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 Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 1:34 am
Sitting there still Kael stretched his arms out wrapping them around Sable for a moment before pulling her close to him and pressing a kiss against her neck before moving away and standing up. "What an invigorating day" he smirked looking down at his Origin as he moved his hands in front of her. "Something I think that might help to dissolve some of your boredom came some time earlier" he said his hand becoming a blur for a moment before a letter seemed to appear in his hand. "An invitation letter to a party at a one Damien Wayan's abode" he said the name slowly running of his lips as he held it infront of Sable before drawing it back and putting it into his pocket. "Let it be something to think about since you have such a want to taste the blood of those rich and famous" he chuckled drawing his fingers over his lips the taste of Sable still lingering on them. He was to most aspects addicted to Sable as most Consorts were but showed it much more freely then Valen cared to enjoying the playful antics he could have with her.
About to leave tho one of his Hosts came into the room looking to each of them for a moment before bowing several times and apologizing for her intrusion. "Yes yes Abigale what is it that would bring you here to interrupt" he asked turning to the woman. She was in her mid twenties at the oldest locks of red hair and delicate freckles complimented her slightly tanned skin. "If it is about Sara you should go ahead and clean up with that. Also take the portrait on the table into town later and see if you can find a buyer" he said dismissing the girl. It was easy to see among his hosts at least he knew usually what each one was thinking. "Such a bother to have such delicate flowers darting about the house not knowing there place at times" he said aloud turning back to Sable. His words carried a cruel side to them laced with a poison undertone that the Host could hear as she left from the room to 'Clean' after the girl from earlier.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 3:11 am
Jackie sighed and sat in at 'her' table, a steaming cup of tea clamped tightly between her shivering hands. It was amazing how much heat the body could loose when half caked in mud.
Tossing a bitter look at the lower half of her jeans the ash haired woman sighed and took a long sip of her hot beverage, the slight burning sensation comforting and warming her, as the liquid slid down her throat.
"did'ja hear theres going to be 'a big o'l party up at that there rich chaps house.."
The chair just across the table was pulled out as a large man, with sparse greying hair took the seat, a bacon sandwich being slid across until it his her cup with a soft clink.
Raising an eyebrow Jackie let a soft smile flit across her face at the sight of the slightly over weight, balding man, relaxing in the chair across from her.
"neih, I did Uncle Merry, half of the universe probably knows by this point in time and as ever yes my family was invited and no we won't be going"
Jackie's voice held a frosty, animistic tone as she took a vicious bite of her bacon sandwich, effectively stopping any more attempts at her uncles small talk.
Running his hand through his hair the old man stood up, a booming chuckle echoing around the cafe as he patted his niece on the shoulder, causing the poor old woman who had just entered to jump in fright as she clutched at the counter, earning an apologetic wave from the man as he felt with his niece who had now taken to fully ignoring him.
"you should watch how you talk to family kiddo next time I'll ask for you to pay for your food besides, some men won't appreciate such a cold and unwelcoming aura from such a lovely young girl!"
With an indignant huff at her relatives antics Jackie turned her attention back to her food, her face once again nothing but an icy frown as she continued her assault on the poor bacon bap in her hands.(( ^^ all you need now is the joker to crash it and its officially a vampire-batman RP ))
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 10:15 pm
When Valen hadn't been looking, Sable had even offered him a small wave off. There was no doubt that she would offer up that same, pretty smile upon his return, probably as a more subtle attempt to mess with his head. Then, of course, Kael took her attention with his usual charming behavior. He had something interesting, an entertaining distraction that she could soon indulge herself with? The smile that was on her lips widened to a full blown grin just as that mischevious look she often wore resurfaced in her eyes once more. She couldn't help but lick her lips at the thought of drinking such high quality blood. "I can't seem to think of a reason why I wouldn't want to attend such an...interesting event. After all, this Wayan fellow was so thoughtful as to send an invitation my way." She found herself curious about this man. Something about this absolutely reeked of danger and risk. That simply made her want to attend the party all the more. Once the topic changed to the cannon-fodder clan Hosts, she couldn't help but let out a small snicker. "It's such a shame that they don't always learn the first time, isn't it?" The first time, of course, meaning the first brutal execution witnessed.
~*~
Somehow, Jane had to expect this. Pretty much anyone asked this of her sooner or later. As per always, though, she was quick to give in. "Ah...uhm...I guess you can..." Sometimes, she really wished she had the will to say no. Why did everyone want the same thing from her? So disgusting. Yet she'd do it, like she would with any other. One supposed this made Jane a bit of a slut by proxy.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 1:52 pm
"So I've been experimenting with experimental government property..." Lilit said casually as she entered Sable's room again. "And I may or may not have... sort of... atomized a few Hosts in an attempt to teleport them. Just a little. Erm, I mean, their squishy bits are still here. Just, you know, a heads up before you realize that a few of them are missing. Well, dead. But still." Lilit gave a thumbs up and added, "Ani ohev otach, Sable. Ani mitstaer meod." She scurried over and gave Sable a quick kiss on the cheek, and then she ran out, towards her laboratory.
(("I love you" and "I'm sorry"))
Ava smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to her friend's lips, then snuggled closer again. "That was nice," she said with an elated giggle. She was taking it slow, but she was still thrilled with her progress. "You have nice lips, Janie."
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 2:34 pm
Dutifully returning back to his Origin's room Valen placed the gleaming tray onto the desk before her, nodding slightly on his way to leave from the room. With a single glance around at the mischievous smirk on her lips (his gaze lingered a bit too long that sight for his own liking) and the look of appeal on Kael's, he knew that they would be enjoying a wonderful time of torture on whatever poor humans they could muster. He had other plans in mind however, though if needed he would join them later on in the night. Stepping away the Consort hurriedly departed to head towards the training grounds, whittling away his idle time in further honing his skills. Truthfully he was already bored out of his mind after being up for a mere hour or so, and he wondered if he would find someone, anyone, willing to alleviate some of the ennui of his position with a friendly sparring match.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 2:39 pm
"What a useless waste of life for something so inartistic as science" Kael said with a small sigh as he again sat himself next to Sable looking towards where Lilit had gone. "She had better not have laid a finger on any of mine" he warned simply his tone icy as the words escaped. Shaking a bit tho to get his mind off of it Kael reached his hand into his pocket flickering with the letter inside it. "Ahh but what to wear to such an event. I suppose that I have a few things in the back of my closet that will work but will they suffice to meet someone as wealthy as this man" he questioned chuckling a bit. Honestly he didn't care simply planning to pull one of his more dressed up suits from the back of his closet.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 6:22 pm
In next to no time at all the Consort found his way inside the training grounds within the confines of the Immortui's estate, his thoughts pensive with the knowledge that he had a few hours of free time to kill. It was something akin to a cleansing ritual for the vampire to idle away his time either cutting down invisible foes or hitting on whatever pretty female (save Sable naturally) that he came across on his own time. He had been lacking the companies of others in recent days however, and so he found himself accustomed to his isolated study, wondering when he would once again need to apply his skills in defense of his Origin again. Not that he particularly wanted to, but addiction rarely gave its victims a choice in the matter for what needed to be done. Drawing the sword from his waist he started swinging the blade straight down in front of him, practicing a slow steady pacing of slashes to keep himself occupied. Once, twice, thrice, the blade descended in a gleaming arc, each flash of the weapon cleaving an imaginary opponent in half...
A few hours later, right around the time that Wayne's party was set to start, Valen was finally reaching the end of his practice. Sweat ran in small steady streams beneath his sleeveless shirt, the glistening sheen of his exhaustion evident on his arms. Eight-hundred ninety eight...Ninety-nine...Nine-hundred. A small sigh of relief escaped him as he returned his sword back to the sheath strapped to his left hip, running his left forearm against his forehead to wipe away in vein some of his clear fluids. Turning around he soon returned back to Sable's chambers to check on her and Kael, a small smile of pleasure on his lips at the thought of her predictable reactions. He knew from experience that he could work himself into a horrific stench, always prompting his fellow Clan members to curl their noses at the offensive aroma he carried with him immediately after his training. Despite how he knew nothing of the ball to come, though doubtless he would be forced to attend just to be sure his Blood Mother did not lose herself in an orgy of violence, the Consort felt as though there was something special in store for him later in the night. He just wasn't quite sure what it was, nor if he would like it. Nevertheless he opened the door to her room, stepping inside to make sure nothing had changed in his relatively short absent between check-ups.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 7:00 pm
Again taken to nuzzling and lightly nipping at Sables neck Kael looked up as Valen walked inside the smell of him hitting his nose in a few moments. While the man smelled horrifying the thoughts of art centered around his swordsmanship fluttered around in the vampires mind. A thought that was dismissed tho as another came in it's place. "Valen you are yet to be informed of the happenings of the eve" Kael called standing up and slowly making his way over to him. Reaching him he got behind him on the right in a quick movement wrapping his arms around the man from behind as his fingers hung against his stomach. Lifting his head to his ear he smiled. "Later this evening there is a party that is being hosted by a one Mr. Wayan. We shall be attending it and of course without you t'would not be a party at all" he chuckled standing up and moving back as he drew his fingers slowly over Valens chest before. "So getting yourself cleaned up and your scent changed to something a tad bit more pleasant may be in order" he laughed a bit the scent now on himself but he showed little interest currently. Probably one of the few in the house that could stomach Valen's scent when he had other things on his mind.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 7:19 pm
"There you go again with a surge of inspiration Kael. Perhaps you wish to find another suitable 'canvas' tonight?" Valen responded in kind with a small note of laughter, already more than used to the other vampire's light touching. He wasn't bothered at all by his fellow Consort's contact; as already stated, he appreciated the man's artistic vision. Replying to the suggestion of a change of clothes he nodded slowly, the light smile on his lips shifting into a slight frown in turn. Though the promise of a party was rather appealing, he could already tell this would be a far more formal affair than he would like. With a sigh of resignation, just another of many uttered in his Origin's presence by her fault or some other's, he began to strip on the way back to his room. In his wake was left a trail of clothing starting with his sleeveless shirt, then his sword belt (though the blade remained firmly in his left hand), his pants....
Minutes later he returned in a formal combination of black and violet clothing, starting with the soft soled black leather of his shoes leading to his sleek black trousers as the first half of his casual suit. Above his waist, where he quickly reapplied his dark leather belt hanging off to the side, came the royal violet of his long-sleeved buttoned top left open towards the top exposing his throat. Over that came the shawl lapel of his matching suit jacket, the short-length coat ending just around his midriff with two outer pockets, a small purple pocket square prominently displayed accompanying the splash of color on his shirt. The entire garment was one of a bespoken design, completely customized for ease of movement and form for Valen alone. Holding out his arms to either side he presented himself to Kael and Sable for judgment. "Good enough?" He had never been one for fashion personally, and he always deferred to Kael's opinion on matters of style and elegance; the man was a living statement to those ideals after all.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 7:33 pm
Having already taken and tossed his own shirt to the side to somewhat remove the smell of sweat from his body Kael looked up as Valen returned. "You haven't showered yet have you" he questioned before shaking his head. It didn't matter royalty of old showered rarely instead covering the smell with other scents. "It doesn't matter a pocket of flowers and enough cologne to kill a horse will cover an smell" he chuckled a bit walking towards him as he lifted his hand to his chin walking around Valen several times. Lifting Valen's arms up Kael perused over the outfit several times moving him in different directions to get better looks at it. Putting his hands down after a few moment's he stood infront of him with his arms crossed. "It will due tho before you go do make sure to take care of any lingering scents you have. We wouldn't want the women of the party to be appalled by your smell before they can at least find out about your personality" he said laughing. It was a simple joke of course.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 8:14 pm
Sable, as long as she was kept up to date with whatever went on, could care less if any Hosts were slain for the sake of her darlings' persuits. Lilit with her silly science, Valen with his training, Kael with his art. (Although it seemed that Valen didn't draw nearly as many casualties as the other two did, for some odd reason. Then again, she just might not have been paying much attention. Would not be beyond her, after all.) Once Kael brought her attention to the party once more, she came to realise that she too would need something to wear for that night's events. Before she could decide on anything, however, that horrible, familiar stench found its way to her nostrils once more. While the two Consorts talked she said nothing, the look of disgust evident on her features. Instead, she simply stood herself up and turned away from the two - soon sifting through her closet while the others discussed Valen's attire. Of course, being the fickle lady she was, deciding on just one outfit for long was borderline impossible. Looking somewhat irritated, Valen's offensive odor not helping in the least, she poked her head out of the closet to eye both Consorts. "Help me find something suitable to wear once Valen's stink crisis is resolved." Normally, she'd demand that she be payed attention to first and foremost. However, removing that wretched stench from the air took a higher priority in this case. (Not that she'd actually put any effort into solving the problem herself, though. That's what Consorts and Liliths were for. Hosts, Ghouls, and Dhampirs too for when the former weren't around.)
"Thank you." Jane sounded a little surprised, and perhaps pleased, to hear Ava praise her so afterwards. It was a surprisingly short kiss, and to be honest, Jane liked being praised. She just didn't tend to believe it when people complimented her just as they were asking her for whatever favor they had in mind.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 8:29 pm
Valen suppressed the urge to wince at his forgetfulness, as he did consider it improper to show up to a new setting reeking to the heavens from his solitary sparring match. "Oh dear, and let all of the girls miss out on what a catch I am? I'm sure there would be no greater crime short," he joked back in turn, already moving back to his room to clean. In spite of the advice for some cologne and flowers he opted instead to wash himself down thoroughly, removing any trace of the rankness from his body. He immediately stripped down inside his bathroom, turning the faucet for cold water; he had no need for warm water right away as there was still enough time to lounge around and enjoy the shower.
Twenty minutes later, after a long and intimately detailed session of washing in both steaming hot and chilling cold temperatures, the Consort stepped out back to his bedroom to hunt for a towel. Plucking a suitable choice from his closet he began to dry off in earnest, his attention directed to his neatly folded suit on his small cot wondering if he should opt for something more scented after all. Though his suit had been perfectly clean prior to his donning it he wanted to take no chances. Ultimately he redressed and added a single violet rose to his empty pocket, plucking the tender flower on his way back to the room. "Better?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 9:28 pm
"I think I prefer cuddling, though," Ava said, cuddling closer and putting her head on Jane's shoulder. "Because you're all soft and warm." She hummed a little, then decided something at random and asked, "Do you want to have sex with me? Like, right now?" It was a test, of course, to see if she'd go along with it immediately like everything else.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 9:53 pm
(Just a reminder, Damien has invited EVERYONE.)
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 9:54 pm
((Ah thanks for the reminder. I'll try to bring the chaotic conflict to the party then.))
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