Raw Outing Log 2 : Ara, Nohr, Margot, Aiden

Ðamoп : Night night Eva - Sleep well =D }}

Margot : Night lady <3]

εvαɳgεlιɳε : <3 Will try!))

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Ðamoп : Lol... }}

εvαɳgεlιɳε : Of course lol.))

Āıden Aberdene  : nini sis )

εvαɳgεlιɳε : Ninis!))

Āıden Aberdene  : -flexes fingers- )

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Margot : Welcome back, Ryder]

Ŕŷdėŕ : Thank you))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Stupid laptop battery being so expensive to replace -.-))

Margot : Argh, I know that woe all too well]

Ŕŷdėŕ : Aaaaaallllrighty then. Let me see what kind of trouble I can get Ryder into))

Ðamoп : Haha sounds like fun. }}

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Ðamoп : Sorry - my net fritzed for a second. Wanted to be sure I was still here. }}

Margot : -thumbs up-]

Margot : you're still with us!]

Ðamoп : Ace. =D }}

Ðamoп : And now brb. xD }}

Ŕŷdėŕ : Had to put together some music first))

Āıden Aberdene  : -flexes now- )

ᴾᴿᵁᴱ†ᴸᴱᴱ : -swoons-]

Margot : -smacks Prue-]

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ĆlăyϮLıøřĕ : -pass agg flexes- )

ᴾᴿᵁᴱ†ᴸᴱᴱ : l...o...l]

Ðamoп : <.< }}

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Āıden Aberdene  : ~The Vampire, a beast of sensuality incranted. Placed in a position that by rights should have ended with her blood trickling down that pale and beautifully bare shoulder. His heart would have been thundering at this point, if it still beat. His head and I don't mean the higher minded one would likely be throbbing in its own right. He could feel the waves of heat radiating off her form and sinking into his own. Could see it too if you included the fact that in this moment of heated tension her skin prickled and caused the halo around her bare shoulders to expand that much further fogging that cold glass window behind her. Aiden, never hid his past activities from her, never once held from her sight the 'playboy' that he had evolved into. A thing he became which merely was protection and sanctuary to keep him from moments very much like this. Falling in love, was for Mortals, or so he had conditioned himself to believe. Because every time his heart found a reason to 'beat' it +

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Ŕŷdėŕ : She's still around >.>))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Does she ever give up?))

Ðamoп : Playing a human in this room is dangerous, what with all the vamps running around at the moment. o.o' }}

Ŕŷdėŕ : Generally speaking, if you're a guest at the manor? You're safe))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Unless someone does something stupid, anyway))

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Margot : Welcome back~]

Āıden Aberdene  : ty)

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Margot : What, like koolaid through that one wall? Or drop someone through the roof?]

Āıden Aberdene  : was torn away from him, Now, now things were different. Margot could see the end of things, and knowing that she had come to terms with the pain, and the suffering it would cause. He felt a sense of contentedness, a sense of comfort unlike any he'd known before. Of course this came coupled with the desire to touch, and hold, and to feel her form against his own. To drink in the warmth of her skin, just as he drank the warmth of her blood. His fingers moved from their previous perches. Came upward to slide the straps of her bra across her shoulders to dangle over her arms. Then trailed downward to her wrists which were lifted upward to be gently pinned against the wooden window frame. His body pressing firmly to her own so that only fabric separated them, leaving her hopefully with little need to ever think back to her no doubt more riske visions. He wanted her, and he wanted her to know it. He wanted her to feel just how beautiful she was to him. She could see the future -c-

Ŕŷdėŕ : >.>))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Roof? Go for it. Koolaid that wall? Ryder is going to be pissed xD))

Ŕŷdėŕ : He's fixed it like 6 or 7 times by now.))

Margot : In which case you are most definitely -not- safe in the manor...regardless of species. ]

Ŕŷdėŕ : I think someone even tried to blow the whole place up a couple times))

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Āıden Aberdene  : but could she live in the moment? Soon her wrists would be crossed over her head, and held by a single hand. His fingers moved along her shoulder, to her hips, along her sides as if he was intent to unclasp the flimsy metal that held that flimsy fabric free of her chest. His lips finding the crown of her ear, and teeth teasingly grazing the flesh. If she thought him evil before, then she would surely think him worse now. His fingers slipped down reversing direction, thumb hooking the straps of her designer britches, and then, with a snap of elastic they'd be left where they hung so that his hand could drop the handle of the door and push it open. " But if we're going to make love, it might as well be in the hot tub " he said finally pressing his lips along the line of her jaw. " After all, less mess to clean up " -end-

Margot : -clears throat and musters up some human gumption-]

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Margot : Welcome~]

Ŕŷdėŕ : Welcome!))

XII : Hey. Thanks. ))

Āıden Aberdene  : Welcome )

XII : Thanks. ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Might be a tad quiet at the moment. Everyone is slowly coming around and posting))

Ŕŷdėŕ : |Ryder decided it was time to explore. See what had changed. Head into the forest, maybe see if that spot where the gates to hell had opened was in better shape. Definitely head into town, see what was new. There was always something happening around here. Just a matter of finding it. If he could get himself in some trouble and actually amuse himself for a while? So much the better.| I wonder if those debts in town for the destroyed buildings were ever forgiven... |Some conflicts in town during the time Eva had vanished wound up breaking buildings, and it wasn't long after that before Ryder vanished as well. Oh well, save that for later. For now, he wandered as far into the forest as he could remember. Hoping to find the spot the gates had opened and everything... well pretty much literally went to hell. Where was it? Not that he would open the gates or even had the ability to do so, but he wanted to take that little stroll down memory lane. He'd done enough of that inside, and this?<

Ŕŷdėŕ : This was one of the last few stops on his little trip. An important one, to be sure.| What direction was that damn thing in...? It's been so long.. |Ryder began just sort of.. wandering aimlessly. Hoping that his instincts would take him to the place he couldn't bring to the front of his mind. It was a long shot, but worth trying. Maybe he would come across something else interesting. Hopefully nothing so interesting that it might get him killed, but interesting enough to keep him engaged for a little while, anyway. It was so quiet around here, and it was getting boring not running into anyone in the manor. He might have to resort to making his own fun somehow. Which... might end badly. Oh well. Maybe he should get some practice drafting quickly. Trees were good targets... just maybe avoid sub-red. No need to start a fire.| Might as well, give me something to do. |Green was first. A thick ball of it, smelling vaguely of pine and resin. He threw it with all his might at a nearby tree<

Ŕŷdėŕ : and watched it impact with enough force to ricochet back in his direction at full speed. Oh shit. He had to duck to avoid it, and watched it impact another tree at an angle and take off. Well. That was probably going to be going for a while. Blue was next, formed in a thin blade like shape, thrown at the same tree as the green. The small, blue, blade-like object stuck itself deep in the bark. No point in a few colours. He had no interest in starting a forest fire that he couldn't put out. He'd almost burned down a chunk of the forest before, and boy had Eva been mad about that. Superviolet, set up a few invisible trp wires behind him. Might make for some amusement if someone fell over and had no idea why. Not bad, he wasn't as fast as he used to be. Needed to work on that. But, for now, it would do. Off to town. It seemed he wasn't going to find that spot. Which might be for the better. No need to go and accidentally open the gates to hell.| Now... which direction was town from here...

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Margot : Welcome~]

Niko : sec ))

Āıden Aberdene  : Welcome )

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Niko : Needed a gender. Thank you. ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Wb))

Āıden Aberdene  : Welcome back)

Margot : Welcome back~]

Niko : Thanks. =) ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : -Pokes the noob with a stick-))

Niko : -squeeks- Hey! ))

Margot : ••• The lingering thoughts in the back of mind fluttered, distantly calling her attention until they were promptly shooed to the shelf by the focus Aiden pulled into her. Her senses bristled, small hairs on the nape of her neck standing as every nerve ending left in the wake of his touch tingled with an electric hum. His hands guided her thoughts, scrying with practiced hands outward from the center of her chest to slip the barely-present straps of lace off of her shoulders. As the vampire collected her hands to lift them overhead, she realized she had forgotten to breathe, head swimming in an ardent haze as a result. The seer drew in a conscious, slow breath as he pinned her wrists to the frame of the door, fingers curled limply. Her back arched with the length of her stretched out between he and the door. Their figures closed the space between them in time with one another, meeting in the middle before she caved to the pressure of his body against hers. What little was between-c

Margot : them -- a few slips of lace for Margot and the thin boxers left on Aiden-- might as well not have been. Feeling like each of her senses were piquing simultaneously, the withy clairvoyant struggled with where to shift her attention next. The cool, graze of his chest through the textured trappings of lace and the resulting friction (both physically and mentally) was mirrored down the length of her, where flesh and bone met in near choreographed motion. A frisson crawled down her spine, echoing after the forward calling card desire that he left on her skin with hands and mouth. With his lips (and for fuck’s sake, his -teeth-) grazing her ear, and his hands threatening to whisk the underpinnings straight off of her in one sure motion, Margot felt her knees weaken. Her heart fluttered in palpitating, fleeting murmurs. Her breaths came uneven, breathing air in gulps. Her pupils dilated, her skin on fire as she internally trembled. He spoke, her head tilted toward him to encourage the-c

Margot : mouth at her jaw, pressing into his lips with nubile, graceless desire. ‘I don’t know what I’m doing’ half of her brain reminded her in a small, wispy voice, while the other encouraged her with a stronger tenor ‘But it feels right.’ And it was true-- no foresight could have prepared her for the strong sense of home and solace that Aiden provided. Every part of her reached out for him, body shifting without her conscious consent, meeting and falling apart in perfect time. Visions paled in comparison to reality, and even those distant, fragile reminders had been enough to get her here. And now that they were here together, it was clear that every fiber of her being wanted nothing more in the world than to be his. Everything else fell out of focus, and she basked in the very real (-finally- real) comfort of being in his grasp. Margot followed his guide without protest, weight vacillating between his arms as she floated on the high of their shared ardor until his words grounded her-c

Margot : again. She was anxious. Not wanting to collapse in on what was happening with sudden, complex self-conscious thoughts, she forced herself to breathe as they slipped outside the open door, drawing a cold, sobering breath. Assuming (in reality, knowing) where they were headed, Margot walked in backward paces toward the hot tub, one hand catching his to beckon him toward her. Stopping only once she felt the chilly exterior of the tub, toes curling in the freshly fallen snow. Fuck, it was so cold. With her coquette demeanor momentarily aside, she glanced up at him from under heavy, snow-laden lashes. “Be gentle” she warned, biting the inside of her lip.•••

Margot : The cool graze *]

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Margot : Welcome~]

Ŕŷdėŕ : Welcome))

Eicca Järvinen : thanks))

Ŕŷdėŕ : That... almost came out totally garbled))

Niko : -=Snow. It was soft, and hard, and sometimes it was wet, but sometimes it was also dry. It was fun to play with as well, but mostly it was just cold. Niko liked snow. Des loathed it. The two argued over going out to make a snow man as they had laid in bed that morning, but finally Niko had managed to convince his darker half that they probably wouldn't have another chance while they were here, and Des had relented. Clad in two pairs of thick socks, hiking boots, thermal -c-

Āıden Aberdene  : Aiden's senses the senses of a hunter crafted beautifully a kindle of passion that was set ablaze by the movements of Margot's body. The way she shifted, pushing herself into him like a cat craven for the attentions of its person, the sound of her heart beat within the confines of those lovely breasts which now pressed firmly to his chest. The scraps of fabric that made up their underclothing seemed to only create further friction between them. His body, wanted, and craved the rapture of hers. He made no assumption to her but could suffice in knowing that when she made those little noises of desire were notations of approval in his mind. Made only that much more evident by the way she moved when given the freedom to run from him. For so long Aiden had used these actions as a form of hunting, like an Incubus to get his prey where he wanted. Wanting, waiting, and lustful. Perhaps because he so often chose the more scrumpitious of woman to bring to his lair, would explain why -c-

Niko : undies and a thick pair of jogging bottoms, Niko had chosen a long sleeved shirt that sported the words "If found, return to nearest pub", the slogan hidden by a tightly zipped up brown winter coat. His hair had been covered for a while by a hat but Des hated hats, and so it had been stuffed into a coat pocket and left there with a warning for the kid. Having spent most of the morning building snowmen, Niko had managed to get by with only a few comments to passing people. -c-

Niko : -c- Nikomedes had kept his distance, having retreated into the depths of their joined, but split psyche. Freedom was not something that Niko got lots of and considering the chance to take a walk through the town, he'd taken it. Here and there he had paused along the way, once to buy a cup of hot chocolate and another to use the loo. Time was not something that Niko took notice of. He didn't really have much of a concept of it now anyway thanks to the serious trauma -c-

Āıden Aberdene  : Aiden suddenly found the look, and those words from Margot all the more endearing. ~Be Gentle~ It was a cruel fact that he could be gentle and tender even amid bringing a life to an end. For whatever reason he found himself compelled to raise his hand upward from her own and bringing his fingers along the length of her neck. His form coming towards her own in a graceful glide his fingers delicately framing her jaw as he let his eyes capture her own. " Margot " He brought his fingers softly across her cheek and leaned forward as if intending to press his lips to her own " I will be as silk to your skin. " his other hand moved sweetly along her hips and came to the lower back drawing her close. It would be here, that a idea was fashioned and crafted into a game of sorts. The name would be long but effectively explain itself. How close, could he come to kissing her, without actually kissing her, and how long until she broke and did the stealing herself? She might have known the +

Niko : -c- he had endured for years at Valentine Asylum. His awareness of time was that bad, in fact, that he didn't realise how long he had been walking for. By the time Des surfaced, the pair in one found themselves deep in a wooded area, in all directions they could see, trees met with their vision. Des swore verbally, the sound forcing its way from Niko's mouth and out into the area. "Damnit kid." Des mentally clipped Niko over the back of his head, the way a big brother -c-

Āıden Aberdene  : answer but nonetheless he was there hovering over her lips as if intent to kiss her, but instead when he leaned it was to the side, so his cheek brushed against her own, and his fingers guided by site could flip the switch on the jets, and lights then with vulpine grace he raised himself into the warm waters of the tub. (Which at this point were a god sent to his aching bones, and other aching parts of his body. He held his hand outward to her. His eyes coming to rest upon her own. " I won't force you, I won't take anything you're not willing to give. So..." he smiled lovingly in her direction." It's cold as hell, But it's warm in here, and warm in the house..." He offered this as her chance to step back, to collect herself and decide if she actually wanted this. After all, this moment only happened once. Aiden would not steal it, nor would he force it from her by whims and dark allure. -end-

Niko : -c- would to a smaller sibling. It wasn't intended to do harm, but to rather increase awareness. ...not that there was much point. Niko was beyond help. With a small grunt, Niko retaliated with, ~Apple cherryblossom PIKACHU!~ Of course, he said it mentally, and intentionally to wind up Des. He knew exactly what he was saying considering they always started the day with their meds. Nikomedes' reaction was the same as always. He slipped into control, pushing Niko aside -c-

Niko : -c- without warning. Outwardly his appearance shifted a little. He stood taller, but not by much. His face darkened, head tilted forward a little and his hands rose to push his hair from his face. ~"Great. Now it's raining. Little shit'll pay for this later."~ Des narrowed his eyes as his hair began to stick to his head. With one last glance skyward to silently curse the rain, he took a moment to try and orientate himself. Nothing was familiar. Of course it wasn't. They -c-

Niko : -c- hadn't been on the Isle of Skye long. Des had brought them there seeking refuge for Niko, a place where the kid could be himself and people wouldn't stare. There were most likely other reasons for Des wanting to be there, but they were unknown to the other side of the man. As he walked the snow crunched underfoot, the rain making it turn to semi-frozen sludge. There had to be a road near by. Niko never usually wondered that far off track. The fact that it had also now -c-

Niko : -c- grown dark did not help. Another small curse came from him as he stepped over a fallen log and sank knee deep in a snow drift. He stayed still for a moment before pulling himself out, snow and ice falling from his trousers. ~You got us wet, silly.~ Des growled at Niko and the kid instantly fell silent. For a moment he let himself listen to his surroundings. The usual things could be heard, like owls, birds, foxes and the like.. but what more interested him was the sound -c

Niko : -c- of a motor. Progress. He turned to head towards it.:-

Niko : -Pauses to let the feeling return to his fingers- ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Lol))

Niko : And, so you can post. *halo* ))

Eicca Järvinen : I used to be able to write like that but then life stole me away from the rp lol))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Also, I give up on cleaning the floors. They're doing all kinds of sanding and painting and stuff in the hallway. Dust on the floors. Everywhere.))

Niko : XD It's like trying to keep a place tidy with a 2 year old. Pointless. ))

Niko : Wait till the kid's in bed. Then do it. ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : My younger brother knows that pain lmao))

Niko : I don't have kids, but I have a friend who has 3. Her oldest is a little ......sweet angel who never does anything wrong. XD But when he was 2 I said the same thing to her. ))

Niko : She was always picking things up after him. XD All day long. It never ended. ))

Niko : -shuts up and waits for a post from Ryder- >.> ))

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Niko : Welcome x2! ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : |Ryder heard someone crunching in the snow, and not long after? Saw a small green ball go whizzing by his head. Uh-oh.| Hey whoever is out there, you might wanna duck! |That little thing had a lot of energy, Ryder hadn't quite expected that. Usually there was blue mixed in to make it a little more on the stiff side. But this was just springy, flexible, solid green. Getting hit by that thing, moving at that speed? Would suck. But there was very little Ryder could do at this point. He had to wait for it to fade on its own. But the least he could do was make sure the person he heard nearby hadn't been hit by the damn thing. He didn't want anyone getting injured by it, but that wasn't really up to him. Dark, slightly longer hair left messy, wound up clinging to his forehead a bit. It took a fair amount of effort to move through snow that was deep like this. Easy to break a sweat, despite it being cold outside. Snowbanks were... prevalent. And were the enemy. Every so often, he thought<c

Met_Moderne : ty)

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Ŕŷdėŕ : Wh))

Niko : Welcome ))

Taja : Ty!))

Taja has made Taja an Owner.

Taja has made Ŕŷdėŕ a Host.

Niko : Oh wow. o.o ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : o.o Thanks <3))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Haven't had that in a while))

Niko : You got it earlier right before you dced. ))

Niko : Eva gave it to you ))

Taja : Tried to host you before I went to lay down, but yea. Lol.))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Of course she did. And I wasn't paying attention xD))

Niko : XD ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : I left it open overnight))

Ŕŷdėŕ : So I might have been asleep))

Niko : I do that too. xD Don't wanna miss anything. ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Is the access list still a thing?))

Niko : What's the green ball? -drags to discord- ))

Āıden Aberdene  : -noms on Margot-)

Ŕŷdėŕ : he had found a spot to make it through easier. Nope. Just a deceiving snowbank. Usually ending in him being hip deep. Jeans, t-shirt, boots, hoodie, leather jacket? Not exactly fun when you are suddenly consumed by a pile of snow. Which.. around here could be taken quite literally on occasion.Any number of things had been brought to life by random short-term denizens of the manor. Not the least of which was when a tree was brought to life and tried to eat somebody. But, as the soaking wet drafter got closer, he saw the person that had apparently fallen prey to an evil snowbank as well.| First thing first. You alright? Second, did a bright green translucent ball come flying past your head at some point in the past oh I don't know... 30 seconds or so? |Ryder had to hope nobody had been hit, and that the damn thing wasn't headed back in their direction. Because he was getting really tired of dodging the stupid thing. If it went back towards the manor and broke a window or something, Eva<

Ŕŷdėŕ : might actually succeed in killing him this time.|

Margot : ••• God, there was nothing (ahem, almost nothing) better than hearing her name on his mouth. Her cheek fell into his hand, resting there with a gentle, cold tremor. Punctuating his words, Aiden’s hands were just as promised: encouraging, but gentle. Under the guide of his hand, Margot’s eyes closed, lips parting briefly in anticipation as he leaned in and…turned the jets on to the hot tub. He disappeared from in front of her by the time her eyes had opened and she blinked into the open air with a small, surprised breath out. When she turned, he was holding a hand out toward her from the warm sanctuary of the hot tub, offering up options. Margot didn’t even consider the second option, nimbly climbing over the edge of the hot tub with a dancer’s grace. She sat on the edge of the hot tub, legs dipped in the water as the cold air grasped her open skin, prickling under the light rain-showers that she hadn’t noticed until now-- when there was just a bit of space between them. Dense -c

Margot : fog and alternating transparent mist rolled off of the snow piled up around and on the cabin as the warm front conflicted with their brumal snow-globe sanctuary. Steam rose off of the water, curling around her knees as she captured the mental image in front of her to file away forever: Aiden sitting in the hot tub in front of her, surrounded by the tenebrous wisps of mist and stark white snow as it rained, the cabin just close enough to the hot-tub to offer partial shelter. Water collected in his hair and dripped down the length of his face, crawling down his neck and rolling down his chest into the water. Warm and inviting, his eyes held her with equal anemoia-- a pang of nostalgia for something she had never known seized her by the stomach. Finally, the painful truth of their short time together struck her. On what might have seemed like impulse, she acted. With appetence, she moved through the swirling water between them. ‘No more empty space,’ she thought to herself, -c

Margot : bolstered by burning lust and an orphic sense of time-- and how fleeting it was. She wouldn’t live much longer-- perhaps until Spring, if the slowly budding trees had been any indication in her visions. That was compelling enough, ‘Stop wasting time.’ her thoughts concluded as she crashed into him with ustulation. Her hands clasped his shoulders, knees parting to either side of him where he sat as her slender figure collided with his-- made of stone. The tension in the muscles there, waiting to spring for her made her crave him more on impulse alone-- she wasn’t really thinking anymore. It wasn’t the beginning of their cimmerian relationship, but it was a notable part of it, and the weight of that pulled her deep into dark waters. Her hips pressed into his before the rest of her, body soft in the warm pool as it followed. Once against him, she paused to search his expression, waiting for some indication of inclination. Yes? Her features -c

Margot : seemed to beg, chest rising and falling with anxious breaths against his. Her knees pinched either side of him as attraction drove a wedge into her mind, parting it from reality briefly. She didn’t notice the crisp shifting sound of snow overhead. It sent a warning as it melted, a dollop of snow no bigger than her fist falling onto her head and tumbling over her shoulders to interrupt her sudden ardent haze. “…” she blinked, leaned back, and glanced up. The snow fell off of her head, plopping into the water to melt before she turned her glance back down to him, laughter bubbling out of her. “I want you.” she said between calming laughter, verdant hues settling on his after a quiet pause. All he had to do was say it out loud--he did too-- and they would begin their march toward the end.•••

Niko : -: The sound of someone calling out brought his head snapping in the same direction and Des took in a cold breath to reply.: "Here!" :He was about to set off again as a small green ball zipped across his path. A split second later and it could have potentially taken his insides with him. He silently thanked his reflexes before glaring after the tiny projectile. Who was stupid enough to be out here in the woods, in the snow, in the sodding dark, when it was *raining*! He -c-

Niko : -c- had been about to voice his displeasure when Ryder came into sight, questions falling from the man quicker than a whore's underware. A brow twitched. He hated people, but he needed directions and this guy, albeit annoyingly helpful, could give him them. Nikomedes mustered up as much 'Niko' as he could and put on the fakest smile ever. : Firstly, I need directions back to town and secondly, yes, I've seen the green ball. Some fucking idiot ~DES! STOP swearing!~ ..I -c-

Niko : -c- mean.. some MORon is out here playing paintball or something. I could have lost an eye." :His gaze searched Ryder's face as he spoke, looking for any indication of this man being hostile, hiding behind a face mask of helpfulness. Des did not trust easily, if at all. He had learned that the only person he could rely on fully was himself. :-

Margot : lmfao "questions falling from the man quicker than a whore's underware."]

Niko : XD ))

Taja : Lol))

Niko : I should probably point out that words spoken between ~ are thoughts between the two, not said out loud. ))

Margot : I really wish there was a way to augment the text in OA]

Margot : x.x]

Niko : Yeah.. ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : ^))

Niko : I also missed a " at the beginning of Des's speach there where he said "Firstly, I need directions...." ))

Āıden Aberdene  : He had spent several hundreds of years as a student of the arts. He studied music, literature, painting, acting, and everything in between. But in those years, hearing, and seeing the masterpieces of mankind. Nothing in this moment was more so enthralling then watching Margot move. He saw everything, the momentary hesitation, that turned to determination and was thus clouded by her own desires into a face of both desire and adoration, and while he was in the moment. He had no inkling of the future or what it held. But he knew that he wanted it to be with her. The years they would live together would be beautiful, and he would see to it she was safe and sound for the entirety of her lifetime. Margot would become Aiden's life, and her dreams would become his own. As their bodies came together, he captured her in his embrace, his hands coming to either side of her hips, sliding about them so that they could rest beneath the back of her bra which he would eventually take the +

Niko : Soo many mistakes in my last post. Sorry. u.u ))

Niko : hiding behind a fake mask* x.x ))

Āıden Aberdene  : time to remove. But in the clumsy moment of giving into want and desire. He seemed less inclined to pay attention to that, then to look up at her as she sat upon his lap, and her admission to want. How could words even begin to Mirror that? Aiden an undead whose need for such 'pleasures' were replaced with a craving for blood. Found himself for the first time in quite some time giving into the desires of a mortal man. There was but fabric between them, and as they sat in the rolling waters that muffled any sound beyond her heart beat Aiden let his tongue work over the length of his lips. His hand moving from her back to brush along her chest and into her hair. " I want you.." he echoed her words, and was thus inclined to stop playing his game of kiss or not to kiss. When he moved inward, it was slow and there was a skillful movement of his hand that sent the flimsy lace of her bra floating away into the wake of rapids created by warm bubbly water. He pressed his chest to her +

Āıden Aberdene  : own and raised his lips upward to capture her own. He let his desire, reign free and in it he had made mistakes. He did not hear the slow groan of the roof as snow was liberated from it, he ignored the warning that came with that clump of snow that had fallen. He focused only on what he wanted, Margot, what he needed, Margot, what he craved Margot! A hair's width from her lips, and he became aware of something very cold dripping onto his back. Without warning an avalanche of miniscule proportions fell free from the rooftop. Like cold slush wrapping around his back, head and shoulders it came unforgivingly creating a horny snow man of the vampire and said liver. Which resulted an arching of his back away from Margot, resulting in a lifting of his hips which would have been intended given their desires, but with no control or intent, she likely got the shaft just as she was sent backward into the warm water. " HOLY FUCK THAT'S COLD!" he cried out standing to get the snow and -c-

Āıden Aberdene  : pine off his form feeling it run down the back of his pants and killing any inclination of carnal activities in his mind (Nothing like a cold slushie between the cheeks, to ruin the moment) Then abashed by his actions he swiftly shifted to look at Margot. -end-

Āıden Aberdene  : You're fine Niko, we all make mistakes XD )

Margot : lmfao]

Āıden Aberdene  : We roll wit teh poonches )

Ŕŷdėŕ : Well. I'm glad you're not injured. As for directions. Your best bet is to head back that way |Ryder pointed in the general direction of the manor, and trailed his finger down to the road.| Find the manor, and the road should lead you back into town without issue. Also, that green ball was my fault. Sorry about that. Which way did it-- |Ryder's question was suddenly cut off when he saw the green glint coming back in their direction. He shoved the male's head down and ducked himself. Likely planting the man's face in the snow. But once it zipped by, Ryder let go and stood up. Watching the ball zip through the air and hearing it a few moments later off in the distance. Away from the manor, away from town. But it sounded like shattering glass. That... was not good. It was so going to come back to bite him.| Sorry about that. Anyway. Back to the manor and follow the road. I need to go find a way to stop that thing. |Ryder would take off at... well as full tilt a run as the snow would allow<

Ŕŷdėŕ : without him falling on his face every 10 seconds. It seemed to be a pretty good distance off, but he was going to chase after it as fast as he could. If he didn't, he probably wouldn't be able to stop it, and that couldn't end well. Guaranteed it would make it back to the manor eventually. Stop the thing now before it really does damage that you can't fix. Snowbanks were still the enemy, and impeded his progress on a regular basis. Though it didn't help that he was trying to move as quick as possible. What did he hit, and what was it going to cost him? That shattering glass sound happened again, and the green ball whizzed by his head another time. This was bad... But it could be worse. As long as it didn't kill, maim, or seriously injure anybody? He was fine with it. Windows could be fixed, walls repaired. Things replaced. People? Well... fixing people was not something Ryder was very good at. Hopefully he could catch up to it and figure out what it broke.|

Ŕŷdėŕ : Snow and then a green ball breaking windows and flying by your head. A green ball that... might very well kill you depending how fast it's moving))

Niko : x.X ))

Margot : x.x]

Ŕŷdėŕ : Long story short: Don't get in the way of the thing.))

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Margot : Welcome!]

Ŕŷdėŕ : Oh god....))

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Ŕŷdėŕ : Lol))

Niko : -:Having his face planted into the snow improved Des' mood ten fold. Being told what to do made things even better. As he picked his face up out of the snow and blinked away any remaining water from his eyes he methodically got to his feet, turned to face Ryder and balled up a fist. ~Don't you dare. Des no.~ ~"Shut up, twerp."~ ~I want hot chocolate and a warm bath.~ ~"In time."~ ~I'm cold. Can we just go?~ Des' eyes narrowed, hair firmly plastered over one half of his -c-

Niko : did I just post out of turn? x.x ))

Niko : I've lost the order. ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Not too worried about order for the moment))

Ŕŷdėŕ : At that moment it was two separate posting orders. The two are about to collide))

Niko : -c- face from the rain that still fell. A hiss came from him as his fists balled tighter and at that moment he heard the sound of shattering glass. ~DES! Leave it. I want to goooo.~ Ryder had by then moved out of swinging distance, putting him safely out of harm from a rage that quickly built within Nikomedes. Turning abruptly and with the movements of a predator, he stalked forwards through the snow, as agile as a panda in water and as graceful as an elephant in a china -c-

Niko : -c- shop. He cursed the snow for the umpteenth time in that moment. Two drifts later and a lot more blue air and the duo found themself back at the road which lead down to the cabin. Unfortunately for Des, Ryder hadn't mentioned just how far they were from the village. Already soaked from several snow dunkings and now starting to freeze, it was probably a good thing that Nikomedes was in the drivers seat. Niko would have flaked out from hypothermia. And not a car in sight -c-

Niko : -c- either. The green projectile had at least not been seen again..:-

Ŕŷdėŕ : Very curious to see how this goes >.>))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Very quiet suddenly o.o))

Āıden Aberdene  : M's working her post )

Ŕŷdėŕ : I figured))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Niko is just chattier than the rest of us xD))

Margot : I'm slow, sorry x.x]

Āıden Aberdene  : <3 you're fine )

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Margot : Hey lady frand]

Āıden Aberdene  : -oozes over to Aralie- )

Aralie : -meanders by with cocoa, casual hairflip- hai2u! ]

Āıden Aberdene  : -gloms onto-)

Ŕŷdėŕ : -waves-))

Aralie : o-o -sprays sunshine-in-a-can- ]

Taja : Welcome home))

Āıden Aberdene  : ... )

Aralie : thanks yall :3 ]

Āıden Aberdene  : -is now Ash on Jo's clothing- )

Margot : ••• Their mutual craving was a rare magnetic force pulling them into a tumult neither wanted to resist. With unequivocal passion, the pair finally caved. Margot, because each passing moment wasn’t coming back-- Aiden, because he’d seen the spark of consent in her. The feeling of release was unreal, walls falling apart around her as he grabbed her by the hips and curled his hands up the length of her back. She sighed in automatic response, with withy lief escaping her in a moment she had pined for her entire adult life. Everything felt so fast. One hand was in her hair as he murmured her words back to her. His tongue canvassed his lips, his eyes skimmed the length of her neck. Following his words, the celerity of his movement made her gasp. One moment, his mouth was nearly on hers, and the next she was under water. Heat flooded her head, shoulders and neck. Her hair hung, suspended in roiling water around her face as she instinctively held her breath. She opened her eyes, hearing-c

Margot : Aiden’s raised voice muffled between bubbling air in the water. What had happened? Her legs were sticking out of the water, hands floating in front of her chest with something dangling from her fingertips. She closed her hand around the fine material, brow knitting in confusion as she closed her own bralette in a fist. A brief glimpse of those lissome legs in all of their pale glory was offered above-water. Her head emerged quickly after, hand holding up the balled-up lace in front of herself to inspect--oh. -Oh-. She grinned a little to herself, dropping it back in the water. Though she wasn’t so modest as to shield her chest with a hand, her breasts remained comfortably under water-- not that it mattered, because whatever the hell Aiden was doing was of more pressing importance. Or at least, it garnered more attention. With the tension somewhat -drenched-, the withy seer watched him with a blend of confusion and admittedly, a bit of disappointment. Her hair stuck to the sides -c

Margot : of her face, verdant hues watching him dance for a moment before realizing his reaction hadn’t been intentional. Not long after, a second avalanche slid off of the roof. It piled overtop of both of them, stopped only by the warm water they sat (and stood) in. Well, that explained what happened. Suddenly cold, disoriented and spooked, Margot cried out in surprise. She remained still, most of her submerged in warm water, the rest covered by a small mount of slowly-melting snow. A human ice-berg. When she started to laugh, realizing what had happened, it was warm and hysterical. “Aiden!” she cried gleefully, “Aiden!” again, this time with a hand reaching out from under the snow in a blind grasping motion. She shook her head and waved her arm in the snow, trying to break it up without standing or exposing too much of her skin to the snow as it parted around her. Still laughing, Margot’s features appeared in a fault in the snow. “How absolutely perfect.” she jested, leaning back -c

Margot : into one of the seats of the hot tub and passing a wry glance up at the sloped roof. “I suppose we ought to get back inside?” she asked with a bit of gloom, passing a glance at the vampopsicle with an impish grin. •••

Āıden Aberdene  : AND dinner time because starving T.T )

Margot : Go EAT]

Āıden Aberdene  : Have you eaten! )

Margot : ...]

Niko : I just had a toastie, if that counts? ))

Āıden Aberdene  : -opens the door- )

Āıden Aberdene  : -points- )

Margot : Counts for me~]

Āıden Aberdene  : Coffee is liquid and makes you poop does not count )

Niko : Hahahaha ))

Margot : x.x]

Margot : Fine]

Āıden Aberdene  : XD nanner? )

Margot : Maybe when we get back we can fast forward to Christmas Karaoke??]

Margot : With Nohr and Aralie?]

Āıden Aberdene  : Yeah, they need to finally friggen kiss )

Ŕŷdėŕ : Broken windows thanks to Ryder >.>))

Margot : pfft, I'm sure something will happen]

Margot : ....and all the bar's windows were suddenly broken when Nohr hit the high notes]

Āıden Aberdene  : singing some random christmas song from zimbobwe )

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Ŕŷdėŕ : That green ball of death was headed in your direction, y'know lol))

Taja : Welcome))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Welcome))

-Theodore- : thanks! )

Niko is away.

Niko : *cups for a bit*

Niko : ))*

яевоuпđ : Noob. ))

Niko glares some at Rebound ))

-Tilly- : Teddy!]

-Theodore- : Tilly <3]

Margot : I had a feeling, Ryder]

Ŕŷdėŕ : -creeps up behind Taja, drops snow down the back of her shirt, and hides-))

Taja : *Falls off of Wintersday jump puzzle*))

Taja : You rotten vermin!))

яевоuпđ : <.< Does being a meta count as 'supernatural'? ))

-Theodore- : I think there's RP going on right now, right?]

Ŕŷdėŕ : -snickers- Yeah, just slowly))

яевоuпđ : Would Rebound have the glow? That's all I want to know. ))

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Taja : Margot and Aiden took a food break.))

яевоuпđ : Weebles ))

Margot : Aiden and I are on pause. We just wrote out the end of our snowy-cabin scene.]

-Theodore- : Ah okay]

Margot : Eating "food"]

Taja : Also, no.))

Taja : Humans, gifted or otherwise, would not.))

яевоuпđ : Thanks. =D ))

Margot : -sips tea-]

Taja : ^.^ Np!))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Was gonna ask you about that))

Taja : Wh, Zach!))

Ŕŷdėŕ : The fuck does that mean for Ryder? He's not exactly.. from around here))

яевоuпđ : XD ))

Zach-Willcox : Evening all :3 ]]

Margot : Welcome home, Zach~]

Zach-Willcox : Ta very much ^^']]

Ŕŷdėŕ : -Runs around spray painting the cups a wide array of colours-))

-Theodore- : welcome everyone 😀]

Zach-Willcox : Gonna post a few while I still have the mental capacity if that's alright?. Dealing with people is tiring work ¬_¬'']]

яевоuпđ : <.< I was gonna post too.. but go for it ))

Taja : Post whenever ya get the desire!))

Zach-Willcox : Nah nah nah, I shall let you go first, I have just arrived]

Zach-Willcox : Still working on mine anyways, so you have time]]

яевоuпđ : Whokay. ))

Zach-Willcox :: The sleek, black Range Rover pulled into a small parking lot close to Portrees high street

Zach-Willcox : fuck my life]]

Zach-Willcox : Ctrl a should be select all ><]]

-Theodore- : happens to the best of us lol]

Taja : *Snerks*))

Taja : I've done that, sooooo forking much. Lol.))

Zach-Willcox : Anyways, was about to delete that to ask, what's the weather doing IC just now?]]

Zach-Willcox : Feel ya pain, Taja]]

яевоuпđ : It had rained, and so at least the snow was more sludge in town than as per usual. Jayden had needed to run an errand and found himself following a road through some woods on the way to a little village down by the sea. His car of choice handled the bad road fairly well while keeping him warm and dry inside. The cold wouldn't have bothered him anyway. He could have increased the density of his shield to keep in the warmth and keep out the cold, but why do that when he could >

Taja : Evening. About 45 degrees. Breezy.))

Ŕŷdėŕ : So about 7 degrees for those who don't speak American temperature 😋 ))

яевоuпđ : easily just use the in car heating. As he drove he hummed along to the music playing from the sterio, not really paying much attention to anything in particular. Driving was something he did a lot of and if he happened to hit a tree, it wasn't like he would be hurt. The awkwardness of the situation then being that he would be stuck in the middle of no where without a ride and he wasn't about to let that happen. The road took a bend round to the left and Jay slowed his speed >

яевоuпđ : to a crawl. Up ahead was a man, hair plastered to his head, coat soaked and he looked in serious need of a ride out of the woods. As he pulled up along side the man he rolled down his window. "Hey buddy. You okay out here in the dark?" The man grunted but did not turn his head or offer any reply. Jay's brows creased as the car continued to slowly roll along beside the man. "You're gonna catch a cold or something.. prolly end up dead and in tomorrow's headlines. Come on, >

яевоuпđ : at least jump in and let me take you to the Manor." The man seemed to be arguing internally with himself and finally his trudging stopped and he turned to face Jayden. 'Look, "Buddy"' The man rose his hands to form the quotes, 'If I wanted your help, I would have fucking asked for it. Piss off.' Jayden's window rolled up in seconds as he stared at the man. Those eyes glowed fiercely without the added help of the local town's enchantment. He stared a moment longer before >

яевоuпđ : his foot found the pedal and just as he pressed down, his windscreen burst, caving into a dent that was mirrored by the one now in the back window as well. In the centre was a tiny hole. Jay squeaked. He actually did squeak out loud before his door burst open and he tumbled out of the car and into the snowy sludge. "Duck a DUCK SIDEWAYS!" He blinked. "WITh a bloody PINEAPPLE!" The man he had been talking with simply shrugged and turned to continue on his way, leaving >

яевоuпđ : poor Jay sat on the ground, staring at his car. Exactly what he did not want. "Perfect. Just bloody perfect."

Zach-Willcox : Gonna have a go ^^ feel free to just flow anyone who is currently RPing, hopefully the threads won't cross too much ^^;; ]]

Zach-Willcox : ​:: The sleek, black Range Rover Sport glided into a small parking lot near the main high street in Portree with a silence the belied the size of what man humans dub a Chelsea-tractor. The lot was still quite full, the season brought out what the Lasombra dubbed the worst aspects of an already lowly race. Humans baying at tills, fighting over meaningless trinkets to fulfil some god awful, insatiable thirst. He compared this to the thirst he had come to know all to well as he pulled >

яевоuпđ : I'm about 2 hrs drive outside of town. -stfus- ))

Aralie is away.

Zach-Willcox : into one of the few empty spaces and killed the engine. Quickly swatting the comparison from his mind. His was about survival, theirs? Pointless drivel, all they had to make their limited existence seem a worthwhile. He lifted a hand in front of his face and noted the pale skin brighten a fraction. "Damn magic..." he said softly, with an icy venom that gave light to his sheer loathing of this marking. The same hand moved to the centre console and he drew up his heavily tinted shades>

Zach-Willcox : flicking them open and slipping them on. One day soon he would have to find out a way to rid himself of this insult to his very being...the how of the matter was the real crux, though admittedly, his exploration of this wholly unique Island was still limited. He was however, fully set up. The deeds emailed to him while he slept this morning. A large house on one of the many cliff edges was now his, and the day had been spent making it as suitable for him as it could be. The door >

Zach-Willcox : to the car opened slowly, and out he stepped into the winter chill. His long black coat whipping up around his waist from a sudden gust of wind. He was, as ever, dressed up to the nines, three piece black suit, off set with a blood red tie, with a long black coat over that and under it all, close to what used to be his heart, the crystal vial containing a deep crimson liquid. He had on this occasion, done away with his cane, deciding it would draw far too many looks this night, one>

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Zach-Willcox : where he was there to observe, listen...and perhaps find himself a volunteer to aid him in extending his non-life. He pushed the car door closed gently and was already at the rear of the Ranger Rover when it clicked shut. A quick press on his car key had the indicators flashing and the locks dropping with a dull 'thunk'. He turned, made his way from the lot and onto the high street where he gazed up and down, slowly, letting the chatter of people and the stench of slowly rotting >

Zach-Willcox : flesh was over him. "Humans..." he muttered to himself in that emotionless, ice cold tone of his "...never was a world so wasted on it's dominant species." A quick tug on his jacket flicked the collar up, high around his ghostly features before he set off down the street, eyeing passers by with a degree of contempt mingled with a well disguised hunger. ::

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яевоuпđ : Weebles. ))

ᴾᴿᵁᴱ†ᴸᴱᴱ : Welcome back~]

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Taja : Wb!))

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Taja : Wb!))

Ŕŷdėŕ : wb))

Margot : I'll bbs, husband wants to game for an hour~]

Zach-Willcox : Men don't game for an hour! We say we will, then spend a week there]]

Zach-Willcox : So...yea, see ya in a week x) ]]

-Tilly- : loooool, fair.]

Taja : Rofl))

яевоuпđ : He is so right.. and should not be giving away trade secrets. ))

Taja : Don't be sexist. Neither do us ladies.))

яевоuпđ : Traitor. ¬¬ ))

Zach-Willcox : I can't help being sexy, oh wait...you didn;t say that. ]]

Zach-Willcox : Damn selective hearing]

Āıden Aberdene  : -points to Taja- she doth it )

Taja : Lolol))

яевоuпđ : >.> Ryder, are you posting? ))

Taja : He will be, pulling a log for him real quick to refresh his memory about his return))

Ŕŷdėŕ : You guys d your thing for now. I'm headed in the direction of Aiden and Margot. Gotta wait for them to come back before I make a total 180))

яевоuпđ : Okay ))

Niko has returned.

Niko is away.

яевоuпđ : Changed my mind. ))

Ðamoп : This is the one I wanted. }}

Zach-Willcox : :: "Cerulean Sins..." Zach' said softly, eyeing the neon sign outside what was clearly a nightclub judging by the volume and style of music the muffled up from the ground below. He had come to a halt outside, knowing that these places were to Vampires, what the cattle market was to him and his father way back before he lost his pulse. He stepped forward, the bouncers eyeing him as he approached. A quick flick on the front of his jacket and the collar was returned to it's usual place >

Zach-Willcox : on his shoulder. "Gentlemen." he offered by way of greeting, flashing a wide smile, one that looked slightly inhuman, and did not reach his eyes...not that they could tell that due to his shades. The bouncers considered him for a moment, before letting him pass. Down some steps he moved, silent and graceful as shadow. "That'll be ten pounds, please." came the voice of a female, Zach spotted her in a small room with an open window. "Of course." he reached into his suit jackets inside >

Zach-Willcox : pocket and pulled out his wallet, drawing a ten pound not out and handing it over. In exchange? He received a wrist band...eying it coldly he then turned back to the woman and offered what he considered a warm smile "I wonder if you might store my jacket for me?" he asked, beginning to remove his coat. "Aye, we can do that, it's a pound for each item stored..." the Lasombras brow quirked. He wasn't even sure what a pound was...so used was he to swiping cards or transferring money >

Zach-Willcox : direct. "A pound, hmmm?" he asked, more stalling for time than anything. Back into his wallet he went and drew out another ten before handing it over, his jacket after. The woman took both and set about finding his change to which he held up his hand "Not needed." he said simply and, tucking his wallet back into his suits inner pocket, he pushed the double doors open, immediately assaulted by a driving electric beat and bright flashing lights. It was early, yet still reasonably busy >

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Zach-Willcox : which must have something to do with the fact in this town you either had comfortable country pubs, or this club. The stench of human washed over him again, mingled with sweat and stale alcohol, yet inside he went, the doors swinging shut behind him. He was on the hunt. ::

Āıden Aberdene  : lol I just read this )

Āıden Aberdene  : We'll be moving to a different scene when we get back )

Āıden Aberdene  : the one we did earlier was finishing a scene what needed finishing )

Zach-Willcox : Poor Ryder ;___; ]]

Ŕŷdėŕ : Eh, I can work something out. No big. But Margot mentioned in Discord that an interruption was anticipated, so i gathered you were within the realm of interaction. Thus green ball goes zipping by))

яевоuпđ : It couldda missed my ride on the way past. ¬¬ ))

яевоuпđ : xD ))

Āıden Aberdene  : yeah it's kind of the curse of Aiden and Margot, they can't get intimate because something IS BOUND to happen )

The ƁĿǪǪƉ Twins : Haha epic. ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Lol))

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Āıden Aberdene  : Welcome home ))

The ƁĿǪǪƉ Twins : Weebles, Ghost lady! ))

Aralie : 🍷🍷 ]

Zach-Willcox : wibble]]

Aralie : Thanks! And wee! Snowstorm 😲 <3 ]

Zach-Willcox : >.> jealous]]

The ƁĿǪǪƉ Twins : If it snowed really hard, I wouldn't have to go to work. Pity it never snows much in the east. -.- ))

Zach-Willcox : This is the UK mate, if it isn't raining it's about to be ¬_¬'' ]]

The ƁĿǪǪƉ Twins : ^ So true. ))

The ƁĿǪǪƉ Twins : I'll settle for localised flooding then. ))

The ƁĿǪǪƉ Twins : From rain. ¬_¬" ))

-Theodore- : wb Aralie]

The ƁĿǪǪƉ Twins : Just around my house, so I can't leave. Oh wait, then how do I hu....never mind. XD ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : I will figure something out shortly))

The ƁĿǪǪƉ Twins : I could be posting with Jayden.. but a playlist needs to be organised as I have just run out of tunage. ))

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Zach-Willcox : :: Some twenty minutes later found Zach perched at the end of a long, glitzy bar nursing a short glass filled with an amber liquid. The content swirling slowly, licking up the insides of the tumbler lazily as though trying it's best to escape it's confines. He had been watching the occupants go about their merriment in silence, the music so much white noise, gods what he wouldn't give for some Bach, or anything resembling proper music. The other revellers of the night however, seemed>

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яевоuпđ : Welcome ))

Nohr : yo]

Āıden Aberdene  : welcome home!!)

Nohr : sup Aiden?]

Aralie : -throws censorship signs up as she dives at Nohr- ;D ]

Āıden Aberdene  : They're snogging )

Zach-Willcox : to be enjoying themselves fully. Partners grooving on the dance floor, pulling strange shapes that was what passed for dance moves these days. His eyes wandered past a booth, then he did a double take. It was clearly some sort of VIP area, bubbly on ice, several other drinks littered the table, around which sat a hand full of people, mostly male but with one, extremely eye catching female. He watched them a long moment, each man seemed to be itching to speak with the woman, who was >

яевоuпđ : Jay had managed to overcome the shock of what had happened in a minute or two and had picked himself up off the ground. He had taken stock of what was left of both front and back windows of his car and made a mental note to get bulletproof glass next time. Hopping up onto the hood of his car, Jayden got as best a hold on the damn thing as he could and then sent his boot forward in an attempt to kick the rest of the glass in. Windscreens were thankfully coated with a >

яевоuпđ : plastic covering these days and so as his foot met with glass it came loose from the edges and fell inward, crashing against the seats and dashboard. A couple further kicks and the whole thing was loose. Jay jumped carefully back down to the semi-frozen ground and reached inside his car, fingers grabbing hold of the windscreen to drag it out. It was dumped onto the road with a grunt and the man lent back up against his car for a moment, his mind working over what it could >

Zach-Willcox : dressed in a low cut ball gown that shimmered slightly in parts, and was somewhat see through in others, revealing an ample chest and creamy skin. He could even make out dark blue underwear through the fabric. Her appearance, dark hair, big, clever eyes and full ruby red lips while eye catching, was not what held his gaze however. It was the way the other three men who were not speaking eagerly to her, seemed quite unable to stomach that fact. Almost itching to get her attention. >

яевоuпđ : have been that burst through his car. In his time at the academy for mutants he had seen a lot. Hell he had even done a lot.. and that green ball sort of reminded him of one of BoomBoom's little balls of explosive energy. This one hadn't exploded though, it had simply passed through his car as if the glass had been fresh air. With a huff at his words, his breath pooling in the air for a moment in front, Jayden brushed any left over glass from the drivers seat and climbed back >

Zach-Willcox : Zach' raised his glass to his lips and took a slow pull, it was all for show. The pleasures and pains of alcohol were something he had lost on his embrace. He noted she listened, but it was more like lip service. There was little interest held by her in these men, he began to doubt there was an interest for her in any male, unless she saw something truly special. To his mind, he was that special...clearly. The Prince of Shadow he had dubbed himself, and a Prince is how he saw himself>

яевоuпđ : in. At least the engine was still fine. It had cut out after Jay's butt had left the seat, as per the safety settings, but the meta managed to bring it back to life. It'd be a windy drive forward, but at least he would be moving. He knew of a few places in the area and had passed a large Manor back down the road a way, but if he wanted a new windscreen it was gonna have to be a drive back to the town. Reaching forwards, Jay flipped on the radio and hit the play button. The >

Zach-Willcox : As though the thought had some how reached her, her gaze moved, across the crowded club to find him, standing there looking like an upper class blues brother in his tinted shades and black three piece. Zach's brow arched slightly and his weight shifted from left to right foot. She then flashed the smallest of smiles, revealing a slither of pearly white teeth, before returning her attention to the man speaking. It caused a smirk to cross Zach's lips, and then a light, single huff of >

яевоuпđ : car started forward as music filled the cab, the cold wind rushing through not managing to ruffle a single hair on his head. Jayden's shield saw to that and for the first time in a while, he was grateful to be a meta-human.

You are no longer marked as being away.

Nohr : wb]

яевоuпđ : Whoops, forgot to pick up the windscreen and put it in the back. XD Ah well, random windscreen on the side of the road for anyone. XD ))

Margot : thanks, Skelton]

яевоuпđ : Weebles Margot ))

Margot : Thank ya <3]

Zach-Willcox : a laugh escaped him. Perhaps another night, he thought to himself...and right on cue "Hello handsome, fancy buying a girl a drink?" reached him, a female to his right was gazing up at him, all doe eyed and coy smiles. Zach' eyed her for a brief moment before widening his smile into something wholly human. "For you? Certainly." he offered in his best, and most deceitful flattery. "Vodka Cranberry, lots of ice." she said, eyeing him like she was ready to straddle him her and now. Zach'

Zach-Willcox : Inclined his head once and leand over the bar, raising a hand to get the tenders attention "Vodka Cranberry, plenty of ice." he said simply and a few moments later, drinks in hand, the pair were talking animatedly, Zach' saying all the right things, and the girl falling, hook line and sinker into what would ultimately be her greatest mistake.  ::

яевоuпđ : -deletes a profile- Well there goes Rebecca... dinner for Zach. ))

яевоuпđ : Kidding. ))

Zach-Willcox : eh? O.o'']]

яевоuпđ : Nothing. ))

Zach-Willcox : <_<;;]]

Zach-Willcox : For my next post, i'ma do a lil time jump. As time is wearing on, and Soloing this stuff 100% is arduous. Plus, just wanna get to the juicy bits. ]]

Aralie : :: Couples converged in that Christmas-bedecked tavern – all thanks to the advertisement for Christmas karaoke that lured them all in (and text messages that spread the word)! Whatever Jolene and Nohr called their relationship, and likewise however Margot and Aiden defined theirs – there was little to deny that each pair was invested. Though that did not mean that they vanished with one another at the expense of good friends and fun with them. No, no. Jolene and Margot kept in regular contact, and the friendship between Nohr and Aiden was clear – and across the entire group. So in swaggered Aiden, evidently taken by the Christmas spirit, with Margot more reticent about completely bursting with holiday exuberance outwardly, here. Aiden and Aralie resonated on that wavelength; just as Margot and Nohr were more alike in this scenario, too. The threads crisscrossed and etched the group of friends together in a tightknit way that no doubt made each anticipate more for [c]

Aralie : the future – be it in bonding or shenanigans (or why not both?!). Jolene had *just* downed a shot with Nohr, proclaimed her ‘accident’ in signing Aiden and Nohr up in a karaoke duet – “Oops!” – before she’d pressed a kiss to his cheek to throw him off from huffing *too* much. More, Margot and Aiden had *just* walked up to Nohr and herself, so Jolene could cut off any protests on Skelton’s part by her cheery greeting to their arriving friends. “Good to see you again! Happy holidays!” Margot had replied with “Good Yule to you!” as the two women embraced amid mirthful smiles. “Margot – you *must* sing with me. Aiden & Nohr are signed up, we can’t let them outdo us, yeah? Know a good one?” Jolene’s cobalt eyes slid toward Aiden, whose cheer seemed enough to forgive her for signing him up without consent. “Take care of him up there,” she beseeched of Aiden with a slow wink and a smile – and a side glance toward Nohr in hopes he was being egged on to prove he didn’t *need* to [c]

Aralie : to be carried by someone else through a duet. She was yet in her silvery, tinsel-reminiscent tunic over black leggings and black boots. She might as well have been one of the decorations in this festive atmosphere, even if it wasn’t exactly something over the top. A slight pout took her goading smile toward the toxicologist to egg him on even more. Every ‘reasonable’ angle of benevolent guilt and manipulation? Check! The current karaoke singer was just concluding to the louder cheers of their friends, bowed, took off the stage Santa hats or antler headbands, and stepped down. “Give a merry cheer for those three!” the host called out on the mic. “Now! Give a hearty holiday welcome to…” The excitable host glanced down at his note briefly. “NOHRIE-POO AND AIDIE-WADIE!” Oh good god. YES Aralie had put those names down, JUST for this moment to feast upon the looks on their faces. She glowed with mischievous glee. “Nohrie-Poo, don’t let your adoring fans down!” She goaded in an [c]

Aralie : excessively saccharine tone to drive him mad. Adoringly so. [d] ::

Margot : omfg yes]

Nohr : ...]

Margot : those nicknames]

Aralie : Nohr: -ghost floats out of his mouth- ]

Nohr : as in the famous words of Maka Albarn "go die"]

Margot : >.>]

Aralie : <_< <3 ]

Zach-Willcox : Your writing is like...hnng. I aspire to be where you are. ]]

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Zach-Willcox : feck...]]

яевоuпđ : >.> ))

Aralie : wb lol ]

Zach-Willcox : <_<]]

Zach-Willcox : ty]

Margot : Welcome back Zach]

Aralie : and haha thanks! ]

Margot : And I know, right T.T]

Zach-Willcox : Ty, and np.]]]

Zach-Willcox : Yea, she gots mad skills. ]]

Taja : Wb!))

Zach-Willcox : Ty =] ]]

Aralie : To be fair, errbody in here is super talented - I love reading you all <3 ]

Zach-Willcox : @>--- sweet gal. ]]

Taja : *Is totally the exception to that*))

яевоuпđ : <.<.. ))

Āıden Aberdene  : There was one thing about Aiden that a lot of people didn't really see until they were allowed close to him. One of those things was that Aiden did not have any shame in his game. After all his arrival at the Skye had been adorned in the festive robes of one Frank N Ferter, and he wore those heels and classy stockings with some damn class! So Karaoke was right up his alley especially given the kind of emotional high he had been on these last few weeks since he and Margot had returned home from the comfort of that cabin high in the mountains, now one night stand run ins not withstanding. There was little that could be done to ruin his mood. Especially in the way in which Margot had handled it, but his stab had been just as utterly destroying for the poor girls ego. Because when our unfortunate heroine chose to question who exactly Margot was. Aiden swept his arm about her shoulder placed a gentle kiss upon her cheek and provided her with an answer without actually answering -c-

Zach-Willcox : Taja, I don't think I've actually seen you write yet, so reservations reserved xP ]]

Aralie : -punts those exception words off a cliff- ]

Margot : lmfao]

Margot : ^]

-Theodore- : we're all wonderful in ehre and i love writing with everyone, we all had a different spice to the recipe of this ongoing story 😀]

-Theodore- : have a different*]

Zach-Willcox : So much love atm, you guys rock my literary world. @>--- ]]

Margot : <33333]

Zach-Willcox : You and Tolkien ]]

Aralie : -face full of spiced cookies, glances at them suddenly ... slowly... >_>.... stfus for Aiden LLOL - ]

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Aralie : hay lady ]

Margot : -waves- Welcome home, Merly]

Mєяlγη : hi ))

Mєяlγη : thanks!)

Zach-Willcox : Wibble \o/ ]]

Mєяlγη : thanks \o/ )

Ðamoп : -pokes a nose out from beneath his cup- }}

Ðamoп : I smell Angel blood. >.> }}

Ðamoп has returned.

Mєяlγη : <_<)

Aralie : wb ]

Āıden Aberdene  : "Where have you been all my life beautiful " the rejection was obvious, and now it was to provide Margot with her shot, and return her to the side of Snow White and her grumpy elf. Elf because he was not short stout and fat, but lanky and whatnot. " Nohr! " Aiden grinned wide and held out the second shot he'd gone to pick up. " You grumpy sumbitch, we're going melt some hearts and drop some panties " this being his statement as they were called to the stage. His reaction to his name being Aidie-Wadie was a deadpan face that locked eyes with Nohr. Before his brow lifted to say. ~you're kidding me right?~ however he let it go, (Not much could embarrass him at this point after all he once carried Margot out of this very bar like a vomiting jetpack) " Let's show the ladies how it's done " his arm came about Nohr's shoulders, ushering him upward to the stage. Poor Nohr, would find soon enough that when you partied with an Aberdene, there was little escape from red cheeks, -c-

Ðamoп : Thank'yeh }}

Āıden Aberdene  : ~A timely swat to Nohr's ass~ on both ends.-end-

Nohr : omg]

Margot : ...drink up, Nohr.]

Āıden Aberdene  : Trolol )

Aralie : XD ]

Āıden Aberdene  : Have you met my sister? )

Nohr : I'm gonna need to be hospitalized after this]

Āıden Aberdene  : I'm tame compared to her JS )

Mєяlγη : so i dont have my last post, but im not sure how we wanna continue)

Ðamoп : Ive got it }}

Aralie : I'll send you my opening post for tonight if you want? I tried to tie in all the ends I could @_@ ]

Mєяlγη : kk))

Ðamoп : It's my post anyway I think. }}

Aralie : oh nm! ]

Aralie : Merlyn: 1st world problems, all dis rp ]

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Nohr : .< Oh. So it was Margot who seemed to share Nohr’s abhor of the holidays and … Aiden appeared to be just as bright as Jolene about it. Shoot him. Just. Shoot him. Wait. Where was a nearby garland? Tapping at the bar’s counter for another drink – his gaze settled upon his companion’s when she went about clinking her shot against his [even wishing him a Merry Christmas.] Immediately, the doctor hunched over the barstool grumbling about this and that … but wouldn’t leave his company hanging. So. He tapped their glasses and mumbled ‘…cheers.’ That was all she was getting from him. As he drank up another shot […third one by now? Yes.] Nohr harkened toward Jolene; almost choking on his present drink. By the way, what??? SHE’D GONE AND DONE WHAT??! -c-

Ðamoп : I PMed it to you via discord. @.@ Too long to whisper }}

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Zach-Willcox : Wb]]

Aralie : wb ]

Mєяlγη : ty)

Ŕŷdėŕ : Ty. -Continues trying to code without keeling over-))

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Ðamoп : -Merlyn's explanation had Damon's eyes widening slowly until they couldn't get any further. A blessing?? Was she mad? He was pretty sure that would do away with him the instant she started, what with him being a vampire. Fortunately she moved on with further explanation and his eye size returned to normal, his head nodding some. Sealing it with her magic did sound like an option, but he was no stranger to magic and how it worked. Magic was the reason he was in this mess >

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Aralie : hai2u ]

Pippa : Hihihihi!))

Margot : Welcome hooome lil Pippa~]

Margot : <3]

Ðamoп : to begin with. As she questioned the motive for his curse he gave a small shrug and said simply,- "It makes me kill without control." -He thought it better not to add the 'werewolf' part at that time. Most vamps hated werewolves. It was just how they were made. Damon had actually managed to befriend one during the war, even made allies with his pack. The last time they had met though... He chased away the thought, as he had done several times already that night.- "I'm no >

Pippa : Eee <3))

Nohr : She had a glint in those cobalt eyes of hers. This wasn’t gonna be good, was it? … … no it wasn’t. Upon the sly Aralie revealing to Skelton that she signed up Aiden and him for a Yuletide duet – he couldn’t verbally rebuke the proposed idea as Margot’s appearance and a kiss to his cheek from the sly vixen, Jolene, jumbled him. His woes were soothed, but NOT. Again. He thumped his hand against the bar’s counter. “ – are you fucking serious??” Nohr squirmed in his seat, feeling his cheeks tinge with mortification. After he knocked back his fifth drink, the effects of the alcohol began to enter his system, “I. Will. Not. Do. It.” He sat firmly upon the stool, even going to the extreme of entwining his long legs around the barstool, “YOU’RE ALL INSAN --- “ what hit the toxicologist’s heart then was the appearance -c-

Ðamoп : stranger to pain either, just as long as the curse breaks. That's what I want the most and I'll take ..." -He glanced at the bag momentarily.- "...almost any options available do get the job done." -

Ðamoп : to* }}

Nohr : of a slight pout upon those painted tiers of Aralie’s. This bitch. Her provoking smile was enough to ramp him up. Did she want to see him fail?! WELL, FUCK THAT! Aegean eyes met with Aiden’s gaze then, “ – Genteel,” he said, using that add nickname of his he’d dubbed the vampire with the first time they met, “I will get you drinks all night long if we don’t do this. Only panties I’m droppin’ are gonna be Aralie afterward [maybe a bit TMI? Oh well.] --- “ Alas, the announcement came from the karaoke host and Nohr felt his instantly drop. Jesus. Christ. He HOPED, HOPED to some god, SOMEWHERE that his workmates weren’t here.  But hahahah … they were, and he was going to hear all about it tomorrow. What further MURDERED him, no STRIPPED him of all dignity was when he realized the name that -c-

Nohr : using that odd nickname**]

Aralie : OMG LOL ]

Margot : yaaaaas]

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Mєяlγη : .: //This will hurt me more than you, at least if everything goes to plan. It will be fine in the end/// she paused. //probably.// There was some hesitation and then the angel called for the little rabbit. //Fabienne!// Purple eyes looking towards the stairs a moment before looking towards Damon. //We could try to find the witches and perhaps try to use the threat of death on them, or I just take it into myself.// It wasn't exactly blessing, but it was more like she would take the curse from him and into herself. Sort of like what her brother did for one his companions, it left her brother a little insane for a time but he was harmless. //I can attempt it at least.// she said. It was going to be her using biokineses, it wasn't going to cure it, it was mostly only a matter of transferring the curse. There was a price for everything, fortunately Merlyn would pay most of it. When Fabienne came down the stairs, all dressed up, she spoke. "Yeah mum?" //Fabienne, I need you to <C>

§Ѕєҭҕ§ : thank you x2))

Taja : Welcome))

§Ѕєҭҕ§ : thank you))

Nohr : Jolene had written up for him. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Nohr seethed through his teeth. “Fine.” With that, he discarded his jacket and just as he was stepping in after Aiden – he let out an unexpected howl of irritation, “OI! Hands off the merchandise!” The squeeze to his ass was enough embarrassment for one night and he begrudgingly let himself become a lamppost for the leaning undead. “Let’s get this shit over with.” With a tip of his head toward Jolene and Margot, he narrowed his eyes mouthing the words ‘we’re not done yet’ and proceeded up to the stage. >. [e]

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Aralie : welcome ]

Āıden Aberdene  : Welcome )

Õưŕơʙoȑȯș : Thanks )

Mєяlγη : .: //go out for a while, go shopping, anything, but leave.// she said. And as per usual, she would have been met with resistance. The glow of Merlyn's grace in her eyes and the way her tone raised was enough to make the girl budge. //Do as I say.// The silver triple sided blade slid down into Merlyn's hand from within her sleeve. //Take my blade, but be careful with it, and don't lose it, it is my personal blade.// it was tied to her grace. //Don't show it unless you intend to use it, and you can. I will see you soon. // with that Merlyn touched two fingers to the girl's forehead and Fabienne vanished. | "What.. wait, wait!" she took the blade and before much else happened, the girl vanished. Her small form appearing outside, somewhere within the town, but down the street she could see Cerulean Sins. She hasn't been without Merlyn in a long time, she wasn't sure what to do or where to go. The worst part? Merlyn can't sense Fabienne anymore, due to be protected by enochian <C>

Mєяlγη : .: sigils, that were carved into her rib bones. It was cold outside, the wind was strong and it looked like it might snow, or rain, she couldn't tell. :.

Mєяlγη : being protected*)

Margot : ••• Margot and Aiden slipped into Cerulean Sins with ease, greeted by the bouyant atmosphere of cheer and good-tidings. Briefly separated by their jovial greetings with the beamish Jolene and her tempestuous toxicologist, Margot and Aiden folded themselves into the scene as if they were a completely normal pairing, amidst other entirely normal pairings. The seer had already swept thoughts of the pawing Maddie under the rug, practically preening after Aiden’s wordless response, fully realizing its rarity up until these days. With flushed cheeks and a bit more pep in her step, the sybil greeted her friends with matched excitement-- for Margot. Usually a bit more…tipsy? Definitely -normally- a lot more of a mess. Also, usually a bit more aloof. Was it the season? Others excited about the upcoming holidays might have thought so. But Margot was a bit healthier, a little glowier, and certainly -less- likely to vomit than she had previously been in company with Aralie and Nohr. -c

Ðamoп : -Damon's heart sank as the words 'if everything goes to plan' were said and it continued to sink further into the pit of his belly when Merlyn followed up with the word 'probably'. Even so, he was still up for the plan. At mention of finding the witches his brow furrowed.- "Been there, they don't wanna be found. They love to cloak themselves.." -A spark of annoyance flared up in his eyes before vanishing. His patience was growing thin and that dull ache in his stomach >

Margot : Enjoying the banter between Jolene and Nohr, Margot found a stool and a shot, compliments of Skelton. She assumed, since he appeared to be drinking. With a gentle clink, and some sober reassurance in the midst of all the cheery, jingling, twinkling spirit, Margot nodded at Nohr. And then tipped it back with distinct ease-- given the contents of the glass. Straight Rye. Good man. Of course, Jolene would not leave anyone out of the merriment. Just as soon as Margot was about to poke fun at the boys’ impending duet, the juvenescent Jolie turned her attentions on Margot. Shit. “A …good o-one?” she stammered as she held her hands up in front of herself. “I don’t really sing in front of people…” she could already feel herself being baited in by the bonhomie of her friend, though. It would be a short-lived sisyphean effort for Jolene, who seemed to know exactly how to charm them all into participation with nothing more than her gorgonizing, sweet nature. When the names of both Aiden -c

Margot : and Nohr were announced a-la-teletubbies, Margot nearly spit out her second (er…third?) shot. She would forever be referring to Aiden as this new, foreign pet name. She watched as he practically dragged Nohr to the stage by his ass, cheering boisterously after them. Reaching out to grab Jolene’s hand, Margot squeezed and then put a drink in it. Some holiday concoction involving cinnamon and sangria with a sprig of rosemary tucked into it. For her part, Margot sipped an Old-Fashioned and curled her toes as she felt them begin to warm and tingle inside of her loafers. She held up a hand with two fingers and flashed them between her eyes and Nohr’s, signaling ‘I see you.’ in regards to his brooding self and her…handsy vampire. Fucking hell, they were adorable. Whipping out her cell phone, Margot held it up and pulled Aralie close for a quick selfie (one that would end up printed and up on the fridge in the weeks to come.) “I know a song.” she said, seeming as calm and aloof as -c

Margot : possible. “But you’re going to have to say some curse words.” she was sending the picture to Aralie, and then shoved her phone in her pocket, “Mostly just one.” she said with a grin, “C.” she spelled it out, “U. N.T. And yes, it’s a Christmas song.” •••

Aralie : baaaaahahah ]

Ðamoп : had been joined by a pressing ache in his upper jaw. His attention was demanded again as Fabienne made a rather quick exit thanks to Merlyn's touch. Most likely some form of angel relocation. He inwardly shrugged at the thought. Didn't make any difference to him, Fabi being there or not. The glint of the Angel blade was only seen for a fraction of a second before it was gone along with the rabbit come human. Another thing Damon hadn't yet fully decided on; Fabienne's race. >

Ðamoп : Then again, that didn't really make a difference to him either. The vampire turned his green eyes back to Merlyn's face.- "Do I need to take off my shirt or anything?" -It was clear he was eager to move things along, but at the same time he didn't want to rush the Angel. Once she started he imagined there would be some pain for him. Her pain he didn't really care about and so long as she didn't want to go around killing everyone once the curse had been transferred, he >

Ðamoп : was just fine with the whole idea.-

Nohr : olort]

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Mєяlγη : .: //She's going to be cross with my later, I think.// It was true, Muriel couldn't sense Fabienne at all, which was what was making this all the more difficult. //Yes, removing your shirt is needed, i need direct contact.// she told him. Her eyes studying the man closely, in truth, she had no idea what would happen, what could happen. Muriel knew this wouldn't be without consequence, she knew that there could be a price for both of them, she knows that going into this. The reason she was helping? It was simply because he asked. That was classic Muriel, coming to the aid of any who call her. When he removes his shirt, she will set her hand on his tattoo and begin the process. //I'm attempt at breaking it first.// This wasn't something she was confident with, but she was going to try it anyway, before she tried the next step. //When you're ready, I will begin.// she told him. Her eyes were looking into his own, it should be fine right? She knew what she was doing, but that <C>

Mєяlγη : .: didn't mean that things couldn't go sideways. If anything, they could get somewhere. This could get her on someone's radar, especially with how electromagnetic interference tended to happen in her presence, when she actually used her power. | "She better not be pulling a stupid, she better not be." Fabienne padded through the snow, well really she walked on top of the surface due to the nature of her feet. She didn't exactly get a chance to put any shoes on, but at least she had the bag with her. So, she approached Cerulean sins and held her ID up the bouncer. He sort of stared at her, she looked 16, but her actual age was listed on the card and well that may have been a surprise of some sort. Her twin hearts beating out a samba once she was allowed entry. It was flashy, and noisy in here, and there was a ton of people. She made her way through the crowd trying to get to the bar. Her small frame making that harder than it should have been. Standing at only 4'10, <C>

Mєяlγη : .: five foot one if her ears were included. Deep maroon eyes scanning through the crowd, some people squealing and making sounds of surprise, at Fabienne's small frame moving passed them. Apparently, not everyone was ready to see a humanoid rabbit walking about. :.

Ðamoп : -Peeling off layers was quickly done and as Damon exposed his skin it was clear how pale it really was. He had one other tattoo on his near flawless skin, a tiny blue dot on the top of his right bicep (a story for another time). As Merlyn touched her hand to his skin his belly tensed. It wasn't so much that she was about to break a curse he had spent two years trying to do himself, but more that her hand was warm against his cold flesh, a sensation he usually only got from >

Mєяlγη : brb))

Margot : okie doke~]

Ðamoп : his Dragon. He gave a nod as she asked for his consent to begin. Here goes nothing.. It took less than a second for a seed of doubt to grow into a staggeringly large tree in Damon mind as the first tingles were felt, deep within the core of his body. His eyes slipped shut, fangs dropping down to pierce holes either side of his tongue. The freshly spilled blood flooded into his mouth and took his mind off the current happenings, but only for a moment. The tattoo had begun to >

Ðamoп : glow beneath Merlyn's hand, each spiral lighting up one after the other with a burning crimson reminiscent of lava one would find inside a volcanic crator. The edges of the thick lines blurred as Damon's blood spilled further into his mouth. He managed to swallow back a growl, his mouth parting as his eyes opened to reveal those pitch black light swallowing pits. A hand shot out to a near by counter top and without intending to, his fingers crushed right through the surface, >

Mєяlγη : back))

Āıden Aberdene  : wb)

Zach-Willcox : Okay, I'm gonna throw out my penultimate post of the eve, now the plotting is completed for the now. ]]

Zach-Willcox : wibble Merly ]]

Margot : Welcome back~]

Mєяlγη : ty))

Ðamoп : sending shards of wood raining down to the ground. The tattoo blazed brighter with every passing second, almost as if it knew it was being tampered with and as the smell of burning flesh filled the air Damon's snarl of displeasure finally found a voice. It was animalistic in sound and came from somewhere that wasn't his voice box, a supernatural aspect of his race. Despite all this he made no move to stop Merlyn, even as around them the various electrical appliances began to >

Aralie : :: Nohr & Jolene had witnessed the Frakenfurter costume on Aiden’s part – it had been how they all were introduced in fact. Jolene had been dressed as the Black Cat paired with Nohr’s Spiderman. They’d begun conversation with Evangeline & Nadine among Halloween-festive children, ……and then Aiden arrived. Let’s just say, it left an impression – one that now was recalled in a triumphant way on the antique shop worker’s part, for she could count on Aiden to glide into any scenario with whatever necessary pizazz. In this instance, they needed Aiden’s charisma to drag Nohr up to the karaoke stage once Jolene’s own manipulations had been played. They made a good team for mischief, she thought, too cheerily and self-satisfied.  Oh, but the expressions – even *Aiden’s* deadpan was glorious! Nohr, though, *Nohr!* Her sweet, cantankerous Skelton seemed like he had been smacked by the hand of God with every shock and plague a douchebag deity could dump on one person. Nope! He just faced [c]

Aralie : the daunting vim and mirth of Aiden and Jolene! His one hope in the world lay with Margot who…………. Did not save him! Nohr had protested, vehemently. Jolene pouted with hopeful sorrow to ply his mood, and Aiden swept the faltering toxicologist away! When Nohr *did* concede and rise to the occasion like some grim warrior facing his triumphant demise, Jolene grinned with a side glance toward Margot so they could share in the glee of the turning events. She also felt a rise of attraction toward the stubborn Skelton – she saw him cave for *her* - which might be a dangerous realization in her hands for the poor (he loved it) man’s future. His threat from the stage toward Margot & Jolene just magnified that feeling. ‘Bring it on.’ She mouthed back, punctuated with a crimson-bright kiss to the air. “Put on the costumes!” Jolene called to rile other revelers to chant for the same. “Hat! Hat! Hat!” Gained some traction among some other attendees. Which hat? There were several to pick [c]

Ðamoп : explode. Lights shattered above, raining glass down onto the duo and the vampire was now forced to squeeze his eyes closed again. Meryln had taken on a heavily light and it burned into the back of his skull more fiercely than anything he'd known before.-

Ðamoп : heavenly* O.o' }}

Zach-Willcox : :: Zach and his prize practically tumbled through the front door to his new home, locked in a fierce embrace. Nancy her name was, not that it mattered, but he had always found it easier to bend women to his will, or perhaps he was just more willing to do so for the fairer sex. The journey back had past in silence, discounting the sounds of her nibbling his ear and neck, or the soft moans escaping her at the anticipation of what she thought was coming. The door had slammed so hard >

Zach-Willcox : into the wall that, as she pushed the Vampire into his lair, it swung back, shutting itself. Zach' grinned widely at her, he could see the hunger in her eyes, and indeed, she might have seen something similar in his, had she been able. Their lips locked again, as she pushed him back onto an ornate table in the entrance hall, kissing passionately. The house was dimly lit, yellow lights glowing softly from the walls and a rather simple chandelier hanging over head. This one was >

Zach-Willcox : certainly industrious, he thought to himself wryly, playing along as she forcefully dragged his suits jacket down over his shoulders and bit into his neck. His arms wrapped around the small of her back and squeezed her tightly against his torso, forcing a longing groan to escape the poor woman. "Hold up..." Zach' said, to no avail. In a past life, this one would have made a fantastic lover, of that he was certain. Now though? She would make a suitable meal and nothing more. "Hang on>

Mєяlγη : .: On the wall behind them, her wings started to astral project, just a shadow on the wall. Though it was brief, and despite everything that was happening around her she maintained concentration. She could feel the resistance from the curse, it was fighting her. Something coursed through her vessel, the veins under her translucent skin turning black and pulsing faintly, this effect faded after a moment. //It's fighting me, I'm not sure I can break it.// she told him. What kind of magic was this? That coven must have been strong, very strong, the growl from him was indeed heard. Her heart was pounding, the smell of his burning flesh filled her sensitive nose. She huffed slightly, though at this point, once the glass rained down upon them, she started to try and pull the curse in, using the fact that it'd tethered itself to her earlier. Fortunately, the shop's windows hadn't shattered, but she knew this could get noticed. In the back of her mind she thought about Fabienne<C>

Aralie : from. Santa, elf, reindeer, ….Krampus eye mask? More drinks slid on the bar top, four – but only the two women remained. “They won’t mind.” She assured in justifying to push two of the holiday-themed shots toward Margot, and claiming two for herself. They were all on Nohr’s tab. ………….What had Nohr so flagrantly said to Aiden?! She stared with harsher competition set to her fair countenance – Margot had clarified what she’d not caught straightaway. Nohr was going to drop HER panties?! Like hell he’d get to hold her *hand* now let alone anything *more* for being so openly crass (okay, who was she kidding? There was a crazy fire between the two. But it *FELT BETTER* to huff and glower!). While Nohr and Aiden began to situate themselves, the women were together with opportunity to plot and set counter-moves to whatever the guys might maneuver against this play set against them from the onset. [c]

Zach-Willcox : hang on..." he repeated softly, the cool, icy tone of his voice ever present. "...I have something I want to show you, I'm certain you'll like it." That, had the desired effect. She stopped and looked up at him with a wicked smile "Oh really? I have an idea what it is." and with that, she went to work on his belt, though she was quickly rebuffed as he took her wrists and ducked to one side with a laugh "You're wicked.." he offered, backing down the hall way and towards the kitchen. >

Zach-Willcox : He'd flash her a mischievous grin, and beckon her forward. The spacious kitchen, with an island in the centre, was a chefs dream. Modern, highly polished, all mod-cons. It was here he slipped off his glasses and set them on the counter in the centre of the kitchen before making his way to the back left corner of the room where, opposite the back door, was another plain door. He pulled it open to reveal a set of stairs leading down into the basement. "Ohhhh, Mr Grey...I do believe >

Ðamoп : -momentarily wonders if he's reading 50 shades- }}

Mєяlγη : .: but briefly. | It was no easy task getting to where she wanted to be, but at least she eventually did get to where she wanted to be, at the bar. Eventually lifting herself up into the barstool and ordering a glass of Irish Cream and then she paused "Wait, I can't drink." *because pregnant.* "Just a rootbeer." she sighed deeply and when it was given to her, she began to take a sip. :.

Aralie : “Ohh,” Jolene cooed a sound of mild surprise that churned into glad contentment.  Margot had gently squeezed at her hand, in that comfortable way some women did between girlfriends – and placed a holiday drink in her hand now. It had all the aroma of the best parts of the holiday, she felt. “Cheers,” she offered before imbibing through a grin. Selfie set, with genuine mirth lighting them women’s faces, the two set their brainstorming plots into motion. “Oh no, not my saintly mouth!” Jolene lamented at Margot suggesting that the proposed song would see her swearing, laughing with her friend by the end. Her phone buzzed as the picture arrived, but she left it put away for now, knowing what it was. At the name of the song, Jolene stared in surprise. “Well, *that’s* one I haven’t heard before! The prompts – and *you* - have to help me along then!” It was exciting to have Margot join in on the festive plotting – which ultimately just meant they all were having fun and taking [c]

Zach-Willcox : you have been holding out on me?" Zach' let out a few chuckles before leading the way down "You found me out, come on." A few short moment later, he arrived at a large steel door, Nancy cautiously taking the steps in her heels. "Here we are..." he said, his icy tone hiding an undercurrent of malicious intent that went totally missed by the rather tipsy female. With a loud 'creeeeek' the door was pushed open, revealing a dark room inside. Zach' stepped through into complete darkness. >

Aralie : rounds singing. As the two went up to write in their song, Aralie took the lead with the pen, and when Aiden eventually made some sort of charismatic gesture to the audience – and Margot – Jolene slipped the DJ a hidden bill with an extra note written for him concerning their song. They were to follow Aiden and Nohr, so they boys had better bring it, or the women would wreck them – they might anyway. Jolene had little idea what was actually in store for them, however. [d] ::

Zach-Willcox : "Hey, wait for me..." she said, stumbling down the last few steps. She had entered the room "Zach'?" she questioned, peering through the din. "Zach...if this is some sort of joke--" 'SLAM!!' the door had closed resoundingly. As soon as it did, a deep red strip light illuminated the room from the top of the walls, right where the ceiling was. It was a low hung room, completely bare. Nancy stood in the centre having wheeled around at the slam "Zach'...what is this?" she asked, a >

Ðamoп : -The stench in his nose was only one aspect of this little curse removal that drowned his mind. Pain was the next thing, his flesh literally smouldering around the tattoo as it writhed beneath Merlyn's hand. Damon found himself holding a useless breath as his other hand reached out for something else to hold, crushing it the instant it made contact with his fingers. What ever the Angel was doing, it clearly was not working and he voiced his opinion with an angry snarl.- "What >

Zach-Willcox : definite note of panic to her voice now. "I'm afraid I have misled you my dear..." came Zach's sinister reply from the far right corner. She wheeled that way immediately but only caught a glimpse of his silhouette before he had vanished before her very eyes. Then his voice returned, sounding as though it came from all around her, and holding an other-worldly echo that sent chills up the spine "...you are here to provide me with what I need, and I am here to save you." Nancys breath >

Zach-Willcox : was coming fast now, she ran to the door and pushed, nothing, pulled, nothing. "Why are you doing this!?" she screamed to the red lit room and it's shadowy darkness. "Because it is who I am, and it is what you are." was the sobering reply...slowly Nancy was beginning to realise, that this was her end...::

Zach-Willcox : -cracks wrist- ]]

Zach-Willcox : Also, congrats on recognising my pop-culture reference Damon. -light applause- ]

Ðamoп : kind of Angel can't break a fucking curse?!" -Damon wasn't usually this in-your-face-angry but he was hungry and he was fighting a loosing battle with his own nature. Merlyn's change in tactics caused a somewhat different reaction in the vampire. His eyes shot wide, mouth parting and in a blur of motion he set on the Angel. Such was his curse, unfortunately, that when combined with hunger and pain, it took control. Merlyn was only trying to help, but Damon wasn't in anymore.-

Ðamoп : Thanks. I have had the displeasure of reading all three books. }}

Zach-Willcox : -shudders-]]

Ðamoп : They are good reads, but not my cup of tea. >.> I'm a coffee sorta bloke, really. }}

Mєяlγη : if that story took place in a blue collar trailer park, it would have been a criminal minds episode))

Ðamoп : Lmfao }}

Mєяlγη : JS)

Zach-Willcox : -dead-]]

Zach-Willcox : xDDDD]]

Āıden Aberdene  : Oh this promised to be one of the best nights he'd had in a long time. Nohr's pleading went upon deaf ears, as Aiden felt no guilt nearly dragging the grumpy toxicologist up on stage! Nor did he have any shame in growing all the more into the moment by the sudden realization that not only were there hats but there was even a big, fluffy red coat complete with a fucking beard. THIS Was happening, and it was further fueled by his desire to not only enjoy himself in tormenting Nohr and Margot with christmas cheer. But because he really didn't need to miss and opportunity to act like a drunk idiot. So, With his arm around Nohr's shoulder, he grinned and turned his head toward him. Lowering his voice " Tell you what, you handle the words my wordsy friend and I'll handle the accompaniment " He grinned motioning with his head toward the santa outfit and guitar leaning gloriously against speakers and conveniently connected to an amplifier. While it wasn't the classical guitar he felt+

Āıden Aberdene  : entirely comfortable with. It was not unfamiliar, and the song choice provided by the Dj was not unknown to him. Actually it was one of his favorite Christmas ditties, if only because of it's morose humor and clever plays on words. While Aiden was a cunning linguist, he'd never been a poet, nor had he ever really had creative state of mind to come up with things on the fly like he had seen Nohr do. (Mind you, it was usually in the form of crass insults toward other ignorant drunks) ~Here's hoping that Nohr played along~ Because poor Nohr would be left alone on stage for all of two minutes as Aiden gathered up the jacket, hat and that white fluffy beard and disappeared backstage, tossing his shirt, and coat onto the stage, following moments later wearing that santa number with his chest and stomach showing to the whole world. Which had more than a few whoops and cat calls from those around him. Clearing his throat he glanced to Nohr as he picked up the electric and gave it +

Mєяlγη : .: Muriel didn't see the threat, or if she did, she didn't seem to be that concerned with it. She felt some of her grace had been burned away from trying to do this, she was not concerned about that either. The magic and grace she possessed was embued within her, and it would regenerate soon enough, but this also left her weaker than she normally would have been. Still, this didn't mean that she couldn't see him as he moved in a blur and set upon her. This broke the angel's concentration, still, she stood her ground, planting her feet. She handled his strength well enough, should he actually be throwing himself towards her, which in that case they were already an arms length from each other. There was only a cry from the seraph, for a moment she was stunned, by both that and the price of tampering with the curse, either way, she was sure that she was doing something to it, rather that means it becomes warped or some other thing. She knew what her price was, she lost 1/4th <C>

Mєяlγη imbued*)

Mєяlγη : .: of her grace and apparently she was stunned. //What...// Though, she still hadn't removed her hand from him yet. She hadn't even considered what this might have done, for all she knew, she could have warped it so that she becomes the target of whatever that curse does. He said it made him kill things, but she didn't know what that meant :.

Āıden Aberdene  : a few strums to see if it was in tune, then glancing out to the crowd he raised his hand upward waving to everyone before he began to strum a yuletide rock ballad to the tune of Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. Mind you, in a crowd full of woman calling for his attention. Aiden's keen senses were focused on two, and more specifically one who sat beside Aralie, he couldn't make out what they were saying. But inwardly, he was falling off the precipice once again. Seeing Margot, smiling, laughing, and being herself, being the woman he'd come to know and love was better than anything he had done in those long seven hundred and fifty odd years, and it brought him a human like warmth within the cockles of his heart. Which was saying a lot considering his undead state tended to make him rather Grinchy. " This one goes out to Snow White and The Willow Wisp " he pointed to the pair before smirking and turning his focus to the guitar " I'll back you up Grumpy, so make it good " -end-

Margot : -swoon-]

Ðamoп : -Not entirely used to being pushed away when after dinner, the curse that controlled the man had another go at getting what it wanted; the one who tried to destroy it. Just as Damon began to move forward again his body went limp, depositing him unceremoniously onto the ground. Black eyes stared upwards at the ceiling as the mark on his belly contorted once more before fading away to leave a scar in its place. A reminder of what had been there. The vampire was stunned >

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Nohr : .< The heckling looks he was receiving from Jolene & Margot were enough to make the abient squib huff up with such an inimical mood. Still, he pushed forward and nonchalantly flipped both women off as soon as he and Aiden were at the foot of the karaoke stage. Good God, Nohr repudiated this ENTIRE idea [and he knew Jolene caroused every sip of his misery.] But what happened next had the toxicologist wanting to sink right into the floor. The fractious drunkards were being dictated by Jolene’s rallying to stir up a chant for the pair of grown men … and ah, it wasn’t just a REGULAR chant. No, no. It was a chant that snowballed into outright cries for Nohr and Aiden to dress themselves festively. Fuck that noise. This instantly made the doctor’s face scrunch up in dislike – his eyes -c-

Ðamoп : for a moment longer before his eyelids moved, blinking away the inky blackness to reveal those glowing oak green irises. He swallowed, his mind working. It was almost like a huge weight had lifted from his shoulders.. but at the same time a shackle and chain with a large ball on the end had been added to his leg. The thought confused him as he dragged himself up to a sitting position, gaze dropping first to his bare stomach and then moving over to Merlyn. Had it really >

Ðamoп : worked? Was he free? And if so, what of the Angel?-

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Nohr : slanting at Aralie from where he stood upon the stage. He’d deny that he liked this type of attention from her, but in all truthfulness [he relished it; because he liked her flavor.] She opened a world for him that he hardly knew existed since moving into Portree and bitch as he might -- -- wait what, was a Santa coat just put on him? Okay, he was going to kill her. Within moments, that once sassy bravado turned into a grown man groooaning in exasperation. Thank god the microphones weren’t on. However, that ‘pep’ was soon to return upon Aiden whisper into his ear. An idea formed. A horrible, nasty, awful idea formed. He would prevent Christmas from coming – oh, wait. Different story. Right. Grabbing the available Krampus mask, Nohr slipped it on, securing it all around, “Alright, sounds good. I’ll sing along.” -c-

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Mєяlγη : .: Her form bristled, stiffened up while she witnessed what happened next. Muriel's eyes squinting and she tilted her head to one side, watching closely. Her eyes noting the tattoo, what did they do? What happened? Did it work? He was on the ground, noting the black in his eyes as well //Damon?// After a moment he was approaching her, she felt the missing part of her grace, she wasn't sure what was going to happen next but it couldn't be good. She wasn't very close to be human, but missing a quarter of her grace weakened her power a little and she might be susceptible to different things now. Though, the angel was still watching him, wondering what would happen now. If it was possible, she might have felt a little bit of anxiety over the entire thing. There wasn't really anyway to know now was there? //Are you alright?// she was panting, but it was subtle. For a moment or two Muriel took in the state of things and then sighed deeply, well Fabienne was going to be unhappy <C>

Zach-Willcox : :: The sobbing was echoing around the room, a pitiful sound though the Lasombra as he sat, watching from the abyss his Clan had learned to bend to their will. "Please let me go..." said the woman, her voice shaky, defeated, and littered with sobs and deep, heaving breaths. "why would I do that?" was his immediate response, voice as cold as ice, full of contempt. "Because I've done nothing to you!" that made Zach' laugh, though it was an eerie sound, disembodied that closed in on her >

Zach-Willcox : from all sides. "You know nothing, woman. Your kind has done plenty to warrant such treatment, the added bonus that your life will sustain mine is of little consequence to me." with that she gave a loud sob. "So what, you're some kind of Vampire!?" she spat through the tears, a defiant spark of anger in her voice that gave Zach' cause to smirk. "Not some kind, I am everything a Vampire should be, My Dear...everything they will be one day." more sobbing, then a gasp "What was that!?" >

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Zach-Willcox : she screamed, edging away from the wall to her left. There was no response, just a near inaudible chuckle. The darkness around the room shimmered slightly, an odd thing, as though the shadows had become an oil like liquid, yet that shimmer vanished as soon as it had come. "Please, don't, hurt, meeeeeee." she wailed, crying in earnest now. "It will all be over soon." came the haunting voice of the Laombra from everywhere and nowhere all at once. There was another squeal of fright from>

Mєяlγη : .: upset. //I don't understand...// There was a pause when she felt something trickling down her lip, she bleeds red! It didn't appear to have any special appearance to it, other then it was darker than normal human blood. She pulled a kerchief out of her pocket and held it to her face //That's odd.// Referring to the nose bleed, the tendrils of black that coursed her skin earlier must have caused that to happen. //It sapped some of my grace.// She hoped that wouldn't come back to bite her later on. For a moment she just seemed to stand there, her eyes closing. It was a good thing her vessel was dead. She would have hated for Selina to go through that. | Fabienne had no idea what was going on back at the shop, but what she did know, was that apparently people were doing karaoke and they were dressed up? Deep maroon eyes studying them, her ears twitching and listening closely to the sound around her, but mostly she was focused on karaoke people. She had to stand up on her <C>

Nohr : But what would the lyrics be? Traditional? Would he use more modern terms? Well, Nohr was going to play along with Aiden … for now, and he grabbed the microphone. Tuning out the riotous, drunken women – the male clicked his tongue and bobbed his head along to the tempo that Aiden set for him and the crowd. “This song,” he began, “ – is for a couple of special ladies at the bar. Just beyond there.” Twiddling his fingers in a wave toward Jolene and Margot then – Nohr nodded after Aiden acknowledged both women and as soon as he tumbled into the song his voice dipped [surprisingly, he didn’t sound bad], and he began to sing, “Aralie got run over by a reindeer, walkin’ home from her antique shop on Christmas Eve, you may say you don’t believe me~ BUT! As -c-

Mєяlγη : .: stool just to be able to see. It was fine, she had pretty good balance, and if she fell? Well, she was pretty durable. :.

Zach-Willcox : the girl as something stirred in the darkness. Similar to snakes writhing over one another, but lacking the form. "please..." she kept whispering now, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Doubtless panic had turned into something far more debilitating. "please..." Then it lashed forwards, a thin, velvety black tendril of shadow, it latched onto her ankle and coiled tightly around, causing the woman to scream, scream bloody murder. Frantically she reached down, tearing at the >

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Zach-Willcox : the tendril only to pull off wisps that fluttered back into the darkness all around her like torn silk, vanishing back into the shadow while the tendril held tightly. Another shot out from the other side of the room, this one latching to her wrist, another blood curdling scream escaped the woman, but nothing escaped the room...not once he had decided it so. A third, a fourth, fith, sixth. All wrapping around her, arms, legs, torso, neck and finally her mouth. Soon she was pinned down>

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Zach-Willcox : struggling with all her might and getting absolutely nowhere. The shadows rose, holding her aloft and bound. It was like some sinister dance, higher she raised, and then they forced her upright. Zach' could see her eyes, wide with fear, streaked with tears. Muffled cries and pleas fell on deaf, uncaring ears. The Lasombra stepped forwards, emerging from shadow as though removing a cape. The darkness slipped from his head and shoulders, bowing to the floor as he approached the girl >

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ᴾᴿᵁᴱ†ᴸᴱᴱ : Welcome back~]

Mєяlγη : wb((

Mєяlγη : ))

Ŕŷdėŕ : Ty))

Nohr : for me and Aiden, we believe! Now please don’t drink too much spiked eggnog – for there is more to this tale! Cuz on that same eeevenin’ – Margot was headed up on tha’ same road. It was gettin’ pretty late and she didn’t know where to turn but as soon as she looked over that same damn reindeer really hit’er hard! And we found out that Santa can’t drive fer shit! Now you might think I’m not honest – but I profess it’s just a tale, so just sit back and enjoy your evenin’ – because now I’m endin’ to goin’ back to my own personal hell~!” Within seconds after he finished up the song and the strum of Aiden’s guitar reverberated around the bar, Nohr dropped the microphone – his bloodshot eyes homing in on Aralie and Margot the entire time. Afterward, he jumped straight down from the stage and went to get another shot. They were going to need to wheel him out by the end of the evening. Though, he was pretty pleased with himself. Call it a dark holiday twist. >. [e]

Margot : l.m.f.a.o]

Margot : -dead-]

Zach-Willcox : instruments of his will, his first and best weapon against all this world had to offer, and all this world had to be purged of. "You see?" he said softly, his pale skin tinged red from the light, hollow cheeks and dark sockets "There was never any hope, and now...now it is done." There was a loud crunching sound, as with a command formed in his mind, the tendrils binding her constricted rapidly. Her eyes bulged as a loud scream of pain escaped her mouth, but got only as far as the >

Margot : •••Aralie’s riling was easily gleaned by the eager, semi-drunk crowd. Without hesitation, Aiden acquiesced. (Hardly needing encouragement. Margot wouldn’t be surprised if he actually just so happened to have one tucked into his back pocket.) Waiting, and chanting, for Nohr to follow suit, Margot joined in the revelry. “Hat! Hat! Hat!” ah, what an absolute…what was that word Grumpy used? Wench. What a wench! Aralie had no sooner begun the chanting than another set of shots were doled out-- two for the four of them. Well, two of them. Nohr and Aiden were about to do a two-man-tribute to Christmas. Slipping away with both shots, the seer weaved through the crowd, “Be back~” she chirped at Jolene, who no doubt would be happy to have a willing accomplice. As a peace offering, the slender seer put both shots on the -c

Margot : edge of the stage as she passed, again holding up her hand to gesture between her eyes and Nohr’s. Everything was easier with a little liquid courage, yeah? Margot had already had a few shots, and was feeling them. Additionally, she’d an Old Fashioned to finish. And while she might have just taken those two holiday-themed shots before, her eyes flitted up at Aiden with a knowing grin as she set them on the front of the stage before returning to the bar. Her accomplice was nowhere to be seen. Margot’s head swam with visions of several patrons’ evenings. Somewhere, someone was dying. Her features paled. Not yet, but soon. Her stomach turned at the thought of the desperate woman trapped in a…cellar by, god. Margot’s eyes swam in the bright holiday lights, looking for anything other than what she saw in red-- a vicious hunter and his midnight snack. She heard the panic in Nancy’s voice, ‘Zach?’  Beside the bar was a tall trashcan, which Margot promptly leaned over to vomit into it.-c

Margot : The dizzying effect of the visions, paired with the mortifying scene rendered by some poor Nancy’s future turned her stomach. Used to her routine, Margot stood, grabbing a napkin off of the corner of the bar to wipe her mouth. ‘…animal.’ she thought, eyes gaining clarity just in time to watch Aiden emerge onstage wearing the Santa costume, sans shirt. “Oh my fucking god.” she murmured as several others whooped and catcalled, reaching for her drink as Aralie skipped back toward her, having finished bribing the DJ with something poppy and terrible. Fuck. Margot could already see the length of their fair bodies in ridiculous costumes in fleeting imagery playing out vividly. She tipped the drink back and finished it, using it as palette cleanser for mouth-- and mind. She could not stop or prevent anyone else’s death. She couldn’t. It replayed in her mind over and over, an affiriming inner dialogue that kept her from losing her shit-her mantra. It wasn’t the first death she’d seen. -c

Margot : And with macabre resolution she swallowed the rest of her bitter drink, knowing it wouldn’t be the last. So she drank. She was going to need to if Aralie had any chance of getting her into that train-wreck of a costume. With renewed gumption, Margot shoved the imagery down into the dusty catalogs of Death with the rest of ‘em and smiled with false cheer at Jolene. “Where did you go?” she asked, briskly rubbing her own arms to warm herself as the whiskey kicked in. Her eyes flitted to the stage, where her niveous paramour wooed half of the women (and probably some of the men) in the room. His urbane-turned-theatrical comportment was cast more starkly with the tenebrous nature of his tetchy partner in a Krampus mask. Margot laughed, pulled out her phone, and began documenting. With lengthy eyes made at Aiden (how the hell was he even more endearing like this? Ugh, her heart hammered in her chest in fluttering, impulsive waves.) as he goaded Nohr and basked in the limelight, -c

Margot : features flushing with color again as the liquor warmed her bones and shook the visions out of the corners of her thoughts. And, of course, Nohr caved to the night’s merriment once masked and lyrics plotted. Confident, and surprisingly a good singer, the crotchety toxicologist earned a few whoops from those two girls, just beyond there. Laughter ensued. When Margot went to buy another pair of drinks, she was greeted by the strangest hallucination she’d ever had, but it was real. A small, furry rabbit…person. She gazed at Fabienne with disbelief. Standing on the stool Margot had been sitting on was a densely-coated, black rabbit woman with red hair. Maybe she ought to reconsider that next drink.  •••

Zach-Willcox : shadow that had gagged her. He watched as her legs snapped, crumpled and twisted into impossible angles, deep red vitae slipping over his binds and onto the floor. her torso, squeezing so tight it forced organs and splintered bones into one another, there was odd jutting made by the woman, though whether involuntary on her part, or simply the force of his shadows compression, he did not know nor care, finally, from her nose, ears and eyes trickled her life essence, and a few short >

Zach-Willcox : seconds later, she was still, silent, and finally released. Dropping to the floor with a wet thud. ::

Moяιαяτγ : ill likely post as Fabienne with this name. when its my turn to post xD)

Margot : I have to gooooo T.T]

Mєяlγη : aweh.)

Nohr : was nice to RP 😀]

Nohr : i have to go as well t_t]

Margot : It was!]

Ðamoп : -Damon's hunger had not just mysteriously vanished into thin air when he'd gone limp. It was still very much there, but considering it was the transference of the curse that had caused him to attack Merlyn, he didn't feel the need at the current moment. His head swam with questions he knew only time would answer. Would he be able to finally see DJ? What of the other wolves from the New York pack? As he pushed himself up onto his knees, glass crunched beneath his legs >

Ðamoп : Sorry! }}

Zach-Willcox : Woah woah woah. ]]

Moяιαяτγ : this isnt your batman glass?)

Zach-Willcox : Wooooaaaaaahahhhhhhht the fuck are you!? Margot. xD]]

Zach-Willcox : HAH!]]

Versatility : she sees everything )

Versatility : ^_^ )

Nohr : seeer]

Zach-Willcox : Well, this is a predicament xD ]]

Margot : I'm a seer, friend.]

Versatility : and she's not the only one 😉 xD )

Margot : -high fives-]

Versatility : -HIGH FIVES- )

Zach-Willcox : Mmmmmmmhm.]]

Mєяlγη : oh that explains seeing Merlyn's true form))

Margot : -nod-]

Margot : I've seen a lot of shit. -smokes like a WWII vet-]

Zach-Willcox : So she knows the name. ]]

Margot : Sure does.]

Fróðr has joined the conversation.

Margot : First name, anyway.]

Mєяlγη : ollo))

Margot : Welcome~]

Fróðr : -waves-))

Versatility : two faaaaace )

Ðamoп : -scrolls back for the umpteenth time to find a post he was reading- }}

Versatility : sorry, Damon. -shushes- )

Margot : -shooshes for RP-]

Zach-Willcox : Welp, It is only a matter of time until the order deem Zach to be someone that must be eliminated, so i'm expecting a hunt at some point. ]]

Ðamoп : and he took a quick look around the shop.- ".....well shit."  -Merlyn's question finally sank through his fogged brain and he looked back over to her, fangs still glistening in what light there was coming in from the street.-  "I'm ..not sure.." was his reply to her question. He felt different, sure, but how and what had changed were still things he would have to discover.- "I don't have a burning desire to kill you, but then again.." -His gaze had lowered to Merlyn's nose >

Ðamoп : the trickle of dark crimson that lost its fight to gravity.- "You're starting to look more tasty by the moment." -He would have sighed in relief as Merlyn wiped away the blood, but he was too busy picking himself back up off the ground to see the action. The smell of Angel blood was very appealing but Damon figured that it wasn't the best idea to go asking for a taste when she'd just been through as much hell as he had. For a moment he contemplated thanking her with words, >