Burning Lust

[GamingLord]

Galantros nodded.

I'm nearly done with the pancakes, but if you could, could you get the juice and fruit toppings out of the fridge? I slept okay I suppose, Banquo, though I tasted some odd energy in the air last night. Not sure what it was.

"It is coffee... a drink that gives temporary energy, though it can be slightly addictive if abused. It's somewhat of an acquired taste to some as well... Would you like to try some?  

[psychotic__Gal]

Adira smiled "Okay. I'll get those toppings." She walked over the the refrigerator and retrieved the fruit, stealing a strawberry and sticking it in her mouth before she set the bowl on the table. She retrieved a few more dishes from the refriderator then grabbed the juice. She set all of it on the table. "Where are the plates located?" She asked.
Banquo waited until his mistress was out of earshot before he nodded in agreement with Galantros, "Cian and Jacob spoke of someone scrying. They said it was for Adira. Thankfully Jacob stopped it quickly enough. Some Hellish witch." He said this distastefully, "Adira was also having nightmares...although I doubt she'll admit to having them." The hound rolled his eyes.
Ophelia sniffed the air again before placing her paws on the counter next to Dieamos, she tilted her head curiously. "Sure. That would be nice." Her tail wagged slightly.  

[GamingLord]

GL grinned slightly at seeing Adira sneak a strawberry. Seeing somebody that had been horribly tortured essentially enjoying life now made him emnate a few "feel good" vibes, a sort of general joy and happy. In the back of his mind, he knew they were probably not out of the woods yet, but having some normacly helped. He gave a little slight sigh though, he did miss Black a bit. Adira most likely picked up on that right away though it was short.

"Oh, they're over there in that cabinet." Then making sure Adira couldn't hear him, he quietly whispered just loud enough for Banquo to hear....

"Maybe she can get some sort of treatment for those nightmares. I had somemthing similar when I was much younger, we have mental specialist that can treat the mind fairly well..."

Dieamos smiled a bit, then fetched a cup for Ophelia. He offered her some creamer and sugar as well if she so wished, giving advice that the drink was rather hot and a little bitter to the taste, though not without it's pluses.  

[GamingLord]

BlackMN

Marcha squeezed him and gave him another kiss on the neck. She let go and popped her head above the balls and waited for him to come up and pushed several of them over his head when he did.

Salanio actually laughed a bit, shoving a wave of plastic spheres back at Marcha in retaliation. This went back and forth for a while, until Sal dived into the ball pit, and suddenly lifted Marcha onto his shoulders. Laughing the entire time, he wavered a bit with her sitting on him, hands hanging onto her legs, until they fell back into the pit again.

Eventually, they left the ball pit, silly grins plastered on their faces, Sal hugging Marcha to his side.  

[psychotic__Gal]

Adira felt the room lighten up. A feeling of good cheer. It came from Galantros. The Reaper-incubus was really very expressive with his emotions. Adira took note; perhaps she could become so too...over time. "You really miss her, don't you?" She murmured softly to GL as she retrieved the plates, putting them around the table. She folded napkins by each of the plates and retrieved silverware. Through trial and error, Adira found cups and placed those too by the plates. She nodded at the place settings and gave a small smile.

Ophelia starred at the cup that was just out of her reach. Then it was actually a cup. Not a bowl or something. It felt good to be given an actual cup...then Phe realized the implications. She would have to be in a more vulnerable form. Her human form. She usually avoided this form as it was all together too soft...too squishy. Her other forms were stronger, faster and in general, better for her to be in. Ophelia took a deep breath though: her curiosity winning over her practical mind. This is what often happened with matters of curiosity. Ophelia closed her eyes and let a hum overtake her body.

Suddenly a "human" woman stood in the room where Ophelia was standing before. The "Human" was Ophelia's form. She had her sister's pale coloring. Her hair was a little lighter than her sister's, more brown than black though still dark. Her straight hair reached to her hips. A curtain of brown.

Where her sister, Nerissa, had a dainty, delicate figure, Ophelia was compact but muscular. Her body was sculpted for speed and a sort of wiry strength all in one. She had slightly longer legs and more fuller breasts than her sister, although from lack of proper nutrition those had gotten a little smaller. She had a longer torso as well, although not by much. She could still manage to look small if she so chose but Ophelia prided herself in her strength and grace. She didn't want to be thought less of.

Where a strategist may use a negative perception of one being small to their advantage, Ophelia was to the point. She didn't believe in not show casing her abilities, although the same could not be said for her mate. Banquo would often trick or manipulate his opponent in a match. He would often win. Ophelia wasn't to be treated lightly either though. She would win by her sheer determination, will, passion, power and strength. All traits of a roaring fire. Phe could be fierce, even ruthless.

Right now, however, the naked Ophelia stood at the counter with an inquisitive expression upon her face. She picked up the steaming up of coffee, blew on it and took a cautious sip. She almost spit it right back out.

"GROSS!" She gagged, wincing almost theatrically. "How can you drink this poison? It's so vile...and bitter....and...and... worse than the Tree Rat fungi of Mount Plzo!" She turned to her mate who was raising one of his hound eyebrows. She heard Adira giggle "I am NOT exaggerating Banquo! and this is NOT funny, Adira!" Her mate actually rolled his eyes.
"It's kind of funny." Adira responded, a half smile on her features.
"Add the cream. Maybe a bit of sugar. You've always liked sugar in your drinks." Banquo suggested, more helpful than Adira. Phe rolled her own amber colored eyes but did as she was told.
"Slightly better." She replied, mollified.

Banquo watched his mate transform and drink her coffee before answering Galantros. He smiled. He loved to watch Ophelia transform. She thought her body was weak and soft but Ban saw strength, agility and power. He saw beauty and radiance. But he was also cautious. He would not reveal his form yet. He wasn't quite ready to show this human form of himself. It was true, the human form was much weaker than the other forms and Ban would be the one to notice it. For now, he stayed under the cover of his canine forms.

Ban returned his attention to Galantros, nodding once. "That would probably be smart but...right now? She hasn't fully left the Hellish world. She isn't...completely safe." the hound winced, "You may know what it's like...to run. To hide. To...be afraid ever false step will lead you back to a prison or back to death. If we go back...he might not physically kill Adira but...Phe and I could possibly be the ones. It would break her. No. We can't. We can't let her go back." the hound shook his head resolutely.  

[GamingLord]

Galantros nodded shly a bit at Adira, a small amount of blush on his face. He missed Black, especially after spending so much time around her. He still didn't want her around if danger was high.

That blush intensified a hundred fold when he turned towards Ophelia to see how she'd react to her first taste of coffee, instead, she got a reaction out of him as he turned away, almost swearing he had a nose bleed... Despite the lack of normal blood, nostrils, and a nose.

Was not expecting surprise nudity! Gaaah, embarrassed!

In fact, so quickly mortified was Galantros at Ophelia's sudden humanoid nudisim, that he had been in the middle of flipping a pancake. It had landed on his face, burning away with a loud sizzle... fortunately, extremely high temperatures only fed reapers with heat energy, so it wasn't hurting him.

Dieamos just smirked at Galantros' reaction, while Sylin seem confused at why the reaper would act in such a manner, even if he understood that most beings wore clothing... he thought it was protection against the elements. The only reason he wore simple clothes beneath his own armor was protection against the metal chaffing and pinching against his flesh.

At any rate, Galantros' reaction most likely did not go unnoticed.  

[Rosemary Mori]

Rosemary wasn't sleeping the best after Jacob got up and decided to lay next to Veni instead of her again. She wasn't the lightest of sleepers still despite not being practically dead to the world like Veni is when he sleeps. However they were making a lot of noise this morning and to the unconscious her when it isn't the voice or touch of the masters or something that was going on in the background to begin with before sleep it is perceived as a threat. From her sideways position her fist and arm did a full 180 swing right onto the boys next to her; Jacob getting the fist and Veni the arm and then the elbow as she dug it into him and sat up with up baring her fangs and her something bad is going to happen if you don't back away from me right now aura flaring.

Her head quickly zipped back and forth. She suddenly received a hard blow and claw marks and crashed into one of the chairs. Veni had smacked her with his reaction since her's was violent and not friendly and unless Jacob was quick enough to move away he was about to be smacked like a cat toy claws and all.

Rosemary moved her hand to her temple and rubbed it a little seeing as there was no immediate danger except for themselves and suppressed the aura. Veni meanwhile slammed back downwards covering his head with the heavy light blocking blanket and groaned very loudly. "Oh come on! The sun just peeked over the horizon!" He was at his worst feeling and grouchiest at this time of day.

Rosemary meanwhile was staring at the naked girl in her kitchen area that she did not recognize. She smelt familiar... so that is what Ophelia looked like as a human. She got up and draped one of her robes over the human dog... "if I gave you clothes would you be able to keep them when you transformed back and forth?"  

[GamingLord]

Galantros was thankful for the distraction from the nudity and his embarrassment, although he was a bit startled by what was happening. Three way domestic abuse was not what he was expecting.

"OW! What the hell?!"

That sentence came out muffled a split second after Rosemary's fist smacked hard into his nose, possibly breaking it, definitely bloodying it with a loud crack. Wincing, he tried to scoot away, recognizing after a moment what was happening in his half-awake, pain induced daze. Before he could think to give the command to have his vampires to calm themselves, he got batted by Veni in a very painful, cat like fashion, hitting him in the back/side in such a fashion that he face planted into the ground... with his sore nose. Oh, and his vampire lover left wonderful deep scratches with his claws as well.

"Gawfdamphit! Thathf hurfts!"

Well s**t, Jacob thought... he just lost one of his front teeth from that blow, probably already slightly loosened from Rosemary, then knocked loose from the hard impact with the floor. He inwardly sighed at the lost tooth that had scattered across the tile floor with a small red dotted trail. He already felt his immortality kicking in to repair and replace his damages and losses, but that didn't mean going through that didn't hurt still.

Grumbling to himself in an annoyed and agitated manner, he got up from the floor, picked up his damned tooth, tossing it that in the trash, and grabbed a small vial of healing solution, splashing that on here and there lightly, grimacing as he healed quickly. He then looked down at his shirt, figures it'd be one of the ones that were more varied than his usual choices, rolled his eyes, and wandered off to a different room to change it. He came back, then sat in an easy chair, deciding to sleep off the phantom pain and grouchiness/frustration that way, instead of laying back down with his vampires. He loved them, but right now, he was a little ticked at them. Couldn't blame them for what they did, but that just frustated him more for some reason, not being able to place blame on much. Sure, once or twice this has happened before, but not with injuries like this, usually it would be under control by then. Still a little grumbly, he turned on his side and closed his eyes to try to go back to sleep.  

[GamingLord]

Abigail had snuggled further into Sephiroth earlier, unintentionally letting some of her plant vines wrap around him. Normally this was rather cozy for the both of them, but this time with all the loud noise and ruckus going on, especially with everyone beating up Jacob....

Abigail woke with a start, nearly squeezing the life out of Sephiroth with her arms and tendrils, a few bones quite possibly cracking or popping in his body.

"Huh? What? What's going on!?" *CRUNCH!*  

[GamingLord]

"Sephiroth! Oh SHI..."

She immediately loosed all her vines and dropped him like a sack of potatos so he could breath again. Trying to calm her franticness, she shook him a bit, which didn't quite work. Frowning, she focused on growing a certain type of fruit in her hair rapidly, plucked it, and squeezed it's somewhat bitter tasting juices into Sephiroth's mouth. It was a sort of natural medication, usually good at reviving mildly comatose individuals and enhancing for a few seconds oxygen intake.  

[psychotic__Gal]

Adira's head tilted, wondering why Galantros was so embarrassed. It seemed odd. Clothes did nothing but keep you warm... and occasionally used to entice men. Adira blinked. Where had that thought come from? She blushed faintly, surprised to find herself thinking about Eztli. She pushed the thought from her mind. They so weren't there yet. She shook her head, closing her eyes briefly, her face aflame.

Luckily, Adira's attention was drawn to the blind, groggy rage in the room next. She heard the smack of skin. Her eyes widened in alarm. She turned to Galantros, knowing he'd catch the mood shift.

Ophelia was also puzzled over the reaction she received from Galantros. She turned just in time to see it. She shrugged vaguely and continued to sip the hot beverage in her hands. Phea looked down at Banquo and realized that maybe he'd like to try some. She walked over towards GL to retrieve a bowl, stepping up on her tip toes to reach for one. When she got it, she walked back over to where she was standing before, completely oblivious of the vampire scene in the room next to them. She poured some of the beverage into the bowl and put it on the floor. "This is what I preferred you to have done." she calmly told the other demon, "I don't normally like this for--" She was interrupted when suddenly fabric brushed her skin and she was covered in a robe. Phea blinked, confused.
"Why....do I need this?" she distastefully picked at the fabric, frowning, "It's heavy.

Banquo trotted up to Ophelia's feet, his tail wagging slightly. He had wanted to try some of this! He lapped at the liquid and made a face. He coughed. TOO SWEET. Much too sweet!  

[GamingLord]

Abigail apologized to Sephiroth. As he attempted to fall back asleep, she laid her head on his chest, being more careful with her vines in keeping them away for now, instead opting to stroke his hair to help soothe him back to rest.

Galantros turned back away from the violent scene of the vampires beating up Jacob, shaking his head, only to notice a naked Ophelia in very close proximity to him.. His tendrils on his back curled up in anxiety, eyes quickly averted as an almost bright red/pinkish glowing blush overtook his face. He quietly gave a sigh of relief when Rosemary covered her.