one ignorant little shit," the demon said, turning away to look himself over in a large wall mirror on the other side of the room. "You think money matters to me?" Taking a comb out, he began meticulously trying to smooth his disheveled black locks into place.? "You know what money can buy you in Hell?" he asked, letting the question hang in the air while he finished his grooming.? "Nothing," he said finally, slipping the comb back into his pocket.? "That's what.? Not a damned thing." "And now, because of you..." the demon turned yet again to face La Porte, eyeing him with distaste "...I've gotta hope someone summons me before my three days are up. If not, I get ripped back to Hell.? And you know what? I fucking _hate_ hell.? It's boring. Nothing but endless, eternal damnation. _Here_..." he said, gesturing at the world around him "...here is where the real action is." The gangster blinked, his fear-addled brain trying to process what he'd just heard.? Three... days? "Oh, you didn't know about that, did you?" the demon said, smirking at La Porte's visible distress.? "If our summoner dies for any reason, we don't get zapped back right away. We get three days before Hell can reclaim us.? That gives us three days to hope a new summons comes through. Three days to have one last blow-out of a fling while we still can.? Or three days to take care of any unfinished business." As he spoke, the demon began to fully emerge, from the horns that now adorned his head, the bat-like wings arcing out over his shoulders, and the barbed tail whisking restlessly behind him.? "Like you," he said, leaning in close till his bright red eyes were blazing only inches away from the gangster's.? "_You're_ my unfinished business." "It took me one day to track you down. That leaves two days. Two days for you and me to get _real_ close..." the demon hissed, running a taloned finger down the side of La Porte's profusely sweating face, even as the air became redolent with the smell of the gangster shitting himself "...before I finally send you downstairs." "But why waste the time?" the demon said suddenly, grinning as he withdrew his talon from the gangster's neck.? "I'd much rather spend the two days drinking, eating and fucking than waste them on an insignificant little shit like you. So, down you go!" La Porte barely had time to blink before the demon abruptly tore into his chest and ripped his heart out, holding the still-beating thing up before his eyes even as his body went into convulsions and his vision began to fade. "And hey..." the demon's voice seemed to come from far away as the gangster felt himself inexplicably falling while still thrashing about on the bed "...when you get there, tell them Pyp sent you." (Cho) Cho woke up feeling like crap, stomped under the heel, and couldn¡¯t get it off the bottom of some storm giant¡¯s shoe.? He normally felt so much better after absorbing the essence of some supernatural it gave him normally at least another 90 days or so.? But this one was a wolf, that had killed so many that the taint was on his very soul.?? It made Cho feel vile and want vomit even though he had done a good thing by sending the creature to hell.? That part of him still felt the pain of all those slain, their hopes, dreams, their potential.? But he spent most of his time last night writing their loved ones letters of closure and he couldn¡¯t go to sleep until he had.? It was part of his process.? He hunted¡monsters and sometimes those monsters were not vampires or wolves sometimes they were altogether human¡but he couldn¡¯t get a recharge off of those souls. He got up to shower again, just to refresh himself.? He came back and got dressed, having moisturized his chocolate naked form.? He was scheduled to work at the club tonight, so he had to go into his office for the day.? It was his front for his true job, he worked in IT cause of his skills and typically gave him access to certain information that was the backbone of his man job.? It was the commodity that he dealt in, those that had information either came to him or shared with him cause like those he worked for¡he paid well for it.? He checked the house alarm twice as was his habit before he drove to the office for a little bit.? He looked at a few of his voicemails on his office system that matched his cell phone, so he deleted those.? He got himself some of his energy drink, but he was glad that one of his clients was able to make him that ring that he ordered, he never left without it once he had enchanted it for a specific purpose.? He again made it a point to lock the door and set the alarm system twice before he headed to the club. Once he arrived at the club, he looked over the bouncer who didn¡¯t look that much bigger than he did, but that was the deception of the shapeshifter that was far stronger than what he looked.? He chuckled only to fist bump him as he walked in. ¡°I will have your drink for you later,¡± Cho said. ¡°How about that kiss?¡±? the bouncer replied. He arched his eyes at the man¡¯s words.? ¡°I don¡¯t swing that way!¡±? It was part of their regular banter. ¡°I can be a woman for you?!?¡±? He winked. ¡°Depends on how drunk I get¡I will think about it.¡±? He shook his head and went into the back, to clock in.? After that he came back out and moved behind the bar,? as he began to set up his bar how he liked it putting stuff in place, checking his stock before the regulars came in, and the bachelorette party that was scheduled for the night.? He was in some dark jeans and his sleeves were rolled up which revealed his rather muscular arms. ¡°Sup Cho?¡±? The lush redhead waitress spoke to him. ¡°Hey cutie, how you doing?¡±? He smiled licking his lips more out of habit then him thinking she was on the menu. ¡°Needed for you to be here so I can get bigger tips?¡±? She replied. ¡°I thought all of your days were big not just when I am here?¡± He looked at her. ¡°I am looking for a tip in particular.¡±? She winked now. This time he blushed seemed like everyone was in a mood tonight or the last soul he had absorbed had a kind of animal magnetism associated with it that had been passed on to him now.? Not that he minded the attention, but what part was him and what part was the energy he had absorbed.? He was aware that it wasn¡¯t him all the time.? ¡°I can add you to my dance card if you give me your number."? He winked after he composed himself.? He could only hope this lasted long enough for him to perhaps get a real date. (Kutsuki) Kutsuki was running around his room, cackling like a madman to himself.? He has been preparing for this moment for so long that he almost didn't even know what to do with himself.? Years upon years was spent pouring through all sorts of dark tomes, myriads of dusty old demonic scrolls and back bent over the computer screen, researching the literal digital hell that was the interweb.? Months and months and months of waiting, planning, staking out, syncing up everyone's schedules, playing the good ole child routine - all of it was driving him nuts!? But no longer...the wait would have been so worth it.? All the failures and the mistakes, all the minute adjustments that he's had to make...all the candles had to be precisely and methodically placed, the wax meticulously etched with the spells of protection so as to create a barrier.? Ingredients of the more exotic variety had to be procured, raiding almost every single occult shop, witches' dens, various voodoo shops of which there were many in the French Quarter of New Orleans, and many more.? Eye of newt, still-beating heart of a goat, dead man's hangnails - these were the most common of the available assortment.? A swatch of hair from a twice old maid, the ring finger of the thrice scorned bride, with the ring still attached...that last one made him giggle with barely contained glee.? These were nigh difficult to get ahold of since they all required precise and impeccable timing.? However, one could find almost anything they wanted in Rancoteur if they just knew where to look, or threatened to burn down a place or two, and actually followed through with it. All the furniture has been off to the sides, the bed stood up on its edge against the wall.? Bookcases, shelves, anything with a solid surface was arranged in such a way as to make a half circle, like the crescent moon.? All the books, every single page was in some way, shape or form dedicated to the occult.? Kutsuki has leafed through all of them at least three or four times in his periods of fixated obsession.? Today was no different, no...? Today WAS going to be different.? He slid to a halt in front of his bedroom mirror, the "Den of No Return" he called it, taking a moment to compose himself.? His hair, as white as a freshly fallen snow, sat disheveled upon his face, using his left hand to push it out of his face, but yet falling right back, hiding the right side of his face.? He raised his chin, a flippant sort of look on his face as he pushed the squarish glasses back up with a middle finger.? His eyes narrowed as they fell upon the book that sat half opened at his bedside table.? Reaching for it, he flipped it fully open, his fingers landing on the pages that described the sort of garb a demonic summoner would wear, but who cared for that?? He looked back at the mirror, twirling about as his reflection mimicked his movements. "<Do demons really care what you wear on the day of their summoning?>" he asked himself in Japanese, idly tilting the hand that held the book off to the side.? Kutsuki turned this way and that, examining his garb.? He wore what he always wore inside the house, a a black pair of under armor tights and long sleeved shirt, coupled with that indigo colored, 3/4 sleeved sweater that was too sizes too large on him, one side always sliding off of one of his shoulders.? It was worn almost like a tunic, pooling around his thighs like a skirt.? No shoes.? Absolutely none.? He preferred being barefoot inside his home, one habit that he would never ever change about himself.? Fingers and toes always applied with black nail polish, that was a must.? "A comfy, goth look," his unwanted circle cult of followers labelled, that insufferable gaggle of chickens that followed at his every step, always at a distance, making his skin crawl with just their presence alone.? Just like the chicken that laid across the silver tray with its neck cut wide open, oozing blood out of its gullet, pooling around an expertly drawn pentagram, its various circles inlaid with long forgotten Latin, inscription that called upon the deepest, darkest depth.? Smirking at its reflection, Kutsuki haphazardly tossed the book aside, shrugging his wide shoulders.? "<The fuck is he gonna care?? He's dead when he gets here anyhow.>" Whirling around to face the demonic circle, Kutsuki picked up another one, this one leather bound in in black and red.? The words that revealed the contents of the book were filigreed with gold, a sort of way too fanciful font for a demon summoning book.? And yet, it described its inhabitant to a T, a demon unlike the most of his kind, the ones that his "original" parents wanted to summon, with him as its sacrifice.? The type of demon who employed madness through the bountiful harvest of wealth that it bestowed upon its master, and he used that word loosely, because in the end, who was the master of whom?? Certainly not their summoner.? It was that very demon that Kutsuki was wanting to bring forth, to let that asshole taste the air of Earth again, and then rip him apart in a most magnificent way, to pay him back for having rejected his vessel so long ago.? Oh, today was going to be a day of reckoning, but not for Kutsuki, but rather for his unwilling demonic slave.? His mouth twisted into the most sadistic smile, lips letting loose a psychotic, clownish sort of laugh as he titled his head back, eventually stopping until only the quietest hiccup could be heard and then none after.? Looking back at the circle, he briefly glanced back at the myriad of tools that lay at his disposal.? Various consecrated and sanctified tools lay about, divvied up into the various religions that they came from.? Purified salts, voodoo dolls, crossed, silver daggers, you name it, he had it.? If there was ever someone unprepared, it was not him. "<Let's get this party started!>" he shouted with such exuberance, opening his arms wide as the air suddenly became extremely oppressive.? The wavering flames that bit at the candle wicks they sat upon were suddenly deathly still.? As he began chanting, Kutsuki's eyes began to glow bright, a fiery crimson red even more pronounced in the dimness of the room.? The book that he held now flew in front of him, violently ripped open as the pages kept flipping until they at last came to the dead middle, portraying the pentagram circle much like the one that Kutsuki drew, though much less defined and ugly.? A slew of words graced the pages, though it was not the Latin that it spoke of, but the crudely scrawled language of the demons as if written by a claw.? It is what he suddenly began speaking, a sort of inhuman, guttural type of language that sounded as if it came from the underbelly of hell, like the rough bray of an old goat.? The pentagram began glowing a fiery red, much like his eyes, as he felt his body float, just the tips of his toes touching the bare floor.? A wind picked up in the room, threatening to blow the flames out that dearly held onto their wicked lives.? As he brought his hands together, a flash of light glinted off a metal edge as he winced and turned his right hand palm down, as rivulets of blood dripped randomly upon the floor. "<I summon thee, you old reviler of tongues, the desecrator of the commonwealth, ruiner of prosperity!>" Kutsuki called out, his voice sounding akin to mad, barking dog, sweeping his hand over the circle as blood dripped down to the edge of his undershirt, wetting the fibers.? The rest of what he spoke was unintelligible.? "<Come out, come out, you bastard of the underworld!? You adulterated mongrel.? Heed your master's call!? I summon thee!>"??Let's see you get out of this one, you son of a bitch! Tag: Scott, Babs, Amy, Whitt, Charlie, Luuka |
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Re: Port Vega: Done with the drama (Ireland, Mia)
(Mia)
Mia wondered what she had done this time, but simply shrugged it off, stood and made her way to follow Ireland out the door.? "So, where are we going?? And are we walking?" She asked with a smile glad to be along with someone outside of the facility. ?
(Raine)
He had had enough of whiny boy.? Hell he had had enough of Whiny boy when he was here much less now that he didn't have to be here.? So as he came off the roof and landed.? He sighed to himself.? 'Thank God he didn't have to go in there, He was in no hurry to see his father.? Not that he was going to run into him anyway.? He was normally in his office about now commanding his troops besides he only came here to see Ireland anyway.?? ?
"Hey babygirl, you have time for a? pain in the ass big brother we can go for a...walk?!?"? He noticed the lovely redhead come out after him.? He knew his sister was open with her preferences, he wondered briefly.? This obviously wasn't Brandon's new girlfriend, but it did seem like the kind of girl Brandon would go after...but he wondered...if she were here with Ireland...maybe...she might be with Ireland or even worse a bit to headstrong and independent or whiny boy.? He needed to get him some damn balls and grow the hell up!'? He thought.? He was about to say more but wasn't going to go there as the look in her eyes seems like she was in kind of a mood.? It didn't bother him, he was here for her anything else didn't matter, she was his sister and that was it.? No mom, dad, baby brother.? Just her.??
"Sup??"? He asked his eyes had the determined look in them that gave him a relaxed look he had changed and he was more focused on others than himself, yeah he still had selfish moments of course but his primary concern was Ireland now the rest was secondary save for his partner that he would be getting back too soon enough
Just as they walked outside the last person she expected to see but wasn¡¯t surprise he was there stepped forward. ¡°Hey Raine. Mia, This is Raine. Brandon and my oldest brother.¡± She said still holding Mia¡¯s hand and grabbing Raine¡¯s hand. ¡°Raine this is Mia, a friend. We are going to go have a smashing good time. You can come. But you have to behave. Can you do that?¡± ? |
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