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[07-18:39] 981, *Zaron 
: * Looks up and down the street, leaning against the payphone. Mutters.* Where the hell is it?
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[07-18:41] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *striding down the sidewalk, she considers going into the Union restaurant. She`d chosen the location of the L.A. officies intentionally; easy access to train, and with quite a few members of the family needing the privacy of individual rooms, the train was spectacularly well-located*
[07-18:41] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (*hugs to harm and cel*)
[07-18:41] 9b9, ºEnvy: (*waves to Celeste and Harmonia*)
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[07-18:43] 981, *Zaron : * Grumbles, having used the last of his change to call the taxi.....and he didn't feel like pulling out a wad of bills in LA..not yet atleast. Gotta get the feel for the place down. Gotta know where it is dangerous to be, and why. Shakes his head and reaches into his pockets. Pulls out a pack of Marbolo special blend 27s and his zippo. Opens the pack, places a cigarette in his mouth, closes the pack, then puts it back in his pocket.*
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[07-18:44] 981, *Zaron : (( Is Zarshreiv coming from the same direction that Zaron decided to walk down?))
[07-18:45] 09c, *Caine Lupas: (*waves back and huggles his girls*Isn't Celesete we just share the same comp now)
[07-18:45] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (Sure thing.)
[07-18:45] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (*licks her Caine* Puhlaaay with me, my dear!)
[07-18:46] 007, *Harmonia 
: ((*Waves and hugs to all* look at my profile))
[07-18:47] 981, *Zaron : * Opens his zippo and lights it. As he lights it, he flinches. He doesn't flinch that but it's noticible. Lights his cigarette.*
[07-18:48] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she spots Zaron, mostly because it`s so obvious he`s not from here. She stops, because her sense of courtesey demands it of her. A whole Code of Honor deal* You look lost. Is there anyway I can help you?
[07-18:48] 981, *Zaron : * Opens his zippo and lights it. As he lights it, he flinches. He doesn't flinch that much, but it's noticible. Lights his cigarette.*
[07-18:48] 09c, *Caine Lupas: (*gins evily*Now how is it ye wish for me to play with ye Cec?)
[07-18:49] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (snazzy! wow, i wish I could do that! it`s really nice! and yes, that``d be nice. she doesn`t get used anymore.)
[07-18:50] 007, *Harmonia : ((I can tell ya how to add pic to your thing if you want))
[07-18:50] 007, *Harmonia : ((*pokes Caine* No rping with me? *pouts*))
[07-18:51] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Harmonia.
[07-18:51] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (*pushes caine into harmonia* go play with her, dear.)
[07-18:51] 981, *Zaron : * Looks at Zarshreiv.* Yeah, yeah, you might be able to help me. Do you know how long it takes for a cab to actually pick someone up? Cause I called for one over half an hour ago and I'm still waiting. * If he sounds rude, doesn't mean to.*
[07-18:53] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *this is L.A., rudeness comes with the territory, and she has a thick skin* You can`t trust cabs around here, or the metro. Your best bet is a bus or a car. I happen to have one, if you need a ride. *her smile is friendly, but she is being reserved. She doesn`t trust much of anyone that isn`t Family*
[07-18:53] 09c, *Caine Lupas: Har me lass I can play with ye as well. I'm down for a threesome. And lovein' the profile babe)
[07-18:54] 981, *Zaron : Yeah, I need one. I also need to find the nearest motel. Just got in, need a place to set.
[07-18:54] 007, *Harmonia : ((*laughs* Thanks))
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[07-18:56] 09c, *Caine Lupas: (OKay so... what's going on an where is everyone at*adds the () thingys to his last post*)
[07-18:56] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : Motel or hotel? How much do you like not sleeping with roaches? *she motions him back towards the train station. The lot where she parks is a block past it. She extends her hand in greeting* My name is Zarshreiy Kushiel. Yours?
[07-18:56] 981, *Zaron : ((* Few blocks down from Union Station, leaning against a payphone.*))
[07-18:56] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay: (I`m where you two end up.)
[07-18:57] 007, *Harmonia : ((where else would I be?))
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[07-18:58] 981, *Zaron : * Takes her hand in his gloved hand, and leans down to kiss it. At the last moment, he stops, remembering about his condition. Stands up stright.* And I am Zaron. I don't mind sleeping with roaches, so long as the roaches, or the roaches' owner don't ask questions.
[07-18:58] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : *she lingers in the bar, actually at the bar for once. She has been travelling, to discover the true extent of her madness and how to tame it ... or, rather, how it will tame her. She looks more refreshed than she has since the Embrace; cleanly dressed, hair smooth, eyes bright. It`s clear she still isn`t in the habit of feeding regularly, however, by the particularly pale cast to her skin*
[07-18:58] 981, *Zaron : Motel or hotel doesn't matter to me though, what matters is my privacy.
[07-18:59] 007, *Harmonia : *Will see Cecile and smile at her* Hey, what can I get ya?
[07-18:59] 981, *Zaron : * By the by, if she is walking, he is following her.*
[07-19:00] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : Then the worse the place, the better off you are. Come on. I know a hole in the wall not far from here. *she smiles as he leans over her hand; what an antiquated and forgotten gesture. How nice to see* This way.
[07-19:00] 09c, *Caine Lupas: (okay okay I know that was a question I shouldn't of bothered asking Har......WTF happen to yuir colour Cec that's not what I'm used to seeing acck change it puhhlease*shades his eyes*
[07-19:01] 981, *Zaron : Very well
[07-19:02] 981, *Zaron : Lead the way
[07-19:02] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (It`s being used by me playing Zarshreiy. *eyes* That better?)
[07-19:02] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (It`s being used by me playing Zarshreiy. *eyes* That better?)
[07-19:03] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : *she smiles at Harmonia and shakes her head. Her voice is soft, and she keeps her green eyes from staying on the girl too long; they are deep, swirling pools of her Malkavian heritage* No, thank you. I`m just hoping to run into a friend.
[07-19:04] 007, *Harmonia : *She smiles at her and nods* Well we have a lot of people come in here, so I would not be suprised if ya ran into him. So what's your name?
[07-19:04] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *once at the car, which is a Mercedes twenty years old, she makes sure to open his door and the trunk for him, sliding in to start the engine as he loads his things and himself*
[07-19:05] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Cecile. *if Harmonia knows of the Bush, the name might mean something. If not, then she`s just another customer. She offers her hand to shake* I`ve always loved this place. You`ve done well for yourself. What`s your name?
[07-19:06] 981, *Zaron : * And as stated, he puts his duffle bag into the trunk, closes it, then with cat like grace slides into his seat. He fastens his seat belt and looks at her.* Nice ride
[07-19:07] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *makeing his grand entrance he steps from the abyss into the BtD making it look like he just walked throught the wall for whatever mortals be in the room,knowing that they are used to seeing "magic tricks" in this city,he's dressed in a Blade type of way except he has his own studded leather trench on*G'eveing lassieshow are ye to night?(No it's not but it's yuir choice)
[07-19:07] 007, *Harmonia : *Takes her hand and shakes it* Mine's Harmonia. Cecile, Burning Bush if I remember correctly. Thank you by the way. I'm very pleased when I hear that my customers like the atmosphere here. *looks to see Caine and smiles* Good and you Caine?
[07-19:09] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : Old, but I`m stuck in my ways. I`d much rather walk, but the streets are no place for me, even as I am. *she smiles and starts off. A few minutes later there at a seedy Motel in downtown L.A., nestled in dark alley off of Sunset* This is the worst place I know. They only take cash, and don`t ask questions. No room service, you keep your room up yourself.
[07-19:10] 09c, *Caine Lupas: Seen better centuries*slips on to a stool next to Cecile*An' how are ye Cecile?
[07-19:10] 981, *Zaron : * Nods* Good, good. You pay, they keep silent. That's excactly what I need for right now until I settle down in this city
[07-19:11] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (*raspberries*) ..*she smiles at Harmonia and nods* Not mine anymore, but the Bush is in good hands. *she turns to smile at Caine, leaning to catch him up in a hug* I`m better. As beter as I`ll ever be, as we`ll ever be. And you?
[07-19:11] 981, *Zaron : (( I gtg. My fever is getting to me and I feel like I am gonna pass out))
[07-19:11] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: (*lurks*)
[07-19:12] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (All right! Feel better and rest.)
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[07-19:12] 981, *Zaron : ((Thanks))
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[07-19:12] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (thre, that better, cainey-poo?)
[07-19:14] 007, *Harmonia : ((have to go. Be back later))
[07-19:16] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (test)
[07-19:16] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (Bye, harm! *hugs*)
[07-19:17] 09c, *Caine Lupas: I think I'm slipping into my own sort of madness*to Har*double voka twist of blood please.(Yes it is thanky cec babe*just happen to drag Saven IC* Unless yuir Moth i think rp is manditory,bye babe)
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[07-19:18] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: (no IC *whimper, and hides*)
[07-19:19] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : How so? *if there`s anyone who can undersand, it`s her. She crosses her legs and watches him intently; eyes swirl black and green, black and green, like the brightness of spring and rot of death*
[07-19:24] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *sighs*Well, I canna seem to find Nicola anywhere,I hope she dinna get devoured by the abyss.I my self feel the shift within all the clans,and it disturbs me deeply,I wish I knew what wasgoing on.
[07-19:27] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : It is a curious phenom, isn`t it? Chances are she`s dead, m`dear, or gotten kidnapped. She`s a lovely girl. As for the shift ... the twist, the burning ... that I don`t know. I know, and yet I don`t. *she shrugs and dips her finger in his vodka and blood, sucking it into her mouth with a swirl of her tongue. She cringes but nods* That however, is a delightful drink.
[07-19:39] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (*hits caine on the head* are you busy again?)
[07-19:40] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: (looks like Caines aim is off.... maybe got booted?)
[07-19:41] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (*sigh* Probably.)
[07-19:43] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: (*pat pat*)
[07-19:51] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: you wanna play another character until caine comes back or whatever?)
[07-19:53] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (okay. you choose!)
[07-19:59] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (maybe once you read the board!)
[07-20:00] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: okay!)
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[07-20:07] aa7, ELmster: ((**peeks**))
[07-20:08] aa7, ELmster: **lurks**
[07-20:08] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (Evening, Elm! *is Luc* How`s it going?)
[07-20:10] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: (*feels left out now*)
[07-20:12] 9b9, ºEnvy: *hugs Saven*
[07-20:12] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: (*little purr*)
[07-20:12] aa7, ELmster: ((No shite.. I read the Im.. heh.. I be good...))
[07-20:14] 9b9, ºEnvy: Hey, guys. Luc hadda go. the munchkin is up.
[07-20:14] aa7, ELmster: ((ahhh.. k then..))
[07-20:15] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: (*huddles by envy*)
[07-20:15] 9b9, ºEnvy: *pats her purrin' kitty* well, Elmie welcome to our room! I'm glad you finally made your way here *is Lillie from the VK, btw*
[07-20:16] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: (*cuddle*)
[07-20:17] 9b9, ºEnvy: oh my GOD! this paper... this paper wants me dead. I just know it.
[07-20:18] aa7, ELmster: ((I can tell.. I heard about it from Luc... its.. nice... heh...))
[07-20:19] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: no! you will not die! *gets paddles ready*
[07-20:19] aa7, ELmster: ((Btw... I stil need to be reggied.... if yeah could...))
[07-20:19] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Heard what from me?
[07-20:19] 9b9, ºEnvy: oh just let me die. then I wouldn't have to write the bastard
[07-20:20] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : *whips the paper* Bad!! Bad paper!
[07-20:21] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Oh, heard about LA from me. Duh. *hits head*
[07-20:21] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: but you're to damned cute to die babe!
[07-20:22] aa7, ELmster: lol.. I love when people answer there own questions.. saves me time in the long run...
[07-20:23] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : It is convienient, isn`t it?
[07-20:23] aa7, ELmster: What do yeah need to write about lil?
[07-20:23] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Elm, go read the new thread on the board.
[07-20:24] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : *Shamelessly promotes herself and her brilliant idea*
[07-20:25] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: *premotes you also*
[07-20:27] aa7, ELmster: i see... i would play someone.. but I already play in 4 differnt rooms with about 8 differnt chars..
[07-20:28] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: *has 73 chars in three rooms and email threads... sighs*
[07-20:29] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : We`re all busy people. *laughs* I have about eight in here alone! Actually ... ten, now.
[07-20:29] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: ^_^
[07-20:30] aa7, ELmster: lol... so when can I reggie?
[07-20:30] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : It`s done. Your new password is defpass, I`m sure you know how to change it.
[07-20:33] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: (*sigh*)
[07-20:33] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: *wants to play saven with someone .... eyes*
[07-20:34] aa7, Street Urchin: yup
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[07-20:35] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : *wants to play Luc*
[07-20:35] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : *watches squirrels ..*
[07-20:35] aa7, Street Urchin: bbl.. sis needs comp
[07-20:36] aca, ºmoth: *Peeks.*
[07-20:37] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: *would be dead then*
[07-20:38] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : *tackles moth, hugs* Please play with me! And what details do you need on Brigham and Stephanor?
[07-20:38] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Who`d you like me to play, Lish baby?
[07-20:38] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : *brilliant idea!* Jason, Lucy, and Juden.
[07-20:39] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: Jasons dead hun
[07-20:40] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : *Stares*
[07-20:40] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Whatt?
[07-20:40] aca, ºJuden Sores 
: (*..hides the stolen fangs.*)
[07-20:40] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: Juden killed him.. or it was agreed he died
[07-20:40] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: *glares at moth*
[07-20:41] aca, ºJuden Sores : (*..doubts he would have actually died if you would have fought.*)
[07-20:41] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Oh. So no need for Lucy anymore ... *sigh*
[07-20:42] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: well I do have a character that was possessed by Jasons spirit but he needs tweaking before play
[07-20:42] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: I'm not good at fighting moth
[07-20:45] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : *watches Amytiville toaster*
[07-20:46] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: *loves it.. * yum yum yum.. human hand!
[07-20:47] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Can we decide if we`re playing yet?
[07-20:47] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: ermm.. who you gonna play love?
[07-20:48] aca, ºJuden Sores : I can play, but you'll have to give me about half an hour before I can start.
[07-20:49] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Whomever. I thought about playing Zarshreiy. Just need to find this picture for her.
[07-20:49] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : You feel like waiting, Lish, or do you want to start with me and Moth can butt in?
[07-20:50] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: ermm doesn't matter ^_^
[07-20:50] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Give me a few to get this picture.
[07-20:51] NICK: Cecile DeMornay changed nick to Zarshreiy Kushiel.
[07-20:52] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : Would you like me to start?
[07-20:52] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: sure...
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[07-20:57] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *having deposited Zaron at his shitty motel, she reparks her car near Union Station and heads out for a walk. Thinking she might find her way to the Before the Dawn bar; at least that place is usually quiet and serves her kind of beverage. The bartender is a nice young lady, when she`s in*
[07-20:58] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: *And Savens prowling, but she doesn't like most of the men here, so shes out of luck, and decides like most of her times to go and drink, might as well..*
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[07-20:59] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (You`re back! I`ll get Cec in here shortly.)
[07-21:00] 09c, *Celeste McCoh : (*grumbles and groans* Sorry Cec babe I got booted an' hAD A hEL OF A TIME RE-BOOTING)
[07-21:00] JOIN: Cecile DeMornay has entered.
[07-21:00] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay: (That`s fine. NEed me to repost?)
[07-21:01] 09c, *Celeste McCoh : (ack *runs to get out of roomies skin*)
[07-21:02] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she sits at the bar, smiling at whoever`s behind the bar* A straight blood, please, thank you. *she pushes red hair back over her shoulders and studies her surroundings intently. Though she knows the bar inside and out, she enjoys keeping her memory sharp. Afterall, as the Matria of her family, it`s necessary*
[07-21:03] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay: It is a curious phenom, isn`t it? Chances are she`s dead, m`dear, or gotten kidnapped. She`s a lovely girl. As for the shift ... the twist, the burning ... that I don`t know. I know, and yet I don`t. *she shrugs and dips her finger in his vodka and blood, sucking it into her mouth with a swirl of her tongue. She cringes but nods* That however, is a delightful drink.
[07-21:04] 09c, *Caine Lupas : (*slips into his skin*Ahh that's better. Yes love please do. :p)
[07-21:05] 9b9, ºEnvy: ((i'm back from the blessed Bell, everyone))
[07-21:05] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay: (*loves her envy* wb, hope it was good!)
[07-21:07] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: (yay!!! did you bring some for me?!) *She herself goes to the BtD and sits at the bar close to the woman, ordering a vodka laced, then flicks her long tresses from her pale face.*
[07-21:08] 09c, *Caine Lupas : *sighs and hugs his Envy girl*Well if she has met Final death then I hope her soul has found peace. As fas as the shift goes I think it has something to do with those older clans being discovered,ye know something about all the others being just bloodlines.
[07-21:11] 09c, *Caine Lupas : I know it's a good drink, I usually make it me self*downs half of it*
[07-21:12] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she eyes Saven quietly; sensing she is one of her own kind. She offers a smile, her eye teeth carefully hidden in the practiced pull of her lips* Evening.
[07-21:13] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: *Her onyx eyes turn to the woman, her own smile closed, and she nods.* evening..* her accent new orleans cajun.*
[07-21:14] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : *she nods quietly, watching him, learning him in her own way* Mmm ... there have been rumors and murmurs and ripples on the weavery, but we are largely ... uniterested? I suppose that`s the best word for it. *she dips her finger again, and sucks it clean, eyes never leaving him*
[07-21:17] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : You`re very young, hm? Haven`t been undead long, have you? *she`s blunt, but her voice is low and confidential* You look young.
[07-21:21] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: *she laughs low, biting her lip, one fang snagle toothed out.* oh no, I'm old....* and when one looks in her eyes you could see almost how many centuries shes been around, her drink arrives a pretty red, and she taes a sip, licking her full lips.*
[07-21:21] 09c, *Caine Lupas : Ye maybe uninterested but if all the other Clans are just bloodlines then that includes yuir clan as weel
[07-21:25] 09c, *Caine Lupas : In fact it's starting to rumor the yuirs as well as mine have come out of nowhere.
[07-21:27] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she laughs* Young to me, child, young to me. I have so many years ... but it hardly matters. *she takes a decent pull of her own beverage, eyeing her*
[07-21:29] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Come from know where is something I won`t ever accept. *she leans forward, tapping her temple emphatically* He talks to me, Malkav. He`s here. Always. Sends me dreams, he tells me what is going to be, and what has been. Who cares where we came from? Does it matter, honestly? We are undead, and we exist. The pultry trappings of a loose-knit society of our kind don`t interest me.
[07-21:29] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: *she smirks, hell just because she had cajun accent didn't mean she didn't look cherokee as she so very clearly did.* mm..* she says, licking her full lips every now and then.*
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[07-21:36] dc5, *Elmster: ((... mhmmm..))
[07-21:37] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (if caine doesn`t post soon, elm, i`ll hop in with luc.)
[07-21:37] 09c, *Caine Lupas : (*curses the pumkin colour*)Aye I'll have to agree with ye on that, the polotics are nothing to me. But when it affects me an' those I hold close ,it tends to be bothersome.
[07-21:38] 09c, *Caine Lupas : (*sorry the gf is calling for me brb)
[07-21:38] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: ha ha )
[07-21:39] dc5, *Elmster: ((its ok.. I still hopin...))
[07-21:39] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (*is so busy* god dammit ...)
[07-21:40] dc5, *Elmster: **he awakes slowly, kissing Luc on her cheek before he slides out into the streets. His eyes glance about the surroundings, still not yet use to the new area.**Hmm...
[07-21:42] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: (*thinks she'll let manda play with the two boys... ^^*)
[07-21:42] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (*hates herself*)
[07-21:43] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: (*won't let you*)
[07-21:43] dc5, *Elmster: ((nawww. the more the marrier... I could bring in someone else.))
[07-21:43] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : ((anyone getting a thing from me via e-mail from SMC.ac for your phone, and invitation, delete it right away. it's a total scam and it got into my address book*)
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[07-21:44] a25, *Cookie Monster: ((*waves to all*))
[07-21:44] 8a3, *Saven Rahyn: *did delete it*)
[07-21:45] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (*did too*)
[07-21:45] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *is going to take Zar out until Moth shows up*)
[07-21:45] EXIT: Zarshreiy Kushiel has left the chat ( 7:45pm, December 07 (CST) ).
[07-21:46] dc5, *Elmster: **waits for luc then...**
[07-21:46] a25, *Jihan Aloula : *one of the NPC girls heads into the dressing room of the Bush looking about for Marley*
[07-21:47] JOIN: Lucreccia has entered.
[07-21:48] dc5, *Elmster: ((is Jihan Saige??))
[07-21:48] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *isn't there yet of course. She's late, as usual. A good hour this time.* (no, I am, but the ho ripped off my name for this chat! *shakes a fist*)
[07-21:49] a25, *Jihan Aloula : ((That would be her stage name, yes.))
[07-21:49] 09c, *Caine Lupas : (Ish back.....*growls an' grumbles*will as soon as I check me mail.)
[07-21:49] dc5, *Elmster: ((dam.. was hoping... meah))
[07-21:50] a25, *Jihan Aloula : ((*gives kisses to Envy* You said you were flattered))
[07-21:50] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : (*plays Saige somewhere else.*)
[07-21:51] 1e8, ºLucreccia: *she rises again; groggily. She spent most of the day out with Gerald and an Elder, and has had only a few hours of sleep. While that normally wouldn`t bother her, she worked her ass of during the day, and she`s wiped. Rising, she dresses and heads downstairs. Once outside, she spots Elmster not far down the street, smiling to see him* Evening, darling.
[07-21:52] 09c, *Caine Lupas : (*is all lost an' confused*I forgot where I was going with that convo Cec.)
[07-21:52] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *slithers in, her sunglasses on even though it's night. You'd think she owned the place. She should, rightfully, since she's been here the longest*
[07-21:52] a25, *Jihan Aloula : ((Jihan's stage name is Saige, which was litterary allusion to Envy's Saige)) *the girl sighs. Fuck if that bitch can't dance, but she realy doesn't deserve to be payed so much and be such a bitch for how little she actualy DOES work*
[07-21:53] dc5, *Elmster : **he turns, smiling back**Ahh... I tried not to wake you... I noticed you hadn't been there most of the day....
[07-21:53] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (I dunno either! Wanna have them get freaky? *laughs*)
[07-21:53] a25, *Jihan Aloula : *the NPC girl looks over to the late arival* Hey, Marley. Boss wants you in her office.
[07-21:54] dc5, *Elmster : ((ahh.. ... elm might be confused if he evers meets her... on stage... things werent great between him and Saige if I remember right... so .. yeah))
[07-21:54] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *brings in the cash, so to hell with it!* Yeah, I'm sure she does. *said flatly. It's obvious she's going to take her time getting there*
[07-21:55] JOIN: Elmster has entered.
[07-21:56] dc5, *Elmster: ((that was... odd.... I clicked on the IM thing and I got the boot...))
[07-21:56] 1e8, ºLucreccia: No, I had work to do. Some research, for a strange case of spirit-enduced amnesia in a fellow wolf. *she shrugs, leaning to kiss him lightly on the side of the mouth*
[07-21:56] a25, *Jihan Aloula : ((saige looks nothing like Jihan... although Marley would be the spitting image of her...)) Yeah... well she seemed like it was important. *figures the second encouragement of haste was more than enough for the bitch and goes off to her own dressing spot*
[07-21:56] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : ((no, they really didn't get along well at all, but she doesn't really get along now anyways. *made marley actually as a just as good/better version for here*))
[07-21:56] 09c, *Caine Lupas : *finishes his drink loseing his train of thought*So how have you been Cecile?
[07-21:58] JOIN: Garrett Galloway has entered.
[07-21:58] dc5, *Elmster: hmmm... so you slip out in the day so I cant fallow you.... thats not fair**he smiles, showing he is only joking and kisses her back**
[07-21:59] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Well enough. Alone ... my Sire has vanished. Which is nothing surprising at all. *she shrugs and leans over the bar to steal a bottle of water from the cooler just past eye sight. She`s been behind that bar before* And you, besides being bothered by this stange happenings of our kind and the loss of your pupil? No one else trying to kill you, I hope.
[07-22:00] 1e8, ºLucreccia: *she laughs and winks* Well, of course that`s my plan, dear! *she takes his hand and waves to the vast expanse of city* Is there anything in particular you`d like to see?
[07-22:01] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : I'm sure it is. *and she takes her time getting dressed. Lighting a cigarette and holding it in her mouth as she leisurely pulls on her knee high vinyl boots. When she's got her make up on and good and ready, she heads upstairs, probably about 20 minutes later, cigarette dangling out of her mouth. She opens the door to the office without knocking* What?
[07-22:02] dc5, *Elmster: WEll.. speaking cause the only things I have seen in the City is That Bar and the park.. I guess really anything else will do
[07-22:03] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : (*post for chain*)
[07-22:03] 1e8, ºLucreccia: *she considers* We could go to the beach? I know a great spot, though it`s about fourty-five minutes from here. *her eyes glint mischeviously* We could race there!
[07-22:04] a25, *Jihan Aloula : *Jihan swivels in her chair to look at Marley and smirks. Jihan just can't help but love the complete bitch that Marley is.* There you are. Took you long enough. Come in. *pats her lap* Have a seat. *doesn't realy expect the woman to climb into her lap, but its the indignity that matters*
[07-22:04] dc5, *Elmster: .. you will loose...**he looks about, spoting the park**How about we start there...
[07-22:05] 09c, *Caine Lupas : As far as I know no one is trying to kill me. There has been a few things going on at the club the Jihan inna 'appy about.Celeste stabbed someone that happened to be at the club looking for a target I guess,she ran into them later an' it got ugly.I'm tring to find outwhat the fuck is going on an' who's after who cuz Jihan asked me to.It's just getting out of hand.
[07-22:05] 9b9, ºLucien: *squirreling around the city all night, he's currently laughing and... giddy on his little perch, piggy back on Garrett's back. His longish hair is just flying around everyhere in his nice face as he clings to the other fellow's shoulders*
[07-22:05] 1e8, ºLucreccia: You think so? I doubt it. *she giggles; she`s a Silent Strider, built for speed, made for running. And she has that handy little gift of Umbral transportation, or even moon bridging, should she need such a show. But she lets him gloat* The park is a fine place to start.
[07-22:06] JOIN: Elmster has entered.
[07-22:07] dc5, *Elmster: **he laughs, having learned a few things from the gangrel while he was away. He might not be a fast runner. But in the earth, he can travel as she would in the umbra**Aye.. just let me put away my coat.. so it wont slow me down**he runs upstairs, returning his coat, then comes back to the park and waits to start**
[07-22:08] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *she sits in the chair, of course, putting her feet up on Jihan's desk* What do you want? I'm a busy woman.
[07-22:09] d8f, *Garrett Galloway: *And he himself is laughing, he hadn't had so much fun in a hell of a long time.. he currently is quite near the park, almost in it as they go, his pink and black hair waving about*
[07-22:09] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : (*glares at the non icon users* all of moth's hard work going to waste)
[07-22:09] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : Does it involve you, this scuff between Celeste and the unkown victim? It doesn`t sound like it. Look at who you are! Why are you listening to her? You work there for money, but why should her dominance over you extend outside of the club? This, I do not understand. *Cec shakes her head and twirls the bottle of water in her hands, this way and that, green eyes still intent upon him* So she`s not human, so what? She hasn`t risen a hand against you, and you could vanish from her senses if you wanted to.
[07-22:10] MSG: Caine Lupas sent a message to Cecile Demornay.
[07-22:10] 9b9, ºLucien: *releases a hand to point to the park* Let's go over there *then he turns his head to give Garrett's ear a bite*
[07-22:12] d8f, *Garrett Galloway 
: *He nods, giving a little playful growl as he trots, easily with the boy on his back, just a tad distracted by his ear biting.*
[07-22:12] 1e8, ºLucreccia : Okay ... One ... Two ... *and poof! She`s gone, into the Umbra with hardly a movement of her body ... and just as quickly, she`s standing next to him again. Staring. At Lucien, riding on the back of a another werewolf* Fuck! *she curses* This is just great ...
[07-22:12] a25, *Jihan Aloula : I have been thinking. You've got a chip on your shoulder... probably because Cecile gave me the club. Well tough shit. Truth is I can do more with it than even Cecile if I have enough time and you would have sunk it to the ground. And considering how much money this place makes without even trying thats saying something.
[07-22:13] dc5, *Elmster: **he archs a brow, was ready to go, but he turns, fallowing her view**What is wrong?
[07-22:13] 9b9, ºLucien: *when they get to some grass, so very rare in LA, Lucien pools all of his measly weight to one side, trying to make Garrett fall over. He hasn't seen Luccrecia yet*
[07-22:14] dc5, *Elmster : ((puts icon there for lillies sake
[07-22:14] 09c, *Caine Lupas : Nein, it doesn't, but in does invole some one at the club an' I do work at the club keeping it's employees safe.
[07-22:15] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *and he does fall over, he feels and smell a were, but he doesn't remember her smell, and with this doll he doesn't care, he falls over but the boy ends up ontop of him*
[07-22:16] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : money that it makes *pulls a roll of $100's from somewhere in her bodice, totaling $2500, which means that Marley much have made much more than that, since the highest total rate is only around $1500. She tosses the roll on the desk* because of me. I'll take shit the other girls won't.
[07-22:16] 1e8, ºLucreccia : Does he have to flaunt it? *she shakes her head, and points to Lucien and Garrett, just a few yards from them* That`s my son. And ... his lover. I believe. Christ. *she doesn`t even care if Lucien and this wolf find her with Elmster, it`s not their concern* He doesn`t even seem like my child.
[07-22:17] aca, ºJuden Sores : *..slides back in.*
[07-22:17] aca, ºmoth: *..slides back in.*
[07-22:18] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay : (K, I`m going to be mean and end this game with you, Caine! I have to grasp the moment and take advantage of Moth! *flits off to get Zar*)
[07-22:18] EXIT: Cecile DeMornay has left the chat ( 8:18pm, December 07 (CST) ).
[07-22:18] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : (you'll have to do it without me Zar babe!)
[07-22:18] JOIN: Zarshreiy Kushiel has entered.
[07-22:19] MSG: moth sent a message to Lucreccia.
[07-22:19] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (*slathers the love on caine, molests him*)
[07-22:19] dc5, *Elmster : Your child??**he looks over to her, arching a brow. He has never heard of him or anything with a child**
[07-22:20] 09c, *Caine Lupas : (It's okay babe my brain feels like it just shut down but donna foget that MSG I snet ye ok*poofs off to lurky land*)
[07-22:20] 1e8, ºLucreccia : /moth I`m on, where are you?
[07-22:20] 1e8, ºLucreccia : Bleh!
[07-22:20] a25, *Jihan Aloula : What most of the girls won't anyway. You're a hell of a dancer and you don't limit yourself to anything resembling morals Marley. Thats why I love you so much to put up with your shit.
[07-22:21] 9b9, ºLucien: *wouldn't care, since he's so uninterested in her world. he hardly knows her, for peets sake! But he does flaunt it, not even thinking about how they can get shot or beat up at any time. He sits on Garret's stomach, then leans over to press his full lips to the pink haired boy he's perched on*
[07-22:21] aca, ºmoth: *..was actually just playing MGS3, which explains his absence.*
[07-22:22] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : Then why am I here? *so quickly losing her patience*
[07-22:22] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *He smirks, his hands on the boys ass as he gets kissed, returning it unashamedly and with passion.*
[07-22:22] 1e8, ºLucreccia : It was a long time ago ... Lucien Belveaux! Are you trying to get yourself murdered? *her voice seeths with anger at his stupidity, and it`s quietness echoes against the walls with her power*
[07-22:24] a25, *Jihan Aloula : Because I want to make it clear how much I appreciate you. In terms even you can understand. *she pulls the droor to her desk open and pulls out a small mirror. On it are two medium sized lines of white stuff. Jihan sets it on the table*
[07-22:26] 9b9, ºLucien: *his head shoots up when he hears that voice, then it lowers again.* Is she everywhere I go? 18 years and nothing... then suddenly... *he murmers, then he looks back up and over to her with her own, beautiful green eyes* No! Just... talking about music! *it worked last time*
[07-22:27] dc5, *Elmster : hmm... I guess**has had others in the part.. but never had a child..tough there is a ritual to. His body feels a bit colder now, an old feeling of jelousy inside him. SOmeting he isnt use to**
[07-22:27] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *she looks at it, but then narrows her eyes and looks back up* Bullshit. What do you want?
[07-22:27] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *He about bolts right there, but a pretty boy is on him, oh and yay he knows the boys age now... he can't help but snicker over the latter part of what the boy said, as he tilts his head to try to see the woman*
[07-22:29] a25, *Jihan Aloula : What I allready have. You're ass is mine Marley. But I like you enough to let you enjoy being mine. *she slides the mirror and its contents over to Marley*
[07-22:29] 1e8, ºLucreccia : Music my god damned ass! I swear to Gaia, you must be stupid! Look at you! Some gay basher will be out here shooting you and beating you with a bat if you`re not careful! *oh, what`s this? Has she made herself more informed? Yes, she went and did research on what the gay lifestyle is like and what he might be in danger of. Temporarily forgetting Elmster, she goes over to the two of them. She glares at Garrett* And you ... you Garou! Doing this! This is outrageous!
[07-22:31] dc5, *Elmster : **he sighs and slinks to a close bench and sits, crossing one leg over another. He thinks to himself, which isnt always the best thing for a tremere in his position.**
[07-22:32] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *drops her feet and leans forward.* I pay you, therefore, I think your ass needs me a little more than you think. *she leans over the mirror... it breaks her nonexistent heart to do it, but she must.... she takes a deep breath and blows hard, sending powder everywhere*
[07-22:33] 9b9, ºLucien: It'll be worth it *but he's not looking at her, he's leaning back, still sitting on Garrett, to look at Elmster* Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?
[07-22:33] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : **he seems like a dog on its belly but hell no other way, he gets lucien off and stands, he'd seen the vampire but didn't comment.* Me a Garou doing what ... ma'am.. * the last a little sarcastic*
[07-22:34] 09c, *Caine Lupas : (*looks on in wonderas the room starts to take on a WoD atmosphere and moleste all his girls licking eack one in the eye as he tries to reboot his brain*)
[07-22:36] a25, *Jihan Aloula : *blinks. Jihan didn't expect that at all. She sits there shocked for several seconds... and then begins to laugh* Camel shit Marley! You give me realy good profits, but I don't need you. I keep you because I like having a snooty little bitch like you on my leash. So fuck your shit and try and sniff up your present from my desk.
[07-22:38] 1e8, ºLucreccia : *kicking in her Intimidation gift, which is not usually needed for her height, her stature, her sheer presence, she looms over Garrett, a growl to her voice* The next time you neglect to show respect for your Elder, I`ll make sure you have no tongue left to be disrespectful with. *She turns to Lucien; it`s very clear she`s done with him for the night* You get yourself killed, your ghost better come back and explain all of this to your grandmother! *and she turns violently, stalking towards Elmster. As soon as she`s within a foot of him, her anger melts away, and she winks* Race now?
[07-22:38] 1e8, ºLucreccia : (*Just dies* Gawd. Some people just won`t shut up ... I`m going to get off AIM .. ugh.)
[07-22:39] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : Well, see how you do without me, you arrogant cunt. I quit. *proceeds to knock everything else off of Jihan's before walking out of the office. She slams the door so hard behind her, that the wood makes a painful sound*
[07-22:39] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *but this little puppy isn't intimidated... he just mumbles* well at least I'm not with a vampire* and looks to Lucien*
[07-22:40] dc5, *Elmster : **he snaps outa thought**Are you sure you would rather not deal with your son and such?**he looks past Luc, his eyes on her sone, then snap to Garrett. he growls a bit**seems they have a problem with my kind....
[07-22:42] a25, *Jihan Aloula : *Somehow Jihan is at the foot of the stairs as Marley goes down it*
[07-22:42] 9b9, ºLucien: Not one that likes to suck blood anyways *winks at Garrett and grins* Don't worry about her. I'm sure she'll be gone soon. She doesn't like to stay in one place long, especially if I'm in it. *he doesn't say it with any sadness or bitterness, he just honestly thinks that it's the truth*
[07-22:42] 1e8, ºLucreccia : I don`t care. I have a problem with him being so stupidly open about his sexuality, he can have a problem with me loving a vampire. I could care less tonight. Tonight, I want you, and the beach, and a cup of coffee. *she sits down next to him, ignoring Garrett`s comment, taking up Elmster`s hands*
[07-22:43] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *He smirks, slapping the boys ass.* fine...
[07-22:44] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *stops, looking back up the stairs, then down at Jihan... she must have put in a trap door* You're in my way.
[07-22:44] dc5, *Elmster : **he smiles, his fingers interwing with hers**Sounds nice**he smilse a bit**But.. instead of racing...**he stands**We need somewere people wont see us....
[07-22:45] a25, *Jihan Aloula : No shit. Now calm the fuck down. I didn't call you to my office to get you to quit. I had you come to get a little token of thanks.
[07-22:46] 1e8, ºLucreccia : *she glances about* I know a thousand dark alleyways. In fact ... *she pulls him away from the park, rather quickly, and within a minute they`re a mile down the road in a dark, surprisingly dumpster-free alleyway. She smiles* Like this, or did you mean something else? I just needed to get away from that park.
[07-22:47] 9b9, ºLucien: *has a pretty difficult ass to find in those jeans* weren't we doing something? *taps his lips* Oh yeah! *turns around and springs his lanky body on Garrett*
[07-22:48] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : You pulled me in to gloat and mock me. *lifts her hand and tosses her burning cigarette butt at Jihan* Now get the fuck out of my way. I don't work here anymore.
[07-22:48] dc5, *Elmster : **he nods, pulling her close to him**This is fine**he leans to kiss her, but instead, looks down. He begins to mummble in latin, Useing MOTM, they lift in the air quickly and soon, high enough to be outa sight**
[07-22:48] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *he laughs and grabs lucien up, attacking the boys mouth*
[07-22:51] 1e8, ºLucreccia : *she clings to him desperately, shuddering at suddenly being off of her feet, in the air, and not in a plane. She`s actually scared of heights - imagine! - and hides her face against his shoulder, her red hair flying wildly about them*
[07-22:52] a25, *Jihan Aloula : *the burning end hits her and falls off* Who said I'm making fun of you. I'm speaking truth. Calm down and enjoy the ride.
[07-22:52] MSG: moth sent a message to Lucreccia.
[07-22:52] dc5, *Elmster : Its ok.. I have you**he leans a bit back, still holding on to her**You must look arround.. it is truly inspirational**they are slowly moving twards the beach, but not to fast**
[07-22:53] 09c, *Caine Lupas : (*huggles to those that accept them*I'll see you guys later,some one else is want to take o'er the comp now.)
[07-22:54] 9b9, ºLucien: *once his mouth is free again, which he's in no hurry to initiate, he grins* Are you hungry?
[07-22:55] 9b9, ºLucien: (hug hug caine* later gator)
[07-22:55] 1e8, ºLucreccia : I can`t! *she sshakes her head against his shoulder, refusing utterly to look. She sits in aisle rows if she flies, and she only does that in emergencies. Usually, her Gifts are enough to get her where she wants to be. Her arms around him is vice-like* I just can`t! *this, perhaps, being a keen sign of her vulnerability, which she tries to hide from everyone at all costs*
[07-22:55] 1e8, ºLucreccia : (*kisses and hugs* g`night you! *smothers in love*)
[07-22:56] dc5, *Elmster : **he nods**Well...I will get us there quicker then**The travel fast and within minutes are there. He lands softly on the beach. **I am sorry.. I must have forgoten..
[07-22:57] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *rolls her eyes and takes the few final steps down the stairs, standing nose to nose to Jihan... or down at her if Jihan is shorter* I don't take anybody's shit. I didn't take Cecile's and I'm certainly not going to put up with yours.
[07-22:57] JOIN: Street Urchin has entered.
[07-22:58] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *he nods after a second* yup *he answers grinning*
[07-22:59] dc5, *Elmster: ((hmmm... no icon 4 the beach))
[07-22:59] 09c, *Alton Wraith: (I see how he gets all the love*is actually Celeste*Alton left our little group*pouts*)
[07-23:00] aca, ºmoth: Do you want a Beach icon?
[07-23:00] 9b9, ºLucien: *hops back onto Garrett's back* Let's go!
[07-23:03] dc5, *Elmster: ((naww.. dont matter.. just saying cause Lillie Biached about us not using them...heh))
[07-23:04] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : ((doesn't want alla moth's hard, beautiful work going unappreciated))
[07-23:04] aca, ºmoth: *Wants to redo all of the icons when he has the time.*
[07-23:05] MSG: Lucreccia sent a message to Moth.
[07-23:05] a25, *Jihan Aloula : *sighs. The feel of her breath is warm, even several inches away* Allright. You don't want shit I won't give you any. Or at least as little as possible. But stay. I want you here Marley.
[07-23:06] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *He laughs and hauls Lucien up better and trots off, of course getting odd looks from anyone they pass, and he heads back to the resterant areas.* what would you like?
[07-23:06] 1e8, ºLucreccia : *She peaks out from under her disheveled hair, before going watery in his arms a moment as the shock settles into her that she`s on ground again* No ... it`s not something anyone knows. Why the hurry, though? *she gazes up into his face, love shining in her eyes for him, the moonlight turning her ivory skin a shimmering pale silver*
[07-23:07] 09c, *Alton Wraith: (agrees with Envy, though at the moment the BB icons aren't showing up on the screen)
[07-23:07] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : I don't know... *reaches into her cleavage for another cigarette and a lighter* I've been deeply offended. *lights the cigarette... the "what are you going to give me" lingers unsaid*
[07-23:07] 1e8, ºLucreccia : (the hurry to be where no one can see them, that is.)
[07-23:08] dc5, *Elmster: No real hurry.. I just wanted to show you what I did most he time I was away...**he looks up**I sat up there. Looking over the cloud into the stars.. kinda put me at a peace state while I tought about you..**he looks bakc at her, smiling gently.**
[07-23:08] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*test*)
[07-23:09] 9b9, ºLucien: Chicken noodle soup. I hear it's good for the soul *smirks, holding so tightly around Garrett's shoulders*
[07-23:09] 1e8, ºLucreccia : (whoo! he`s spiffy!)
[07-23:10] a25, *Jihan Aloula : *Jihan lifts up the side of her skirt and undoes a small leather tie around her thigh. Attatched to it is a small baggy of more white powder* So take your present with some fucking dignety.
[07-23:10] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*link*)
[07-23:11] 1e8, ºLucreccia : I spent a year dead, you know. A year, wandering in the Umbra, trying to find a way back. To life, to you ... but I kept myself away from finding you. I was afraid you`d moved on; I didn`t want to see you with someone else. Would have broken my heart. That`s why I was so defensive with that other woman. *she reachs up, lightly touching his hair, his cheek* I missed you.
[07-23:12] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *she takes it, but holds it still in Jihan's face* This had better be very good, or I'm gone.
[07-23:12] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : you want to have that at my place or out? *he asks, smirking, as he walks along*
[07-23:13] a25, *Jihan Aloula : Stop posturing. You're my top dancer and I'm not buying anything less than the best for you.
[07-23:14] 1e8, ºLucreccia: (yeah, until marley heard about how much jihan offered kailynn ... *shifty eyes ..*)
[07-23:15] dc5, *Elmster: And I you...**he reachs into his pocket, pullnig out a small box, cluching it in his hand. **I had given up life with another, just because I never stopped loving you. And.... before everting had happened.. I had gotten something...**he kneels and reveals the box, dust lingering on top. He opens it, revieling a gold ring with a HUGE garnett stone inside it**
[07-23:16] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: Envy will be a few - she had to restart.
[07-23:17] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (Envy will be a few - she had to restart.)
[07-23:17] a25, *Jihan Aloula : ((was that you that told? Shaaaaame. ;) )
[07-23:17] dc5, *Elmster: ((Shity....))
[07-23:18] 1e8, ºLucreccia: *she stares at the stone; there`s just something so strange about this. When she had asked to marry him before, before dying, he had said no! And now, all of the sudden ... she takes a step back, unsure* What`s it for? I mean, it`s lovely ... spectacular, really. I just ... *she trails off, looking helplessly into his eyes. She just doesn`t know what to say*
[07-23:19] 1e8, ºLucreccia: (*clears throat* yeah ... phedre was at the bar the night you offered ... *hides away* ^^)
[07-23:19] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : (*wants to play with phedre* *pout*)
[07-23:19] JOIN: Cecile DeMornay has entered.
[07-23:20] 9b9, ºEnvy: ((ok... hopefully I'm back. computers wig out at the worst times))
[07-23:21] 9b9, ºLucien: Yours. Do you have cable? *gets a little excited, he'd gotten addicted to cable in the garden. His grandmother never had anything like that in her house*
[07-23:21] dc5, *Elmster: I want you to marry me... **he stands, stepping next to her, the ring inbetween them**You dying had made me think... I should have done this before...but I didnt... it as a mistake I wouldnt make again....**he looks back up to her, his eyes a bit mysty**
[07-23:21] MSG: Cecile DeMornay sent a message to Caine Lupas.
[07-23:21] EXIT: Cecile DeMornay has left the chat ( 9:21pm, December 07 (CST) ).
[07-23:21] 09c, *Alton Wraith : *covered in his bearskin claok,weapons hanging at his waist enters the park not seeing anyone elses' presence he starts he search for a vitim to feed his raging hunger*
[07-23:22] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *he nods* yup every channel of cable *he says, starting to head back to his place.*
[07-23:23] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *smirks, palming the baggie as she takes a drag from her cigarette* Well, good. I'm glad to know that we can be friends now. *sarcasm just drips from her words*
[07-23:24] 9b9, ºLucien: Really? *his voice takes a mischievious tone*
[07-23:24] 1e8, ºLucreccia: *she smiles, softly. Sweetly. She nods, silent; small tears shimmering in her eyes. Yes, she`ll marry him. If she`s going to die, she might as well die a decent woman this time*
[07-23:24] dc5, *Elmster: ((Damm.. got a test tommarow and I need sleep.... I will be back on tommarow though))
[07-23:25] 1e8, ºLucreccia: (*sags* I really need to go to bed. Can we finish tomorrow?)
[07-23:25] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *he snickers* yup eeevery channel.
[07-23:25] 9b9, ºEnvy: ((lol how perfect was that?))
[07-23:25] a25, *Jihan Aloula : See? Why shouldn't we be like we were when Cecile was here? Being top bitches, raking in the money, being general cunts to the other girls and laughing about it to eachother. That's a nice way to live. *she wraps her arm around Marley and begins pulling her back to her office*
[07-23:26] 1e8, ºLucreccia: (LoL - G`night everyone! *Hugs and kisses and love*)
[07-23:26] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (Night Luc.)
[07-23:27] 9b9, ºLucien: Even Nick At Nite? I can watch 12 hours of Happy Days if I so desired? *of course, he wouldn't, but just the idea that he could*
[07-23:28] 09c, *Alton Wraith : *moveing through the park silently being rather picky*(night Cec*hugs from me and Caine*)
[07-23:28] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : Because I like her more than you... and I thought she liked me more than you, too. so things are a little different now *walks with Jihan, but is sure to accidentally blow smoke in her face*
[07-23:28] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *he laughs outright.* sure.... *he answers*
[07-23:30] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : ((moth! AIM! *shakes fist* you sneaky sneaker))
[07-23:30] 09c, *Alton Wraith : *moveing through the park silently being rather picky*night Cec*hugs from me and Caine*for some unknown reason he is looking for a some what aged vampire, humans haven't been slaking his thirst of late*
[07-23:32] a25, *Jihan Aloula : *The smoke doesn't seem to affect her, much less bother her* She probably did. But when she went nuts I was the girl that went out and checked on her. *she gives her top dancer a small squeeze and opens the door to her office*
[07-23:37] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : I guess the first vulture gets the corpse. I'm supposed to be on stage, you know. *actually has no idea if she's supposed to be on stage or not, but since she isn't up there, chances are she's probably supposed to be*
[07-23:39] a25, *Jihan Aloula : Then one of the other girls is getting your tips for about ten minutes. You can recoup it on one of the side stages later. *Isabel sits down in her chair*
[07-23:41] 9b9, ºLucien: Are you really freaked out about my mother? *he has to ask. This is certainly not a situation that he's encountered before*
[07-23:43] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *he shrugs* not that much, shes not at all what the tribes say she is... *he says afer a second, turning a corner and stopping at a light, quiet as an old woman scowls at them*
[07-23:43] 9b9, ºLucien: What do they say she is? *a strange question coming from the woman's own son*
[07-23:44] 09c, *Alton Wraith : *gives up trying to Rp as is not in the mood and really doesn't seem to have any ideas. hugs to who wants them*
[07-23:45] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *remains standing and just looks down at her as she sits* What... do you want?
[07-23:46] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : (*huggles Alton* night!)
[07-23:48] a25, *Jihan Aloula : Fuck, we have to go through this again? Like I said, what I allready have. I'm trying to keep you happy... or at least nice and docile Marley. Now take your blow, cause shit if I'm going to let you take it in the dressing rooms.
[07-23:49] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : Can't *shrugs lightly, stuffing it into her bodice*
[07-23:49] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *he blinks, and after the light changes and the woman heads off away from them he answers* a great warrior, shes like this person thats Gaia in carnate practically, but then I heard rumours about something... she... messed up... I don't see the big deal.* is all he says*
[07-23:50] a25, *Jihan Aloula : How come?
[07-23:50] 9b9, ºLucien: oh... *didn't really notice the woman. His mind is on other things* Things are usually a pretty big dea when they involve her.
[07-23:51] 09c, *Alton Wraith : (night? I nto going I'm just not in the mood to Rp right now.*huggles back and pouts cuz the real Alton left the gaming group*)
[07-23:52] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*Arches a brow.* The real Alton?)
[07-23:54] 09c, *Alton Wraith : (the orignal player for Alton, I ish Celeste)
[07-23:54] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*Blinks.*)
[07-23:55] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : Because I'm on vicodin, which is an opiate. If I take cocaine with an opiate, I'll probably have a heart attack and die. *she doesn't look severely stoned, but she's telling the truth*
[07-23:56] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : well they don't seem to be to me... but of course I've got her cute offspring *he says, drawing near to his place*
[07-23:56] 09c, *Alton Wraith : (*guesses Bringham ish the Mothy person*)
[07-23:56] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (Indeed I am.)
[07-23:57] 9b9, ºLucien: *smiles, his slim form being carried along the street* Yeah, you are pretty lucky. I usually lose interest way before this point.
[07-23:59] a25, *Jihan Aloula : Vicodin? You actualy need it or are you self perscribing?
[08-00:00] MSG: Alton Wraith sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[08-00:01] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : Both *unzips her bodice along the side... for when she doesn't feel like lacing. It also conveniently is where she has a huge bruise, still dark and purple... fresh* It makes it a little easier to dance.
[08-00:01] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : how could you resist me?* he says, leaning his head back slightly as he walks, trying to look at lucien*
[08-00:03] 9b9, ºLucien: *moves his head forward so that Garrett can see him* I obviously don't do a very good job at it.
[08-00:04] a25, *Jihan Aloula : *notices the discoloration* Who did that to you?
[08-00:05] MSG: Brigham Kushiel sent a message to Alton Wraith.
[08-00:07] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : haha no one can resist me bwuahaha! *he mocks himself, as he stops finally in front of his place and drags out his keys, with lucien still on him*
[08-00:07] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *pops the cigarette back in her mouth to zip her top back up* Don't remember. It doesn't matter because it happens all the time, and I don't care because I like it. *just watches for Jihan's reaction. She's not sure if Cecile even knew that she liked to be smacked around*
[08-00:08] MSG: Alton Wraith sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[08-00:09] MSG: Brigham Kushiel sent a message to Alton Wraith.
[08-00:10] 9b9, ºLucien: *hops down from Garrett's back so that he can open the door easier. He's jumping around, fully of youthful, boyish energy still*
[08-00:12] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *He opens it and ushers the boy in and up those stairs, then he opens his apartment door, once in he kicks off his shoes and throws the keys somewhere and moves to the kitchen*
[08-00:12] a25, *Jihan Aloula : *Hardly looks surprised that Marley enjoys it... but has some rather negative feelings about one of her girls being beaten up, regardless if they like it* Next time they do it, make sure they know how to do it right. Bruises aren't sexy on stage Marley. You know this.
[08-00:15] MSG: Alton Wraith sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[08-00:15] 9b9, ºLucien: *being the teenager that he is, Lucien plops himself in front of the t.v. and proceeds to channel flip*
[08-00:17] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : I know how to cover them. Did you think I was being egotistical when I said that I'll deal with customers that most of the girls wont? *raises a brow*
[08-00:18] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : *and he proceeds to make good campbells egg noodle soup, which player used to eat before being a veggie*
[08-00:20] a25, *Jihan Aloula : I've been making sure they've been sent your way my dear. I've also been taking a few myself.
[08-00:22] JOIN: Nyte Wulf has entered.
[08-00:22] 9b9, ºLucien: *his player never would eat it because eggs made her very sick since early childhood... but Lucien'll eat anything! and he does!*
[08-00:24] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : Well, what a martyr you are. *ashes her cigarette on her now empty desk and walks out* (muuuust sleep)
[08-00:25] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : (pause and sleep babe!)
[08-00:25] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : (g'night my little turtle doves)
[08-00:25] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : *walks upNdonw the streets.....dressed to kill, literally....not ntoinc hte wide berths given to her as she storms down the street, her feet automatically leading her to aplace where things are normal.....among thsoe who understand...even if its jsut aplace that does. walks into the bar and slowly sets up for the night, jsut in case someone actually shows up ahnd wants a drink......slips behind the bar, shrugging off her black coat and resettlingher various sheaths about her person*
[08-00:26] d8f, *Garrett Galloway : night!)
[08-00:30] a25, *Damali Aloula : *after a short while, Damali enters into the bar*
[08-00:32] 09c, *Alton Wraith : (*huggles*night Envy)
[08-00:33] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : *looks up at the person entering, seemingly unawares of their arrival at first* may i get you something?
[08-00:34] aca, ºmoth: *Waves to Envy.*
[08-00:35] 09c, *Celeste McCoh : (you get that last message moth?)
[08-00:36] a25, *Damali Aloula : *Damali smiles and looks around before looking back to Nyte* Uh... to start I'd like some scotch and tonic. *Damali moves up to the bar and sits.*
[08-00:37] MSG: Brigham Kushiel sent a message to Celeste Mccoh.
[08-00:37] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : ok *grabs a good 50 yr old whiskey and pours a fingerfullintothe cup, adding a fingerful or tonic* stronger or lighter?
[08-00:39] a25, *Damali Aloula : Stronger please. *like her sister, she's got the tolerance of a bull elephant, but every little bit counts and she's not quite willing to use Jihan's mix of good rum and nasty vodka*
[08-00:40] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : whatever ur thinking seems a good idea girl. *pours another fingerfull intot he cup and hands it to her* taste it andif its not rihgt ill add more
[08-00:41] MSG: Celeste McCoh sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[08-00:41] a25, *Damali Aloula : *she takes a sip* Just a little more will be fine. *a polite lie, but Damali isn't trying to draw attention to herself*
[08-00:42] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : really? *pours to more fingerfulls intohte cup*
[08-00:44] a25, *Damali Aloula : Uh huh. Thank you. *she smiles and looks genuinely happy, which is pretty rare with Damali, especialy since Katya left her*
[08-00:47] MSG: Brigham Kushiel sent a message to Celeste Mccoh.
[08-00:48] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : im good at what i do dear...you seemt o be one of those nursing some sort of hurt nad when you are strong inteh face of alcohol, then by all means you shoul dhave what you wish
[08-00:48] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : your welcome
[08-00:50] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : (sorry i cant seem to type well toight)
[08-00:51] MSG: Celeste McCoh sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[08-00:51] a25, *Damali Aloula : I'm... mostly over my hurt now. *picks up the drink and gives it an appreciative sip*
[08-00:52] MSG: Damali Aloula sent a message to Celeste Mccoh.
[08-00:53] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : love takes time to heal.....though id say your fair enough along.....sorry if my accent seems british, ijsut spent a week over there nad you pick up the accent and sayings quite quickly
[08-00:55] MSG: Damali Aloula sent a message to Celeste Mccoh.
[08-00:56] MSG: Celeste McCoh sent a message to Damali Aloula.
[08-00:57] a25, *Damali Aloula : Its okay... I learned some of my english from a man that learned it from the British. *Damali has, it should be noted, a strong arabic accent, but it gives her voice more of an ethnic allure rather than being annoying to decipher*
[08-00:58] MSG: Celeste McCoh sent a message to Damali Aloula.
[08-00:58] MSG: Damali Aloula sent a message to Celeste Mccoh.
[08-00:59] 09c, *Celeste McCoh: (it's ok,Cookie)
[08-00:59] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : its nice to know there is another person out there then, the looks i have gotten are unbelievable*puts around behindhte bar, though there isnt much to do* if you dont mind, where are you from?
[08-01:00] a25, *Damali Aloula : Arab... Saudi Arabia.
[08-01:01] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : cool...let me knwo when you want a refill hun
[08-01:04] a25, *Damali Aloula : *She takes her booze in small doses, trying to enjoy the taste but can only think back to far back into the recesses of her past when she and her father were in position to drink enough to get drunk and did so on a semi-regular basis*
[08-01:04] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : *pours herself a scrwy dewy, leans agins the back counter and sips her drink*
[08-01:06] JOIN: Promethius Kushiel has entered.
[08-01:06] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: (color test)
[08-01:09] a25, *Damali Aloula : ((*waves to Promethius*)) *Damali gives Nyte a strange look* Are you supposed to drink on the job?
[08-01:10] EXIT: Celeste McCoh has left the chat ( 10:59pm, December 07 (CST) ).
[08-01:11] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : i go through alcohol fast enough.....besides one drink will not harm me or my job, it hasnt yet. *makes lil whining note in her voice, jokinga rouhnd* but allt he other bartenders do it
[08-01:12] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : *laughs* sorry my trip wasnt a great one nad i woke up with a headache today so im sjut alil uhmm oddd.....tired and angry......
[08-01:12] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : ((brb))
[08-01:12] EXIT: Nyte Wulf has left the chat ( 11:12pm, December 07 (CST) ).
[08-01:12] JOIN: Nyte Wulf has entered.
[08-01:12] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : (pic test)
[08-01:14] a25, *Damali Aloula : ((what does that last post say? I can't make out "sjut alil"))
[08-01:16] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : ((just a lil.....im thinking it is bedtime for me now....even i cnat understand what i badly type))
[08-01:18] a25, *Damali Aloula : ((Right. To bed with ye then demon.))
[08-01:19] 7d0, *Nyte Wulf : ((it was great meeting you, hopefully talk wiht you again, i am i am, i am nto a demon, but a wolf tah))
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[08-01:22] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: (*waves back*)*stepping into the BtD he strides across the room to the bar,an air of superiority to him*
[08-01:23] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: (*sighs*Well I guess I'm off as well)
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[08-01:28] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*Peers.*)
[08-01:32] EXIT: Brigham Kushiel has left the chat ( ..step right up and feel the fire - hardcore love of the never dead.. ).
[08-01:35] JOIN: Cookie Monster has entered.
[08-01:37] JOIN: Promethius Kushiel has entered.
[08-01:38] a25, *Damali Aloula : *Damali looks over at the new comer, sipping her drink*
[08-01:44] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: *stepping to the bar he takes a seat next to Damali noticing her obvious Arab decent from his travels*Good eve' Ma'dam*looks to the NCP barkeep*Gin'n'Tonic,and make double strong*looks back at Damali*Hmmm.....Yuir not young nor human are you?*has always had an odd way of opening his conversations*
[08-01:48] a25, *Damali Aloula : *And poor Damali looks just about ready to crap her dress on hearing that. Her eyes go wide in that terribly innocent way that seems to permiate the girl*
[08-01:51] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: *seeing the shift in her composure*I'm sorry, did I ofend you?*takes his drink and sips on it*You seem a little shocked.
[08-01:53] a25, *Damali Aloula : Y-y-you didn't offend me... I uh... *she looks around in vain hope that her girlfriend and new arm to cling to appears from nowhere. Her hopes in such matters dashed, she's forced to look back to Promethius* How... how did you know?
[08-01:59] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: *finishing the first dirnk and signaling for another*I can the Ifrit blood in you. It's rather potent,I'd say you some where between 4th and 7th generation maybe.
[08-02:06] a25, *Damali Aloula : Jinn... I'm a Jinn...
[08-02:12] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: Ahhh....my mistake,the scent of the two bloods are rather close,again my appologise.Can I buy you a drink?
[08-02:13] a25, *Damali Aloula : *Damali, terrified as she is, lets autopilot "sure whatever you say don't eat me" Damali take over* That will be fine.
[08-02:19] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: *wave to the the bar keep*Get the lady what ever she wants,sips from his second gin'n'tonic*You can relax M'lady, I'm not going to harm you...unless you give me some reason to. I have a great respect for the dessert powers.
[08-02:20] a25, *Damali Aloula : Who are you?
[08-02:22] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: *smiles and bows*I am Promethius Kushiel of the Kushiel family. And you would be?
[08-02:25] a25, *Damali Aloula : Damali... my father was Rafiq.
[08-02:29] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: *pauses to think*Hmmm..... the name rings no bells, but it's a pleasure to meet you. Are you freshly moved to the states?
[08-02:29] a25, *Damali Aloula : My family... we came here a few months ago.
[08-02:36] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: Ahh, I'm not new to the states, but it has been a space of time since my last vist, touched bases with the bulk of my own family. I must of really shook you up at first didn't I?
[08-02:37] a25, *Damali Aloula : *still looks terribly shaken* Uhmm... yes... what are you?
[08-02:39] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: *smiles*I thought you would ask that first, I am Lupine, or here in the states,werewolf
[08-02:42] a25, *Damali Aloula : *it takes her several moments for her to process this information. Werewolves aren't exactly common in her part of the world... though a few other shape shifters might be* So... you're not a ghul?
[08-02:46] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: *quizickly raising a brow it takes a second for the word to translate,being he hasn't heard it since he left the Arabian nations*Ghul...no, I'm not of the race of walking corpeses.Why do they run rampant here?
[08-02:48] a25, *Damali Aloula : They've been about half of the unhumans *about as close as Damali can get with translating "supernatural" as her vocabulary allows* that I've seen.
[08-02:53] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: *sighs*Well then let's hope thet non take offence to my presence.hate to have to kill one with it being only a business trip,though I expect it to turn out to be some kind of reunion.*looks down at her full glass*Not thirsty?*sips his own as well*
[08-02:55] a25, *Damali Aloula : *mechanicaly picks her glass up and brings it to her lips. She tilts her head back and downs the glass. Looking back down she sees that she's not fully in luck as he hasn't turned out to be some strange illusion, but he hasn't tried to kill her yet, so at least there's that* Why would you have to kill them?
[08-03:01] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: Those of the of the Ghul racehave never,since their beginings,gotten along with my kind.Being a gaurdian of Gia and natural to the earth we see them as parasite and an infection theat needs to be cured.We are that cure.
[08-03:03] a25, *Damali Aloula : *Such words sound a bit more zealously extermination bent that Damali feels compfortable with* Oh... uhm... thats nice.
[08-03:05] JOIN: Garrett Galloway has entered.
[08-03:07] a25, *Damali Aloula : ((*waves to Garret*))
[08-03:08] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: (*waves back and lurks*)
[08-03:11] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: *downing the rest of his drink he slips a small wad of hundred dollar bills out and places one on the bar top*I need proper change for that*throws a side glance at the bartender and loks back at Damali*What other types of supernaturals should I expect to run into?(*waves to Garrett as well*)
[08-03:13] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: (*wave*)
[08-03:13] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: (vampires, cats, mystics oh my! *snicker*)
[08-03:14] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: (you canna forget wolves man the would be just rude)
[08-03:15] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: (well I am a wolfy so bleh.. didn't forget :P )
[08-03:15] a25, *Damali Aloula : Ummm... my sister and uncle... I don't think it would be a good idea for me to give away others...
[08-03:19] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: (*lol*Well I never.......yuir not the only one*pets wolf pup in his lap*)Okay that's understandable.....I take it they are the Ifrits in yuir family?*only ask cuz of the scent*
[08-03:19] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: ^^)
[08-03:21] a25, *Damali Aloula : My... my sister.
[08-03:23] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: Okay...I won't ask you anything else. I can see how uneasy it makes you Damali...
[08-03:25] a25, *Damali Aloula : *gulps and nods*
[08-03:29] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: (*kicks Garret IC*Or are you waiting for someone?)I do appologize again....I've always been straight forward with those of the supernatural realm, I lack tact severely.*picking up the change for that he looks to the door*Hmm,what other sites does the City of Los Angeles hold that I might care to see?
[08-03:30] a25, *Damali Aloula : Uh... I don't realy go sight seeing. *small pause* I just... work.
[08-03:30] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: (nope I'me here to be a thorn in your side ^_^)
[08-03:32] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: (:p I see)Ahh and your.....*starts to ask then stops*Nevermind.....Are there anyclubs or all night joints around here?
[08-03:34] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: haha!... well I could bring someone in.. perhaps)
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[08-03:35] a25, *Damali Aloula : A few... there's Reality.
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[08-03:37] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: Reality? Is it any good?
[08-03:38] 29e, Irene Lox: *For lack of anything else to do, Irene decides to go to ... BtD! yay, so she meanders her way there and slips in, her tops just like her picture, her pants are black jeans, fitted with a shiney chain belt, she slips up and sits at the bar, ording a Screaming Orgasm from the NPC bartender.*
[08-03:38] 29e, Irene Lox: 9there we go ^_^)
[08-03:42] a25, *Damali Aloula : Its... not bad. *thoughts flash in her mind for a second of the near riot she created... good times good times*
[08-03:45] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: *turns as Irene enters and inhales deeply trying to catch her scent to determine her species and nods to her*G'eve ma'am*turns back to Damali*Not bad?Hmmm, I'm more looking for something that everyone would go to, the most prestigious Club in town, or at least on this side of town.
[08-03:46] a25, *Damali Aloula : If its prestigious, then not everyone would go to it...
[08-03:47] 29e, Irene Lox: *She's werewolf, and such a pretty one at that actually, She smiles at him, her head bobbing slightly in a nod and a descrete sniff of him.*
[08-03:50] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: Why not? Who would not want to go to the most famous place in town.
[08-03:51] 29e, Irene Lox: *she ays for her drink and takes a good sip of it, getting comfortable on her barstool and crossing her legs*
[08-03:51] 29e, Irene Lox: pays*^
[08-03:53] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: *catching the lupine scent he smiles and half turns to her with an ear still listening for Damalis' reply being werewolf himself*
[08-03:53] a25, *Damali Aloula : People that don't like famous places? *is having a hard time wrapping her mind around why a prestigious establishment would allow everyone in*
[08-03:55] 29e, Irene Lox: *Somehow that makes her intersted, and her icey blue coloured eyes side glance at him, her lips set in sort of a smile, she lets out a little 'hmm' noise also.*
[08-03:56] a25, *Damali Aloula : *Damali's scent is one of foreign desert flowers, ozone, and raw power*
[08-04:00] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: That's a good point,there are those who would shy away from such places.Not me though,I'm one to minggle in the crowds,brush elbows.*Emerald green eyes flash as he says this,and his scent takes one one of age and power as well,his way of showing some dominance*
[08-04:01] 29e, Irene Lox: *She takes both there scent in, adding a little of her own magics in her scent for the hell of it then leans on the bar, her blond hair falling over her shoulders and down her back in waves..* Reality is good..* she mumbles very quietly to herself.*
[08-04:03] a25, *Damali Aloula : *All this power and certainty about destruction of other beings doesn't do much to endear him to Damali's heart*
[08-04:06] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: Okay two votes for the Reality,what other places are around that are exceptional in the least*puts both questions to both of them now,cuz he's not one to ignore people.*
[08-04:09] 29e, Irene Lox: *She snickers quietly* Try Burning Bush..* she sips on her drink more.*
[08-04:09] a25, *Damali Aloula : Theres... strip clubs? *realy has no clue what he's trying to go for*
[08-04:12] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: Okay...entertainment,now that's something I've not, been into in sometime. Is the Burning Bush decent?
[08-04:13] a25, *Damali Aloula : *great, now the creepy scary guy is going to look at her naked too* Sort of...
[08-04:14] 29e, Irene Lox: *Just looks at him, as a Uktena, why in the world is she here? blah, she finishes her drink and asks for another drink.*
[08-04:15] 29e, Irene Lox: oh bugger....... I have ta go its time for me to awake up ^_^' *growl* just say she finished the newly ordered drink and left.... *waves* *poof*)
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[08-04:19] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: Sort of? Okay...seems you're not to fond of the place*finishes his drink and loooks at his watch*Well it's time for me to venture. I have an inert urge to study my surroundings.
[08-04:21] a25, *Damali Aloula : Allright... goodnight.
[08-04:25] 09c, Promethius Kushiel: Good night...and again my appologies for shaken you up like I did.*stands and exits the bar shifting to his cainine form and is gone*(night Cookie and thanks for the test run. I think he'll work out,and Celeste will be in tomorrow night)
[08-04:26] a25, *Damali Aloula : ((o/))
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[08-10:30] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay: Muahahahahahaha ... *gurgles evilly, rubbing hands together* And so it starts, so it starts ...
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[08-15:31] aa7, *Elmster: .....
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[08-15:39] aa7, *Elmster: hmmm....name looks familair......
[08-15:39] 42a, *Zaron : Yes it does
[08-15:39] 42a, *Zaron: Yes it does
[08-15:41] aa7, *Elmster: fucking edd..
[08-15:41] 42a, *Zaron: :-D
[08-15:41] 42a, *Zaron: Who's fucking Ed? Ed wants to know. Cause as far as Ed knows, Ed is currently not getting fucked
[08-15:42] 42a, *Zaron: * Slaps self.* Ugh, damn fever insanity. Fever broke, insanity still there
[08-15:42] aa7, *Elmster: lo... still aint getting any?... that sucks...
[08-15:43] 42a, *Zaron: Sex life kinda slowed down for a bit. Before it slowed, I was getting plenty
[08-15:43] aa7, *Elmster: heh.. mines gettin better... going out Saturday.... good times...
[08-15:43] 42a, *Zaron: Nice, nice
[08-15:44] aa7, *Elmster: **just relized how femiante Elm looks in his pic....**damm... I need to find better ones...
[08-15:44] 42a, *Zaron: Yeah, you should
[08-15:45] 42a, *Zaron: He looks a little TOO feminate
[08-15:45] aa7, *Elmster: .. its been a while.. I still have his first pic online... form teh kiss.. waht..... 6 years ago..
[08-15:45] 42a, *Zaron: Damn
[08-15:45] aa7, *Elmster: Yeah.. but he may look like that but he is getting married... again...
[08-15:46] 42a, *Zaron: It has been six years ago
[08-15:46] 42a, *Zaron: Nice
[08-15:46] aa7, *Elmster: help me find a pic... siliar to that one.. but.. not so... femiate
[08-15:47] 42a, *Zaron: I stopped seriously playing Zaron for about a year before I stopped all togeather. As soon as I felt like replaying him, guess what I find out.
[08-15:47] aa7, *Elmster: what?
[08-15:49] 42a, *Zaron: I lost his updated sheet....so I forced to use the old online sheet, and slightly modify it. Not make him stronger, per say, but more suited to the way I am gonna play him.
[08-15:50] aa7, *Elmster: its all gravy... luckly everything for elm has been here.. I only updated him due to playing him in other games and rooms..
[08-15:51] aa7, *Elmster: *pic
[08-15:51] aa7, *Elmster: ..it feels.. to over used...
[08-15:52] aca, ºmoth: *..peers.*
[08-15:53] 42a, *Zaron: http://www.altvampyres.net/vhd/djsuccession.jpg
[08-15:54] aa7, *Elmster: got it.. im looking for more.. real...
[08-15:55] 42a, *Zaron: kk
[08-16:06] aa7, *Elmster: meah.. I just still with old... I pull in a differnt char is you wana rp
[08-16:07] 42a, *Zaron: Nah, I was just checking to see whom was in at the time, and saw you here
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[08-16:08] aa7, *Elmster: kk
[08-16:10] aa7, *Elmster: **pokes the unknown Urchin**
[08-16:10] 42a, *Zaron: * Waves to the Urchin*
[08-16:12] aca, ºmoth: *Eyes Zaron and Elmster.*
[08-16:13] aa7, *Elmster: ...**cowers and hides**hey.....
[08-16:13] aca, ºmoth: Hello.
[08-16:13] 42a, *Zaron: Eeep
[08-16:13] 42a, *Zaron: * Blinks.* Oh, hello
[08-16:15] aca, ºmoth: How are the two of you doing?
[08-16:16] 42a, *Zaron: Getting over the flu
[08-16:17] aa7, *Elmster: ... same oll...
[08-16:17] aa7, *Elmster: SSDD
[08-16:19] aa7, *Elmster: **erases pic**
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[08-18:23] f77, Irene Lox: (*saven lurkities about*)
[08-18:24] 1e8, ºCecile DeMornay: (*lurkities for now too!*)
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[08-18:43] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (test)
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[08-18:45] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (*thinks it`s funny how everyone is scared of Moth .. haha!*)
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[08-18:51] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (*waves to Elm* Evening!)
[08-18:51] dc5, *Elmster: ....
[08-18:51] dc5, *Elmster: ((hey....))
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[08-18:52] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (do you want me to bring Luc in for you?)
[08-18:52] dc5, *Elmster: ((if yeah wana.. elm has news for her she might like...))
[08-18:53] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (k!)
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[08-18:53] 1e8, ºLucreccia: (test)
[08-18:54] dc5, *Elmster: **he wakes again, grinning widley. He leans foreward, kissing her gently on her cheek then whispers into her ears**I just had the more amazing dear... and yet I never fell asleep..
[08-18:55] 1e8, ºLucreccia: *she`s been awake for a while, considering if she`s going to tell her family about this marriage or not. She turns her head and smiles at him* Oh? And what did you dream of, darling?
[08-18:56] dc5, *Elmster: ((crap dad needs aol.. I will be back in about.. 30 mintues unless I figure out how you over ride aol..))
[08-18:57] 1e8, ºLucreccia: (k, will be here.)
[08-19:00] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel 
: *she sits behind her desk; her nightly routine. It`s cluttered but organized, filled with stacks of papers here and there. The desk is huge, holding two computers, two office-like printers, a fax machine, three phones (along with the one she has clipped to her waist), and two scanners. There are a multitude of other electronic objects lying about, but in the midst of the chaos there sits an old-fashioned ink well, with fountain pen. She writes in long, flowing strokes - a personal letter, clearly - on fine, thick linen paper. Red hair is tucked behind her ears, and she is clearly engrossed in her work*
[08-19:03] f01, ºEnvy: *lurks*
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[08-19:11] 8a3, Mark Morgan: *He'd just gotten off the train at Union Station, he came here with a purpose, he'd come to the city of the Fallen for a reason, nothing else would bring him here in the current situations of the races right now, but here he was pale skin a flash of white in the dirty places as he stepped off with a pack slung over his shoulder and a smoke in his mouth.*
[08-19:14] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *having finished her correspondence, she fishes a thick vellum envelope out of one of the numerous desk drawers and seals the letter inside. She addresses the outside, weighs it out on her personal postal machine, and slaps the postage on. She sighs, remeniciently. There was a day when a wax seal was enough, and a time before that when word of mouth was reliable enough with trusted servants. What a time she is in now. What a time*
[08-19:19] 8a3, Mark Morgan: *He meanders with ratty looking jeans, though clean and likewise tee, though covered by a spiffy black jacket, hes headed straight for an office, a particular office not far from the station at all, he flicks the cig, thinking of the last time.*
[08-19:24] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she starts as her cellphone rings. Sticking the small microphone into her ear to conference hands-free, she turns to one of the two computers, open to a spreadsheet file. Clickity-clack go her manicured nails on the keys as she mutters to the caller*
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[08-19:29] 8a3, Mark Morgan: *After just a few minutes he arrives, and listens at the door silently. After a moment he runs a hand through his hair, clicks the cig away and takes a deep breath, then knocks*
[08-19:30] 42a, *Zaron : * Walks out of his hotel room, lit cigarette in his mouth.*
[08-19:31] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: Come on in. *she hangs up with her caller and continues clicking away at her keyboard. She figures it might be a family member; Brigham, or Stephanor. She doesn`t look up as he enters, intent on her screen*
[08-19:33] 8a3, Mark Morgan: *he opens the door and stands there, quietly, his emerald eyes watching her on his handsome pale face.*
[08-19:34] 42a, *Zaron : * He casually walks away from the motel, feeling the eyes of a few Mexicans sizing him up. He just simply keeps walking, intent on finding a bar. Any kind of bar, but just a bar where they would have some whiskey.*
[08-19:36] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *after the moment of silence after the door opening, she bothers to glance up, wondering why her visitor hasn`t been curteous enough to announce him or herself. And when her blue eyes, bright, clear see him, they darken just a shade and glare. There`s no real surprise on her face, just a brief flash of old anger, her mouth setting into a firm, hard line* Markus Morgan. What can I do for you? *his tone is business-like: cool, restrained. Impersonal*
[08-19:39] 8a3, Mark Morgan: **he winces at the glare, then steps in a little.* Hello Zarshreiy...*Says after a moment, his english accent not changed since she'd seen him last.*
[08-19:41] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *her accent as well is English - she was born there, millenia ago, and has taken great pains to keep it. She was born before Englad was England. She stares quietly for a moment, then makes a gesture of bafflement, spreading her heands* Mark, why are you here? I thought I made it clear to you I didn`t want to see you again.
[08-19:43] 8a3, Mark Morgan: Yeah it was kinda clear wasn't it...* he mumbled, a little grin on his face.* I wanted to see you again... It's been so long
[08-19:46] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: Five hundred years is a drop in the bucket for us. *she stands, clad in a simple white cotton shift dress, a red scarf, bloodred and silk, tied loosely about her neck. She stuffs a few things in her purse - phone, pager, blackberry, other things - all while continuing to speak* I can`t imagine you thinking I wanted to see you, Mark. You shouldn`t be here. You`re still not liked very much, and Chester hasn`t gotten over your attempted Turning of his child.
[08-19:48] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: Now if I'd not been under infulence of other things I would have taken that into account..* He answers, watching her movements.* But honestly I've missed you Zar....
[08-19:48] 42a, *Zaron : * As he walks past the Mexicans, he walks infront of a reflective window. As soon as they realize that he does not have a reflection, they start panicking.* Shit.... * Breaks into a run, heading in the direction he remembers getting a lift from last night.*
[08-19:52] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: (oo hey, to Zar's)
[08-19:52] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *hearing the old endearment, the shortening of her name which she allows virtually no one to use, she sighs. Her heart tugs some in her cold chest, and when she looks back up, her eyes are a little softer, her expression a little warmer* Markus, don`t you realize that it doesn`t matter what influence you were under? You nearly broke a sacred trust and order, and I led you right into it. If I were to be seen with you again, do you realize the upheavel it would cause? This just isn`t proper. *it`s clear her mindset is Family-oriented. She hardly thinks of anything else these nights*
[08-19:56] 42a, *Zaron : ((*Switches to lurking for now*))
[08-19:56] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: Do you ever get tired of the Family? *He asks.* you seem so ruled by it, you never really had much time to yourself, it seems you still don't.....
[08-19:59] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *She stares at him. What a question!* Tired of the Family? My Family? Hardly. Someone has to keep the order. Who else knows as much as I do, has the years I do, is actually willing to consign themselves to this? Roshaler? Hardly! The dult couldn`t handle a single evening. *she shuts down all of her equipment as she speaks. She`s going to have to go somewhere other than here, obviously, to work tonight. She intentionally ignores the part about taking time for herself. There is no `self` for her, in she scheme of the Family*
[08-20:01] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: Seems all the others got time to themselves.* he presses slightly.* you most of all deserve some time
[08-20:03] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: Are you going somewhere with this? I really have to find someplace quiet to get my work done. *she squeezes past him to get to the door after rounding the desk, brushing him lightly as she passes. Keeping her feelings under lock and key, she opens the door and waits for him to leave* Markus, all great leaders deserve things, I`ll acknowledge that. But all great leaders have been selfless, and not taken time off from leading. *oh, but a few hours would be nice. Just to sit and watch the night sky for once. Go somewhere unpopulated and remember a time when the earth was empty of such structures*
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[08-20:05] aa7, *Elmster: ((back))**he laughs a bit**Guess you dont get it.... I didnt dream.. I never slept...**he sitsup yawning a bit, streching as well...))
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[08-20:08] 1e8, ºLucreccia: *she smiles at herself and shrugs* Been away from humor for too long, I suppose. *she rises, never having undressed from the previous evening, except for her boots. She`s too used to being on the move, when sleeping in anything but clothes is a rare thing, and dangerous in her perfession*
[08-20:08] 42a, Street Urchin: * Once he's a few blocks away, he slows down and just continues to casually walk. He pulls out another cigarette and lights it with the cherry off his already lit one.*
[08-20:09] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He takes her arm gently, not siftly but gentle and kind, like he used to.* what about a few hours Zar? wouldn't that be nice?
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[08-20:09] aa7, *Elmster: So.... About your son..**he stands, picking up his clothes..**I really need to go shopping sometime**slips on his cloths**What is his name...
[08-20:10] 42a, *Zaron : * Once he's a few blocks away, he slows down and continues walking casually. He pulls out another cigarette and lights it using his other already lit cigarette.*
[08-20:12] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *he always had a way of reading her, even when she was working her hardest to keep her true thoughts hidden. She had never figured out how he did it. Looking out into the hallway, she considers the risks. As far as she knows, there are only two other family members in town. One, Brigham, would not be happy to see Markus, as the leader of the Twelve. The other, Promethius, one of the Six, might not care. She sighs, turning back to him* Fine, a few hours, Mark. Where did you have in mind?
[08-20:14] 1e8, ºLucreccia: Lucien. *she makes her way to the bathroom to wash her face, letting her hands run under the hot water for a moment as she surveys her features in the mirror. Nearly fourty, she barely looks past twenty-eight, but a few straggling signs of age are starting to show; it doesn`t help that she has not taken perfect care of herself. But when one is caught up in war, there isn`t often time. With a muted sigh, she bends and splashes the steaming water onto her skin*
[08-20:14] 1e8, ºLucreccia 
: (*kicks everyone in the ass and makes them put their icons up*)
[08-20:15] 42a, *Zaron : ((* Whistles innocently as he's been having his up*))
[08-20:15] aa7, *Elmster: ((shti... sis needs comp.. be back in a bit... sry))
[08-20:16] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He brightens some * The park sound good to you? *he aks after a moment, drawing close to her, looking at her the way he used to*
[08-20:16] 1e8, ºLucreccia : (np.)
[08-20:18] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *uncomfortable with the closeness, she pulls away from him and starts down the hall* Yes, the park is fine. *while her back is to him, she composes herself. It`s been far too long. She`s remained cut off from most all society outside of the family and her business endevours since the fiasco all those long years ago. She strongly hopes she can resist falling in love with him again. It only took a few minutes their first meeting. A few hours is a huge risk for her heart*
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[08-20:23] c71, *Elmster: (ahaha.. figured out how to bypass AO hell..))
[08-20:24] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He follows her* great love..* And he ambles then towards the park.* I'm.. really glad to see you Zar..* he says, gently, something so familar in his voice*
[08-20:24] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (will be right back in)
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[08-20:25] c71, *Elmster: Lucien... hmmm...**he slips on his coat, sniffing it slightly and gags a bit**Blehhh...**he smiles and looks back to Luc**Well..maybe I should get to know him a bit before we tell him...
[08-20:26] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she`s quiet for a while; simply walking next to him. She`s in the midst of a personal war with herself, and if it weren`t for centuries of discipline, it would probably be playing out on her face. At last, she says, in an aqquiesant tone* I`ll admit I`ve missed you, too, Mar.
[08-20:27] 42a, *Zaron : Fuck it....* mutters to himself. As he approaches a gas station, he throws his cigarette into the street and heads towards it.*
[08-20:28] 1e8, ºLucreccia: *patting her face dry with a fluffy towel, she stares at him, brows raised* You think I want him to know? In all honesty, I haven`t decided yet. *moving to the door, she opens it for him as she throws a beaten duster over her shoulders*
[08-20:29] c71, *Elmster: .. mm.. I see..**he walks through the door**I need to shope.. I will be back.....**he exits quietly to the streets**
[08-20:31] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He smiles slightly, but hides it he walks along with his pack bumping along, hmm that aren't to awefully far from the park if he remembers it right.* How Have you been?
[08-20:32] 1e8, ºLucreccia : *she watches him go, baffled* Is there something the matter? You seem perturbed. *she follows him out the door; she hates to stay in, and is always seeking the hills or the beaches of this city when she can. She hates cities. She doesn`t know how much longer she`ll be able to bring herself to stay here*
[08-20:33] 42a, *Zaron : * As he heads towards the gas station, he pulls out his coin and looks it over once again. He no longer cares what it means. At the last minute before he reaches the gas station, he stops.* On second thought, perhaps I should keep walking. Don't want to freak anyone out. * Walks away from the gas station and continues down the same way he was going before.*
[08-20:33] c71, *Elmster : Yeah**he pauses a bit, but doesnt look to her**You are asamed of how your son is gay and how he fluants it. Well... Atleast he has pride twards his lover and doesnt hide who he is and what he loves**with this, he contiues to walk, looking for a store**
[08-20:34] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : Well enough. Alive, and that`s good enough most of the time. *as they round a corner, the park comes into view. Stopping at the crosswalk, she`s learned to wait for the little white man to tell her to cross before doing so, in this down. Cars come, literally, out of nowhere. Pushing the crosswalk button, she rises her head to look around and spots a familiar, if still new to her, face. Zaron. She waves, to try and catch his attention. She wants to know how he`s doing, and if his motel was suitable. Always checking up*
[08-20:36] 8a3, *Mark Morgan : *He Nods, waiting as well, then looks at where she'd waved, and hides a frown.*
[08-20:36] 1e8, ºLucreccia : I`m not ashamed of it. Nothing he could do would make me ashamed. I wish he`d take himself more carefully, however. This city is not nice, and it`s a far cry from the soft streets of Venice. I`m a concerned mother. Perhaps if you had children, you`d understand. *she shakes her head* Are you telling me you`re going to march up to the consul and say, `I`m marrying a Garou, there`s nothing you can do about it`?
[08-20:38] f01, ºLucien: *is not gay... just the person he happens to enjoy sleeping with currently happens to be male... for the record *wink* *
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[08-20:43] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (wb!)
[08-20:43] c71, *Elmster: **he whips about**Ofcoarse I would. I would Yell to the World That I love you Cause I do and if they disliked it.. I would just say "fuck you" cause no ones oppion matters but ours....**he sighs and turns, spotting a store, he walks in**
[08-20:44] c71, *Elmster: ((lol.... I got that now... heh))
[08-20:45] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (i think zaron disappeared`. i`ll post again.)
[08-20:46] 42a, *Zaron : (( Sorry, kinda zoned there.))
[08-20:46] 8a3, *Mark Morgan : darn
[08-20:46] 8a3, *Mark Morgan : )
[08-20:46] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (k ...)
[08-20:47] 42a, *Zaron : * Sees Zarshreiv waving out of the corner of his eye. Starts crossing the street towards her, not caring about cars. As he crosses, he calls out to her.* Hello there
[08-20:48] c71, *Elmster: ((dam.. I think that is the 1st time I have cursed with hell.. .that is sad..))
[08-20:49] 1e8, ºLucreccia : *she follows him inside, grabs him by the back of his coat, and with no difficulty at all, yanks him back out. Turning him towards her, she holds him by the lapels of his coat, expression fierce* Don`t play drama queen with me this time, Elmster. I know Eliza was in the bar the other night. I felt her clear as day. That`s not the kind of Taint you ignore, in my position. You didn`t make a very strong point of our relationship when you had the chance. The Primogen, I would think, would be one of those people to tell. My son is a little less important in the scheme of our worlds. He`s only human.
[08-20:51] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : I hope your motel was good enough. I just wanted to make sure that you were able to have the privacy you saught. *she reaches behind her and takes Mark`s hand, pulling him up to stand next to her. She wants him to know he`s not forgotten, and that she intends to spend her time with him. She doesn`t back out on anything she says. She said she`d go to the park, she`ll go to the park*
[08-20:52] c71, *Elmster: ...**he shakes his head**You want me to tell the Primagen.. I shall... And I did tell her. She knew I was distracted by love and I didnt talk to her at first... You may hear my words but not my thoughts......**he sighs again**
[08-20:53] 8a3, *Mark Morgan : *he gets pulled up and he smile at Zaron, nodding slightly ooo he has a demple*
[08-20:54] 42a, *Zaron : * Notices the man behind Zarshreiv and nods slightly to him. Looks at her again.* Yeah, it's good enough. They didn't ask any questions, no one disturbs me...no complains really...except for the group of Mexicans that were running around hysterically just as I was leaving my room.
[08-20:55] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : If it`s really that important to you, I`ll make a point of telling him the next time I see him. I`ll even invite my mother. But don`t expect anyone else to show up at our ceremony. I`m no one`s friend, these days. *she reaches up to caress his face; unappologetic for her temper, it`s a part of who she is* Listen to me. I`d die for you again like I did the first time, I would just like to have a bit of time with you before that actually happens. Do you understand? We didn`t have each other long enough last time. If we do this again, and there is the subsequent backlash of disapproval ... I just want the time we didn`t have, which is why I`m hesitant to broadcast our marriage so openly.
[08-20:55] 1e8, ºLucreccia : If it`s really that important to you, I`ll make a point of telling him the next time I see him. I`ll even invite my mother. But don`t expect anyone else to show up at our ceremony. I`m no one`s friend, these days. *she reaches up to caress his face; unappologetic for her temper, it`s a part of who she is* Listen to me. I`d die for you again like I did the first time, I would just like to have a bit of time with you before that actually happens. Do you understand? We didn`t have each other long enough last time. If we do this again, and there is the subsequent backlash of disapproval ... I just want the time we didn`t have, which is why I`m hesitant to broadcast our marriage so openly.
[08-20:58] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : There is that immigrant problem here. Though there`s hardly anything to be done about it. *she smiles and nods towards the park* I was simply making sure the accomidations were acceptable. If you`ll forgive me, we must be going. *she smiles goodbye, and tugs Mark into the park. Once there, she drops his hand and crosses her arms around her abdomen*
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[08-21:00] 42a, *Zaron : * Bows farewell. He crosses the street again, then continues in the direction he was going.*
[08-21:02] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *Wow, was his hand a hot potato? He walks with her into a deeper part, where its more naturey and you can see the sky actually, then he just plops down.*
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[08-21:05] 325, *Elmster: **he nods slowly**I know that.. and no.. its not that important to me.. if you wish not to tell anyone because you fear, so be it... But.. I would like to get to know your son. Not teling him ofcoarse**he smiles, kissing her gently on her cheek**Now.. Can I pleawse shop.. I am tired of wearing the same thing for over a week now..
[08-21:06] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she turns to him as he flops into the grass, relishing the smell of pine and dry soil. She studies him for a long moment* So why did you really come back here? Do you need something from us? *she doesn`t exactly trust him, not after the last time. She can`t wrap her mind around someone coming back just to `see` her. She keeps her arms around herself, as if to keep herself protected from his charm*
[08-21:08] 1e8, ºLucreccia : Feel free. I have a few things I need to take care of. *that`s right, she`s a busy woman. While she came to the city initially for Gerald, and Lucien, and now she`s made contact with local Elders that need her help* If you need me, just whisper into the wind. I`ll hear it. *she kisses his cheek and disappears, into the Umbra. It`s the fastest way for her to travel*
[08-21:09] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He looks up at her.* I've no need to be hear, the races are getting worse in this city, or so I hear from the bonegnawers, senseless fights are errupting... *He doesn't know why he's saying this exactly.* But no, I need nothing from the Family..... I.... really came here to see you...
[08-21:10] 325, *Elmster 
: **he nods and steps into the store, looking about vaguly. He realy hasnt changed his style sense he was embraced. His cloths, though he has many of them, are all the same. He smiles a bit*8A change may be good**He begins to perouse about teh store**
[08-21:13] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she shrugs* We are involved in little of that. The vampires and wolves and mages of this Family are not the kind that wage such sensless war. This city was borne in violence and shall die that way. So it has been for all of time. Violence begets itself, and it will never end. *she eases back onto the rough bark of a nearby tree for support, blue eyes lifting to view the smattering of visible stars in the sky. She doesn`t comment on his wanting to see her being genuine. After what she said to him the last time, she just can`t believe it*
[08-21:15] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He sighs nodding, then he stands regarding her.* of course..* he says gently after a moment, sighing.*
[08-21:16] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *his words having nothign to do with what she was saying*
[08-21:17] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : What`s wrong? *she eyes him, his lamentable nature has always prompted her softer side. She reaches out, beckoning to come closer, so she can take his hand again. She`s not entirely heartless. She smiles crookedly, looking apologetic* Did I misinterpret your words, dear? I have a habit of doing that.
[08-21:17] 325, *Elmster : *he picks out a couple of pairs of pants and shrits and walks into the dressing room, tyring every set on**hmm.. wish I woulda done this a century ago**he walks out, paying for everyting, inside of looser fitting jeans and a mesh black shirt. He smiles, looking about the streets**hmmm**he glances at his watch, then looks back up**He should be here soon....**he begins to walk to the apartment**
[08-21:19] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He looks into her eyes, smiling gently.* No love..... its just that you don't believe me.... but I truely mean it, and maybe you do you just won't let yourself believe it..* hes so close to her, emerald eyes intense*
[08-21:22] 1e8, ºLucreccia : *she lands on Gerald`s doorstep, her emotions in high swing. The father of her son, Gerald has her ear, and while being human, he knows what she is. Something about all that`s happened is grating at her nerves. She pounds on his door for several minutes, finally giving up when there`s no answer. Shit. And she really needed his advice on this. Turning, she stares out into the posh Manhattan street and wonders. Wonders, what the hell she`s doing with her life. Her second life*
[08-21:24] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she closes her eyes to keep from falling into his; the memories of their relationship before the fiasco rise in her mind, after so long stuffed away, teasing her with thoughts of pleasure and happiness and a long-forgotten sense of care-freeness. After a long moment, she smiles up to him, eyes rising to caress his face* Markus, you`re asking too much. I don`t know if I can do this again, so soon, or perhaps it`s been too long. This ... *she taps her heart, and his* ... is not something I expected to have again.
[08-21:25] 325, *Elmster : **He walks back out, his eyes scanning the Streets**Dam.. where is he.....**he walks to the park, where they are to meet*
[08-21:27] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *he very gently tempts to put his hand on her cheek, stroking.* He could go slower this time, but still be like we used to.. it was such good times wasn't it?
[08-21:28] 1e8, ºLucreccia : *sidestepping, she returns to the apartment. She has to work tomorrow; she has to make a trip to Reno and back in a day with a manuscript from a sept just outside the Reno area. Seeing as she despises modern transportation, that`ll mean using her gifts and her body. Undressing, she lays down to sleep*
[08-21:28] 1e8, ºLucreccia : *gone*
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[08-21:30] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : They were good times. I can`t lie about that. But times change, and even then, I was not burdened then as I am now. And yes, sometimes, it is a burden. These Children, sometimes they forget who they are, who I am ... Matria is not a thankful job, that`s for sure. *she leans into his caress, relishing the feel of flesh on flesh* This modern age makes me ache for times when it took months to cross a continent, not hours. I miss the simplicity of it.
[08-21:31] 1e8, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *pause*
[08-21:32] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: (*pausery*)
[08-21:33] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: (*lurks*)
[08-21:35] f01, ºEnvy: *falls to the ground in relief* I"M DONE WITH MY HUGE ECON PAPER! *is so happy she could cry*
[08-21:35] 325, *Elmster : ((yay.. and i finished my finals...))
[08-21:36] 42a, Lewis Moroder: * Is leaning against a tree. He's covered in head to toe in black. He doesn't look like a goth, but rather a small bit like an art fag.*
[08-21:36] 42a, *Zaron : ((* Claps*))
[08-21:36] f01, ºEnvy: ((still has one more paper, two final projects, and 3 exams to go, but this one was dreaded the most))
[08-21:37] 42a, *Zaron : ((* Hands you coffee*))
[08-21:37] f01, ºEnvy: aww, Eddie-pie (is an artfag herself) *thinks about ICness before getting on all of that*
[08-21:38] 42a, *Zaron : ((* Fuck, hands you the deed to the Columbia...not the collage, nor the city, but the country.*))
[08-21:38] f01, ºEnvy: where the hell did Manda and Lisha go?
[08-21:38] 325, *Elmster : **he looks up, standing, he walks over to Lewis**Finaly.. your a bit late you know
[08-21:39] 42a, Lewis Moroder: Yeah, sorry about that. You know what they say about public transportation here
[08-21:45] 325, *Elmster : **he nods*Its ok... So.. how do you want to do this.. I teach you and you teach me?... or you teach me and I embrace you.. its really your choice....
[08-21:47] 42a, Lewis Moroder: Well, lets see....you want to be alive for a day, I want to be dead for eternity. I like the second one. I teach you, you embrace me
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[08-21:50] 325, *Elmster : **he nods...**Have you writen down the path?
[08-21:50] f01, ºEnvy: *luffs on kitty*
[08-21:52] 8a3, *Kitty: *Luffs back*
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[08-21:52] 42a, Lewis Moroder: * Nods. * Of course....I mean, the human mind is so feeble it can only remember things for so long.
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[08-21:53] 325, *Elmster : **he smiles*8good.. then give me the book and we will be done with it....
[08-21:55] f01, *Kailynn Benson 
: *sits on the bed in her room. her hair is wet, hanging limply down her back. It had taken her a long time to wash it, since she could only use her palms, but now the tape around her fingers was wet and uncomfortable, as was the wrapping around her ribs. She just looks at her fingers. She had tried gnawing at it with her teeth, but that had only pulled on her fingers and made it hurt more. Maybe she should just break down and call room service, but... that's... humilating*
[08-21:55] 42a, Lewis Moroder: * Pulls out a small, brown leather bound book from an inside pocket in his jacket. Hands Elmster the book.*
[08-21:56] 325, *Elmster : **he smiles widely.**good.. good...Now... fallow me**he leads him to a secluded place in the park**
[08-21:57] 8a3, *Gian Rogue: *then there is a little key swipy noise, and a knock.. wrong order but yeah, then Gians head peeks in.* Hello?
[08-21:58] 42a, Lewis Moroder: * Follows him.*
[08-22:00] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *looks up, not seeming all that surprised* Hi. *what is this? she's even relieved to see him*
[08-22:01] 325, *Elmster : **when they are alone, he drains his blood, and then slits his wrist, alowing him to feed so to become a vampire**...
[08-22:02] 8a3, *Gian Rogue: *He smiles and enters with some sort of box.* I see you got a shower.. have a hard time?* he asks, coming over to sit by her.*
[08-22:03] 42a, Lewis Moroder: * Feeds when he is given the blood. Looks up at Elmster and nods thank you.*
[08-22:04] f01, *Kailynn Benson : yeah, but at least I did it on my own although it took... a very long time.
[08-22:06] 42a, Lewis Moroder: Now if you excuse me.....I need to be goin..
[08-22:07] 8a3, *Gian Rogue: *he nods, then looks at her bandages* they need changing?
[08-22:07] 325, *Elmster : **he grins**Your welcome**he opens the book and begins reading the path of motrality*8Aye... go**he wanders back to the bench and sits, reading**((damm.. manda is gonna.. aint se...
[08-22:08] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *nods, holding her hands up, as if he needed visual aid* they're all gross from being wet.
[08-22:08] 42a, Lewis Moroder: * Just simply walks away casually, as if though nothing has happened.*
[08-22:09] 8a3, *Gian Rogue: well I can fix* he holds up box*
[08-22:09] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *narrows her eyes a little, but smiles* What's that?
[08-22:11] 42a, *Zaron : * Finally has reached the train station he got off at last night. Mutters to himself.* Been walking down this damned street forever now, and I've yet to find a bar. I mean, come on. I know this is LA. There has got to be a place to drink here
[08-22:11] 8a3, *Gian Rogue: aid kit *he answers opening it to show her all sorts of mending goodies and ointment*
[08-22:12] 325, *Elmster : **he smiles, reading quickly**Ahh.. I hope she will enjoy her gift...
[08-22:13] f01, *Kailynn Benson : You just... carry this around? *still smiling as she peers into the box*
[08-22:15] 8a3, *Gian Rogue: well no...... I brought it incase you neededlooks like you do
[08-22:17] 325, *Elmster : *He goes back to the apartment and begins to read, learning the path quickly** **gones**
[08-22:17] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Well, you know... I am the worlds only walking mummy *not true, but she doesn't know that. She sets her hands on his leg*
[08-22:18] 8a3, *Gian Rogue: *he runs a free hand over then gently, then takes out little scissors and deftly cuts the tape.*
[08-22:19] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Ow *her hand flinches, but doesn't move. she doesn't want to be cut.*
[08-22:22] 8a3, *Gian Rogue: 8he does it gently, then gets the alcohol out and swipes it, it helps eat the adhesive....* did you sleep alright?
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[08-22:23] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Better, yes. It was strange being alone, but... *just shrugs, apparently finished with the sentance*
[08-22:24] f01, *Kailynn Benson : (*snuggles cookie*)
[08-22:25] a25, *Cookie Monster: *huggles for all, extra special snuggling for Mistress Envy*
[08-22:25] 8a3, *Gian Rogue: *he nods* yeah....* he waits for a moment then temps the tape off, slowly, adding alcohol when neeeded*
[08-22:29] a25, *Cookie Monster: Cause alcohol makes everything better!
[08-22:29] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *she doesn't ask about the assassin, mostly because part of her doesn't want to know. She doesn't want to admit that she's involved in killing someone, she watches him doctor up her fingers, soft and still a little bruised from being hit and broken* Thanks for coming by
[08-22:31] 8a3, *Gian Rogue: *he puts lotions on them rubbing as gentle as he can.* no problem
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[08-22:52] a25, *Cookie Monster: ((aww, where'd envy go?))
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[09-00:20] aa7, Promethius Kushiel: (eeta wooda*looks around*what no body here?)
[09-00:24] aa7, Promethius Kushiel: *le poof*
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[09-12:36] 8a3, *Gian Rogue: (*lurky*)
[09-12:41] a20, ºLucreccia: (IS HERE!)
[09-12:42] 8a3, *Gian Rogue: hehehe)
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[09-12:53] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *he very gently tempts to put his hand on her cheek, stroking.* He could go slower this time, but still be like we used to.. it was such good times wasn't it?
[09-12:54] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: They were good times. I can`t lie about that. But times change, and even then, I was not burdened then as I am now. And yes, sometimes, it is a burden. These Children, sometimes they forget who they are, who I am ... Matria is not a thankful job, that`s for sure. *she leans into his caress, relishing the feel of flesh on flesh* This modern age makes me ache for times when it took months to cross a continent, not hours. I miss the simplicity of it.
[09-12:56] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: Then why don't you let yourself have the simplicity? go away to vienna like we did, out in the country, I still have my vineyards and home.... escape for a bit... *his hand though rough is gentle, cool, and gentle... so familar*
[09-13:00] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: Oh, Mark ... I can`t. I just can`t do it. A reunion is trying to form itself. I can feel it. There have been too many things going on as of late. It`s nearly time for another Meeting. *she reaches up, closing her hand around his against her cheek. Impulsively, she turns to kiss his palm, her lips as soft and plush as they were then. She remembers, even now, every line imbedded in his palm. More memories stir and the faintest of shivers courses through her* I wish you could understand my position more.
[09-13:03] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: But I do understand, my chyldren have been so antsy lately, its been hard to keep them in line.... but even I know when its time for a break... Even Matria needs a break Zar..... you'll be at the breaking point if you don't ...* he leans his face close to hers, now this is more than just for him, this is for her, he cares, she could see it, and feel it.*
[09-13:07] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *she turns her face so that her lips rest lightly against the side of his mouth. Her voice is soft, throaty. He`s doing it to her again, and she doesn`t understand how! She`s so resitant to everyone and everything else. He smiles, even if just in her memory, and she hardly remembers herself* Markus ... the family always has and always will come first. Until I die, or until Roshaler decides he thinks he can run things better, I am stuck. *she slides away from him, and starts for a pond not terribly distant from them, fishing a quarter out of her purse for the duck feeder*
[09-13:13] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He doesn't and won't accept that, he grabs her by the shoulders, more mid arm, turning her to him.* you've always been so stubborn.* his hands are firm but she could break away so easy, hes done this before when she flipantly tried to leave the vineyard, but he always got his way, his charm and care for her always at elast then, pulled through.* you're only stuck if you let yourself, why not a week? or even three days... the Famil can do wthout the Matria for that short a time..* And like the first time she'd met him he kissed her forhead so gently, but it burned with his passion, even if his lis where vampic cool*
[09-13:20] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: And three days turned into nearly three months last time! Don`t you see? Once I give in to you, I`ll be as absent-minded as a leader as any there was, and I will not wish to return to my duties. It took me years to get back into the swing of things after ... the last time. I can`t do that again. Please, Mark, do you think I want to say no? Of course not ... *she remains held in his arms, her red hair straggling into her face from his little shake; the feel of his lips on her skin, even her forehead, makes her quaver inside, and waver in her resolve* I don`t want to say no, but I`m obligated to.
[09-13:24] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: but are you really? *he ducks his head down, his eyes level with hers, his breath on her, chocolate... hmm..... His eyes are intense on hers.* Last time was so much different from now, I didn't know the Family.. but I do... and its so selfish of them, Family... its a whole selfless community is what its 'posed to be..* His accent gets thicker, rolling back into that old english lord lang.*
[09-13:29] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *She considers. Creator knows how much they take adavantage of her; how much she lets them. How they leech her time and her resources. She gazes into his emerald gaze, searching. He really is here for her, isn`t he? She wonders why she is always so mistrusting. The family, more than likely. After the first few millenia, it gets rediculous. The Mortals are the worst; there`s always more being born, some dying, and having to take care of all of their human needs is sometimes revolting. She pushes her petite self onto her tip toes and presses her lips to his; though lacking real heat, her old desire flames to life. Murmuring against his mouth,* All right. A few days. And Vienna would be nice.
[09-13:42] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He waits patiently as she thinks, then rewarded with the kiss..... and more so the words, he is extatic, he wraps his arms around her and picks her up, growling joyously.* good, you'll finally get the treatment you so need!
[09-13:46] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *she laughs, having fogotten his playful nature, startled by being lifted from her feet* Markus! Put me down! Goodness, what I sight we`ll make if someone were to see this! They might think you have misguided intentions! *she drops a sultry wink, laughing, as she circles her arms over his shoulders lightly* Why are you so good to me, Markus? I`ve always wondered.
[09-13:49] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He laughs boyishly.* hmm I might have those too....* he winks back, kissing her nose cutely, his dimple showing on his right cheek*...... you've never guessed? *he asks seriously at her question, not letting her down though*
[09-13:53] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *she shakes her head. In the times when she was a young mortal woman, you did not marry or have love, you mated to propogate the species, and perhaps that mentality still exists. He was one of the first to show her what it could be like with affection and caring, but even now, she remains baffled by the expression "I love you", or what exactly love is, or is supposed to feel like. Mortal movies of perfection don`t help her perception, and she often dismisses them as poppycock*
[09-14:00] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He smiles slightly nuzzling at her..* I'd like to spend the rest of my exsistance with you Zar...... thats why....* He says finally, moving his mouth to hers*
[09-14:02] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*Peers.*)
[09-14:05] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: 8huygs ,_otuhq
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[09-14:08] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*..blinks.*)
[09-14:08] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (that was supposed to be ... *hugs month* but the baby attacked the keyboard. He`s happy with juice and a cookie now.)
[09-14:09] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: aww)
[09-14:09] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (come and play, moth! please?)
[09-14:10] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (Who would I play with at the moment?)
[09-14:10] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she blinks a moment, but eases into the kiss softly, if only for a moment. Rather too quickly, she weasles her way out of his arms* I have to go back to the offiices for the rest of the night, at least, and get things in order before we go. *she eyes him* I have to do that much, at least.
[09-14:11] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (me and mark. of course, brigham wouldn`t like mark very much, because he tried to turn one the of twelve`s children into a vampire, and that`s breaking the Family Law. Wouldn`t that be a fun interaction? *kills her picture*)
[09-14:11] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: (*whimpers thinking of the last time moth was asked to play and she was around*)
[09-14:12] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (without death. no killing. not this time.)
[09-14:13] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*..can just imagine the flames he could invoke enfulfing Mark.*)
[09-14:13] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*Shifty eyes.*)
[09-14:14] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *he grins, floppy* of course.... I wouldn't have you just drop things... I'm not that demanding..... most of the time *he smiles, hands in his pockets*
[09-14:14] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: (manda he's torturing me!)
[09-14:15] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (You want Heath Ledger added to the taken avatar thread?)
[09-14:15] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she hooks a thumb back towards the officies* Shall we, then? I don`t know how interested you`ll be about sticking around, but you can walk me back, can`t you?
[09-14:15] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (no fire this round, at least! just highly tense interaction. *nodnod*)
[09-14:16] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: yes thanks ^_^ ) *He nods and then offers her his arm... thats his way, and he can't stop smiling.*
[09-14:17] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[09-14:19] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *he`s lovely when he smiles, and she takes his arm with relish. Another old custom, which in the real long-term scheme of her existence, is still relatively new* Will we be flying? Would you like me to make the arrangements?
[09-14:21] MSG: Brigham Kushiel sent a message to Zarshreiy Kushiel.
[09-14:21] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: actually...* he says..... grinning sheepishly* I have it worked out... *he ambles, taking in the scenery as they walk, been many many years since hes been here.*
[09-14:23] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Moth.
[09-14:24] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[09-14:25] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she eyes him, mouth twisting into a frown* Now, how could you have been sure I would have aqquiesced? That`s a bit arrogant and presumptuous of you.
[09-14:26] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *he bursts out laughing.* Ha! sorry... actually I have a private jet..... *he gives her a side glance* it seems mind reading is good for finding old treasures and finding wanted people...
[09-14:27] MSG: moth sent a message to Zarshreiy Kushiel.
[09-14:27] MSG: moth sent a message to Zarshreiy Kushiel.
[09-14:27] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : And whose mind did you ravage to discover where in the world I was, hm? *she eyes him sidelong, serious suddenly* You know I hate that kind of thing. It just seems so wrong, unless it`s vastly neccesary. To rape the mind of an unsuspecting soul.
[09-14:28] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Moth.
[09-14:28] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: actually, I just had to feel you.. it seems I always know where you are.
[09-14:31] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she reaches up, stroking her neck. She remembers the first time he took her blood from her; in a moment of anger, if she recalls, not long after the Fiasco of Charles; in an act to try and keep her with him* My blood is old, Markus. Ancient and thick and heavy in my veins. It is no wonder you retained the connection, even after so long. *she shakes her head* Hence why I never give my blood, and have yet to make a Chylde of mine own. I would never be alone, and the power that might manifest after having my blood ... well, I knew you could handle it. Others might not have. Another reason, you see, I throw myself into the Family. It spares me growing attatched to someone that will die on me.
[09-14:32] MSG: moth sent a message to Zarshreiy Kushiel.
[09-14:33] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : All right, that`s fine. We`ll stay about, as long as Lish can. Drake is being remarkably well-tempered for now, so I should be around for a while yet.
[09-14:33] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Moth.
[09-14:35] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: you don't have that problem with me.* he answers stopping and turning to her, arms still some linked.* Think, I care so much for you.... I want the rest of my exsistance to be with you.... its been so torturous to know you, and feel everything of you and not be able to be with you....
[09-14:39] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she stops, sighing. She really is clueless about how to respond* You know I`m fond of you, my darling. I care for you. Truly told, not a day went by I didn`t think of you since that disaster. But my existence has been long, Markus, longer than you can really know or imagine. I cannot promise I will want to be around you for the rest of it, or that you`ll feel the same. Such words just seem so rash. Forgive me.
[09-14:44] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *he smiles, oh yes its somewhat hurtful, but he's lived long enough to know these things, hes not a mew just turn.* Yes I realize that.... *he says after a long pause* but as you told me long ago, you never understood 'I Love You' so I prefer to be with you the rest of my ...... life so to speak... I've lived.. what... 1600 years? of course not as old as you.* he winks* but old enough to figure the risks, I won't tire.. and I know it....... *he shrugs*
[09-14:46] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : Well, grant me your good grace, and allow me time to come to the same conclusion, hm? *she smiles and raises his hand to her lips* Perhaps I`ll end up feeling the same way. Just be patient. Please?
[09-14:47] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *he smiles* I'm patient *he smirks* as you well know....... *he reaches down and kisses her, he doesn't want his hand kissed he wants him to be kissed.. its been so long*
[09-14:50] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *another startled moment before she eases against him, pushing a bit closer; her lips press to his in a willing, open, hungry kiss. Her hands rest lightly on his waist*
[09-14:51] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *his arms wrap around her, hes longed for her, damnit shes so intoxicating its almost to much for the poor guy*
[09-14:53] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *but just as quickly as he gets comfortable holding her, she pulls back away, starting back off towards the office after clearing her throat* Plenty of time for that once we`re in Vienna, dear.
[09-14:55] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: Gah! you've always been like this! *he calls after her, throwing up his hands and grring at the sky, then tromping after her*
[09-14:57] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : Been like what? *she smiles impishly; she knows what she`s doing to him. And secretly, she thrills at being a tease and playing the game. She laughs, a golden, sweet sound that shivers through the dank and empty streets*
[09-14:59] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He rushes up and catches her around the waist* oh you know what you're being like! and you love doing it! *he whispers in her ear, his voice a deep husk like always, he loves her laugh, and with her caught around the wist he picks her up and starts walking like that*
[09-15:01] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she beats playfully at his arms around her waist, wiggling and kicking to get herself free* Oh, now put me down, Markus! For Creator`s sake! *she continues to laugh, almost giggle, his mood and attitude infectious, and quite a fresh breath of air after so long without much more than a polite smile for her business partners* Mark!
[09-15:03] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: What'll you give me? *he asks, kissing her neck sweetly, one of his fingers tickling at her waist.. oh he can be mean, deliciously so*
[09-15:06] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *She shrieks; one unfortunate thing she has never lost is her sensitive skin, which tickles easily, and his tease at her waist and neck sends her into a riotous fit of laughter and wiggling; so very unlike the prim, proper businesswoman and Matria of the Family!* Oh, Markus, please! This is horrid of you! I can`t take it! *breathlessly, she continues to fight. She could escape his arms easily enough, but it might require breaking them, and so she restrains herself* What do you want? I don`t have much to give you!
[09-15:11] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: Well..* he licks her neck gently.* I'll think of something....* he mumbles then sets her down gently, of how he remembers her carefreeness now... how beautiful she was, and still is*
[09-15:14] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she shivers and barely restrains a groan as his tongue makes its pass; Creator, she has missed him. It was always so easy to be around him. And to think, they met fighting over a mortal they both wanted to suck dry. She turns to him, suddenly, and presses herself rather close* Bite me? Let me bite you ... I`ve missed the chocolate of your blood.
[09-15:16] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He grins broadly, and bends to her, bumping his forehead to hers gently, and tilting his head slightly, his pearl neck bared for her, those scars of her fangs still there, he'd never let them heal*
[09-15:18] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she traces the scars briefly with her fingers before lowering her mouth and breaking open his skin once again; hot blood spurts into her mouth and she restrains from swallowing, savouring his essence, tongue plugging the fine holes she`s made with her exquisite, pristine fangs. She reaches and pulls her hair off her shoulders, her snow-white skin shimmering, beckoning*
[09-15:23] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: *He shuddered as she bit him, it was just as before, and at that moment she knew everything he knew, his whole span of exsistance there before her... Once over, hes healed easily, and he sighs, so brief... Then he bends to her lush and beautiful neck, his catlike fangs grazing her skin before bitig that choice area, the blood moving to his tongue and filling his mouth quickly, hes missed her.. missed that blood so much. he licks her neck, then kisses it.. closing his eyes*
[09-15:24] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: (*pause*)
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[09-18:31] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *test*
[09-18:31] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *test*
[09-18:32] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *test* Hehehehehe ... *steals good old Morguline`s color ... shifty eyes*
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[09-18:42] aca, ºmoth: *..strangles you for even mentioning that name.*
[09-18:43] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *loves Prescott, so mleh! Will be back soon*
[09-18:43] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: aww no fair to the girl )
[09-18:44] aca, ºmoth: I don't mind Prescott, just have a strong aversion to that character.
[09-18:44] 8a3, *Mark Morgan: ahh yes... brb)
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[09-18:44] fe4, bunny: hello room
[09-18:45] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: Hey Bunny.
[09-18:45] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (Hey Bunny.)
[09-18:46] fe4, bunny: hi
[09-18:47] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (How are you this evening?)
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[09-18:52] f77, *Mark Morgan: *blink*)
[09-18:53] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (What?)
[09-18:54] f77, *Mark Morgan: *just growls for a while*)
[09-18:56] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*Pets.*)
[09-18:57] f77, *Mark Morgan: *little purr*)
[09-19:05] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*..ponders rp.*)
[09-19:07] f77, *Mark Morgan: (*waits for manda*)
[09-19:16] f01, ºEnvy: Ugh.. keanu
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[09-19:17] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (*drags Brigham and Mark into RP, RIGHT NOW*)
[09-19:18] f77, *Mark Morgan: (*will await Zar's post*)
[09-19:19] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*..stabs Envy.*)
[09-19:19] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *she pulls away again, without a word, or a sound, her face a cool blank. All of those memories ... she`s got so much in her head already; it will take her time now to sort them out. For now, as she starts silently back to the officies, she files Mark`s life into some unmarked filing cabinet*
[09-19:19] f77, *Mark Morgan: (*takes the blow for her*)
[09-19:20] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (*kills Mothy, glaring*)
[09-19:21] f77, *Mark Morgan: *He watches her walk for a moment, then he follows, silent, and serious now.... remembering her blood*
[09-19:21] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*..sidesteps certain death, backstabs Zar.*)
[09-19:23] f77, *Mark Morgan: (*stabs moths foot*)
[09-19:24] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*..stabbed in the foot even as he would drive his knife into the back of Saven's head, the other at the ready.*)
[09-19:25] f01, ºEnvy: *still ughs keanu and is disappointed at Moth*
[09-19:25] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (*just wants to play!*)
[09-19:26] f77, *Mark Morgan: (I wonder if moth actually has ever fought with knives..... I mean its not easy, especially with a switch blade... *okay shuts up and waits reply*)
[09-19:26] f01, ºEnvy: *has to write paper. possibly be in later so lurks*
[09-19:27] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*..has to eat dinner soon - and of course he has fought with knives, plastic knives that came with some fast food.*)
[09-19:28] f77, *Mark Morgan: (haha! *points laughing at moth*)
[09-19:31] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*Sneaks off for dinner.*)
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[09-19:31] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (gotta go again ... baby is up. i`ll be back as soon as i can be.)
[09-19:33] f01, ºEnvy: *could play*
[09-19:34] f77, *Mark Morgan: (*and waits..... alone... again*)
[09-19:34] f77, *Mark Morgan: ooo !)
[09-19:35] f01, ºEnvy: who'd you want, love? I think we have everyone paused, so lol take your pic
[09-19:37] f77, *Mark Morgan: heh erm....... Kailynn or Lucien...... *blinks.. can't choose*)
[09-19:39] f01, ºEnvy: how 'bout... Kailynn because I can play her the best when I'm distracted.
[09-19:40] f77, *Mark Morgan: alrighty. who start or continue?)
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[09-19:41] f01, ºEnvy: continue.
[09-19:43] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he puts lotions on them rubbing as gentle as he can.* no problem
[09-19:44] f77, *Mark Morgan: (*for chain*)
[09-19:46] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (*is here, but will let you two at it*)
[09-19:47] f01, *Kailynn Benson : You don't have to... *keeps her eyes down, watching him work.* I mean, you're not obligated or anything, but I appreciate it (*is HORRIDLY distracted, so if Lisha wants to ditch her or double up, will understand*
[09-19:49] f77, *Gian Rogue: (I want double!) *he shrugs* but I want to, so therefore I do
[09-19:52] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (NM. I have an asshole for a son. ^^;; Love him, but geeze! *goes*)
[09-19:52] f01, *Kailynn Benson : I'm glad that you do. *smiles and looks up at him briefly*
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[09-19:53] f01, *Kailynn Benson : ((lol cuz he's a man))
[09-19:53] f01, *Kailynn Benson : ((snuggles jessiepants))
[09-19:54] 2f2, Sylvie: ((.::snuggled, snuggles back::.))
[09-19:55] f77, *Gian Rogue: hehe) *he smiles at her a second and then gets more bandages, firm good ones and starts fixing her fingers.*
[09-19:56] f01, *Kailynn Benson : How long will they be broken? I've... never broken anything before.
[09-20:01] f77, *Gian Rogue: I donno.. I'm different beign....... *he snaps his mouth shut.... then siles slightly* uh heh I donno, I think you give them a couple more weeks and they'll be better.. * he wraps them up by twos but for the thumbs of course not to tight though.... then he sits back, looking for more bandages that need fixing*
[09-20:01] f77, *Gian Rogue: being... a ....... *^
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[09-20:07] f77, *Gian Rogue: (*lovingly mauls Zar*)
[09-20:07] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (*hugs jes, envy, and gian to smithers*)
[09-20:08] f77, *Gian Rogue: (can you play now?)
[09-20:08] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Good *sits uncomfortably. The bandages around her ribs need a good changing, but she's not going to bring that up* I um *how to avoid this. hm* I'm a little hungry.
[09-20:09] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (yes.)
[09-20:10] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *she turns, walking backwards, eyeing Markus curiously. While he gave her memories, she gave him nothing in her blood - such is her special gift, to deny all but the sustinence* Why the memories this time round, Mark? I wasn`t expecting that, that`s all.
[09-20:12] f77, *Gian Rogue: *He nods* what would you like? * he eyes her uncomfortableness*
[09-20:13] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Pizza.... I haven't had pizza.
[09-20:14] f77, *Mark Morgan: *He shrugs, looking at her, emerald eyes as always intense.* I.... * He just shrugs, he doesn't exactly know why.*
[09-20:14] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he smiles* what do you want on it? *hes such a meat lover*
[09-20:16] f01, *Kailynn Benson : anything but onions and pepperoni.
[09-20:17] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: It`s okay, really ... I just wasn`t expecting it. *she smiles softly, gleaming sweetly in the moonlight; hair a burning flame of eerie light against her startling pale skin. And it is her real color - back in the age of her birth, any color in nature was emulated. Lack of fresh genes in the modern age has limited it*
[09-20:18] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he nods and gets takout , not room service this time, ordering all but those two goodieneses*
[09-20:20] f77, *Mark Morgan: *he smiles slightly and then there they are at her office.*
[09-20:20] f77, *Mark Morgan: *erm hes also admiring her looks*^
[09-20:21] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *she stops infront of the doors that lead to the corridor and up the stairs to her suite of officies. She holds her hands out to him, beckoning, her smile beguiling* Come say goodnight, my darling.
[09-20:24] f77, *Mark Morgan: *he puts his pack which had been on his shoulder the whole tim down and moves to her, looking down at her kindly, loving, its so clear as it had been all those centuries ago..*
[09-20:25] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *yeah. Looks great... she's a total mess* I'm going to gain a hundred pounds sitting around in here eating junk food. *she doesn't sound worried about it, just stating a fact*
[09-20:28] f77, *Gian Rogue: I doubt it *he answers, putting the phone up and turning to her again.* by the way, just to let you know its been taken care of......
[09-20:29] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *she smiles up at him, circling her arms around his shoulders. She basks in the warmth of his love, and laughs faintly* I do think I can love you, my darling, I truly do. Nothing so good as you has ever happened to me; I`m eternally grateful.
[09-20:32] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *just looks at him for a moment as if she doesn't know what he's talking about, but she does*
[09-20:32] f77, *Mark Morgan: *He laughs gently, the only touch is his forhead to hers. He sighs gently, feeling as if maybe it will work out right, now, even if he'd had doubt before..*
[09-20:33] f77, *Gian Rogue: *and he doesn't explain himself anymore than that.* So, lift up your shirt..... *he says, meaning about he wants to see bandages*
[09-20:34] f01, *Kailynn Benson : I'm... no *it's totally out of context so she doesn't know what he means, plus... she's in a robe*
[09-20:36] f77, *Gian Rogue: (okay means open robe and all) *he laughs slightly* I figure you have bandages.... I just want to check on them... I'm not that much of a perv. *he smiles cutely.*
[09-20:36] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *she kisses him lightly, then slips from his arms* Find me here tomorrow night, when you`re ready to go. I`ll be ready. *she slides inside the doors, and to keep him from coming after him locks them soundly behind her. Blowing a kiss through the glass, she disappears into the darkness of the corridor*
[09-20:38] f77, *Mark Morgan: *aww damnit, he thinks...... but he can wait, hes so very good at that, he picks up his pack and heads out, he'll be waiting for her tomorrow*
[09-20:40] f01, *Kailynn Benson : I'm sure you're not *rolls her eyes, but she turns her back to him, opening and lowering the robe slowly. She's bandaged from just above her waist to the bottom of her shoulder blades*
[09-20:41] f77, *Gian Rogue: *He touches them slightly* okay.. you need fresh...* gets those siccors and at the middle of her back he cuts in one movement.*
[09-20:44] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *her back straightens and her eyes widen when she feels the scissors* What are you doing?
[09-20:44] f77, *Gian Rogue: cutting bandages, you need fresh.........
[09-20:48] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *just stands, wide eyed. A little too stunned to protest or consent. It's not like he's never seen her naked or anything, but things are just a little different anymore. her back and ribs are still bruised like her fingers from the breaking*
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[09-20:51] f77, *Gian Rogue: *but he doesn't see it any odd way, he just removes them form her and gets ointment, moving it along her back and sides.* if you want me to stop its okay, but I'm trying to help is all. *he says after a moment*
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[09-20:54] f01, *Kailynn Benson : I know you are. *she trembles slightly, trying to control it but can't totally*
[09-20:56] f77, Mordred La Fey: *Mordred opens his door and pops out, closing the door to his hotel room as he does, putting the key in his pocket and patting his pockets to make sure everything he needs is there..*
[09-20:57] f77, *Gian Rogue: *He does this very slowly making it quick in her front slightly and then finds more bandages*
[09-20:58] f77, *Gian Rogue: (I need Mordred regged)
[09-20:58] f01, *Kailynn Benson : (*eyes Manda* would you?)
[09-20:58] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: *she happens to be leaving her hotel room at the same time, and while she usually doesn`t survey for men, Mordred catches her eye, if only for his great height. Propriety demanding, she smiles and greets him* Evening.
[09-20:58] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: (Sure thing!)
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[09-20:59] f01, *Kailynn Benson : How does it look, Doc? *an attempt to lighten the situation*
[09-21:00] f77, Street Urchin: *and boy is he tall 6' 4", he looks to her with peircing blue eyes, then smiles slightly.* Evening Ma'am...
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[09-21:01] aa7, *Elmster: *hrmmm..**
[09-21:01] f77, *Mordred La Fey: *and boy is he tall 6' 4", he looks to her with peircing blue eyes, then smiles slightly.* Evening Ma'am...
[09-21:02] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: Ma`am? Now, you make me feel older than I am by saying that. *she extends her hand to shake*
[09-21:02] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: (do you want luc, Elm?)
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[09-21:02] aa7, *Elmster: ((if yer busy.. Im ok...))
[09-21:02] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: (nope, it`s fine.)
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[09-21:03] a20, ºLucreccia: (post first please, elm.)
[09-21:05] aa7, *Elmster: **he wakes, kissing Luc apon her cheek**Evening...**he yawns a bit, very tired from sudding while she slept last night. He sits up and strechs**
[09-21:06] a20, ºLucreccia: *she turns over in the sheets and smiles at him; she`s in no hurry to go anywhere; she only just climbed into bed two hours previously. The trip to Reno took longer than she thought, and she is genuinely tired* Evening, dear.
[09-21:07] aa7, *Elmster: ((brb..))
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[09-21:09] f77, *Mordred La Fey: (okay back..... )
[09-21:11] f77, *Mordred La Fey: *he laughs slightly.* southern upbringing, hard to break *he answers taking her hand in his large cool one*
[09-21:11] f77, *Gian Rogue: *He smiles slightly.* well its on the mend *he answers gently touching the bruises and such*
[09-21:12] a20, ºLucreccia: I`m Melisande Sharizhai. And you? My, aren`t you just the sweetest thing? *she simpers, her own voice taking on the faintest hint of Georgian bell accent*
[09-21:14] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: I`m Melisande Sharizhai. And you? My, aren`t you just the sweetest thing? *she simpers, her own voice taking on the faintest hint of Georgian bell accent*
[09-21:15] f77, *Mordred La Fey: *He smiles* Mordred, La Fey..* his southern accent is Louisiana, maybe creole, maybe cajun, who knows yet..* You been here long love? *he asks*
[09-21:16] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: A few weeks. Dismal place. Where`s the hospitality, hm? It`s severely lacking. The South could teach the west some manners, I daresay. And yourself?
[09-21:16] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *flinches away from his fingers, more startled than in any kind of pain. Then she feels stupid, so she tries to pretend it didn't happen* That's good news. *looks over her shoulder and smiles uncomfortably*
[09-21:18] f77, *Mordred La Fey: *He nods* oh I agree..* he pauses, then leans back his hands in his pockets* ahh no more than a week or so..
[09-21:19] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he nods* okay, well lets get these bandages on shall we? *he says, starting to unravel some, getting it right and starting gently but snuggly to fit them around her....... yes if you want to know he'd been studying for RN ... but then..... all the other were laughed... : P *
[09-21:20] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: Good. Don`t stay here long. This city corrupts faster than I`ve ever seen. *she smiles sweetly* Are you hungry? I was just stepping out for a bite to eat. Care to join me? My treat.
[09-21:21] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *her back straightens... she knows the drill* is your friend alright?
[09-21:22] f77, *Mordred La Fey: of course, how could I resist such a tempting companion? *he says, winking adorably so.* but.. I insist on treating you
[09-21:23] f77, *Gian Rogue: yes.. perfectly so.* he says wrapping her up*
[09-21:24] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: My, how nice to have southern gentry around! If you insist, then I certainly cannot deny you, good sir. *she offers her arm, her smile broad and inviting, her sapphire gaze warm. How nice to have such companionable company!*
[09-21:25] f01, *Kailynn Benson : At least nobody else was hurt, then. *she strangely doesn't feel as relieved as she thought she would*
[09-21:25] f77, *Mordred La Fey: *He tucks her arm with his.* where would you like to dine? *he asks, oh such a show, but this was the southern way.. how much so... *
[09-21:26] f77, *Gian Rogue: yeah....... if its any comfort since you know he was a vampire.. he was already dead when he was turned.* he says, wrap wrap*
[09-21:27] aa7, *Elmster: (back,, sorry.. women on the phone...))
[09-21:27] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: (what a burden for you, elm!) *she shrugs* There`s a restuarant here in the hotel. Is that good enough? I wasn`t planning on going far, but if you`d like to see somewhere else, then I`m fine with that, Mr. La Fey
[09-21:28] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *guesses he means emotionally dead* He would have to have been. *looks over her shoulder again, then back out the window* I'm sorry about your sister.
[09-21:28] a20, ºLucreccia: (it`s your post, too.)
[09-21:30] aa7, *Elmster: ((hey.. dont be so snipy))**he grins, standing up, he walks slowly over to the closet, finally having his chioce of clothing to wear**Ohhh... I has a surprise for you.....**he glances to a leather bound book on the corner table**
[09-21:31] f77, *Gian Rogue: *He smiles gently.* thanks... * he finishes wrapping her and puts soft med tape to hold it, then lets her put the robe back on.* that okay?
[09-21:31] a20, ºLucreccia: (psh! *raspberries*)
[09-21:32] aca, ºmoth: *..sneaks back in all stealthy like.*
[09-21:32] f77, *Mordred La Fey: oh whatever you like my beauty, it suits me all the same.. * he answers.* oh and call me Mordred, I insist... *charm*
[09-21:32] f01, *Kailynn Benson : ((my vegan just brought me brownies and her coffee maker!!))
[09-21:32] a20, ºLucreccia: *stretching over to his side of the bed, she snatches up the book and begins to thumb through it, eyes widening* Where did you get this? I thought it was only legend! *she continues to read, gloweirng over the cryptic words*
[09-21:33] a20, ºLucreccia: (OMG! *collapses on the vegan with big hugs* Tell her I think she is the MOSt amazing creature!)
[09-21:34] aa7, *Elmster: **he smiles**Nope... I had the Dhampire write it down for me... its the Path of Mortality....**he slips on a pair of black dress pants and a long sleeve blood red shirt**
[09-21:35] a20, ºLucreccia: *she turns onto her back, watching him dress, her naked flesh hidden only partially by their black silk sheets* And what are you dressing up about?
[09-21:35] f77, *Gian Rogue: (whee!)
[09-21:35] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: (Moth! Are you coming in to play? I`m going to statch Zar in here.)
[09-21:37] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *nods, pulling the robe up* Yeah. it's fine.
[09-21:37] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: (READ: http://content.health.msn.com/content/article/97/104268.htm?printing=true)
[09-21:37] aa7, *Elmster: **he shrugs a bit**No reason.. jsut happy with the change in clothing.. thats all**he leaves the top buttons left open and turns, walking back to the bed he crawls in**I was suddening the path all last night and I almost have it down....Basicly I wanted to give you something no Other Vampire could ever...**he holds her hand within his**A wedding in the day time...
[09-21:38] f01, *Kailynn Benson : (*already read this and put it on TCR's board!*)
[09-21:38] aa7, *Elmster: ((... placibos are great...))
[09-21:39] f77, *Gian Rogue: okay *and just in time, the pizza is hereee!, he goes and gets the door and gets the pizza and drinks, he demanded straws and pays the the dude then comes back* pizza!
[09-21:39] a20, ºLucreccia: *stares at him, before a gush of tears straggle down her cheeks. She throws her arms around his neck and kisses his throat* You are wonderful! I can`t believe you`d go through all of this trouble ... just for me.
[09-21:40] aca, ºmoth: ..that's awesome.
[09-21:40] aca, ºmoth: And yes, I plan to play at some point.
[09-21:40] f77, *Gian Rogue: (*would never be a mortal for someone...*)
[09-21:41] aa7, *Elmster: **he nods slowly, a iramovable smile sreads on his face as his eyes become a bit mysty**I thought you would enjoy it.....
[09-21:41] a20, ºLucreccia: (*just dies* but when? *whines, with no shame*)
[09-21:42] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *her stomach instinctively growls and she puts a hand over it as if with would stiffle the noise. She hasn't eaten since the last time he was here* Perfect timing. my stomach is about ready to eat itself
[09-21:42] aa7, *Elmster: ((he becomes a mortal for a day... nothing horrible but it takes will.. which sucks fora tremere for people who play them...))
[09-21:43] a20, ºLucreccia: You`re right! Oh, Elmster! I`m just ... floored. Just floored. Thank you, so much! *she kisses him vigorously, intensely, her love surmounted in the kiss*
[09-21:44] MSG: Lucreccia sent a message to Elmster.
[09-21:44] aa7, *Elmster: ((pic..))
[09-21:45] a20, ºLucreccia: (no go here, elm.)
[09-21:45] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he laughs and pops a straw in the drink, and then opens the pizza box after siting on the bed, then hands it to her, her fingers are bandaged such she can manage that*
[09-21:45] MSG: Elmster sent a message to Lucreccia.
[09-21:46] aa7, *Elmster: ((yeah.. damm... oo well... I need to go anyways.. did what I needed to...See ya...))
[09-21:46] MSG: Lucreccia sent a message to Elmster.
[09-21:46] a20, ºLucreccia: (Bye!)
[09-21:50] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*..tests profile and avatar images with someone other than Keanu to see if Envy approves.*)
[09-21:50] NICK: Lucreccia changed nick to Zarshreiy Kushiel.
[09-21:52] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *but she can't bend her fingers, so it's hard regardless. She tries, and if he's patient, she succeeds at getting pizza*
[09-21:52] f01, *Kailynn Benson : ((OOOO Stephen! MUCH better))
[09-21:52] f77, *Gian Rogue: *oh yes he is, and he waits and such... *
[09-21:53] f77, *Gian Rogue: (*waits to be called into more play*)
[09-21:53] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *looks quite pleased with herself as she takes a bite*
[09-21:53] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*test*)
[09-21:53] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: (*test*)
[09-21:53] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (Perfect. *Smirks.*)
[09-21:53] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: (*chews moth`s picture*)
[09-21:54] a20, ºMelisande.Sharizhai: (play now?)
[09-21:54] EXIT: Melisande.Sharizhai has left the chat ( 7:54pm, December 09 (CST) ).
[09-21:54] JOIN: Zarshreiy Kushiel has entered.
[09-21:54] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (Do you want me to upload your image? *Eyes the broken link.*)
[09-21:55] MSG: Brigham Kushiel sent a message to Zarshreiy Kushiel.
[09-21:55] f77, *Gian Rogue: *looks pleased to as he stuffs his face*
[09-21:55] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (Would you?)
[09-21:56] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (Sure. But you'll have to send me the link.)
[09-21:57] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (Nevermind.)
[09-21:58] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v216/mothy87/RPG/Zar.jpg)
[09-21:58] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Alton Wraith.
[09-21:59] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[09-21:59] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: WTF?
[09-21:59] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *sighs*
[09-22:01] f77, *Gian Rogue: (*blink*)
[09-22:01] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[09-22:02] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[09-22:02] MSG: Brigham Kushiel sent a message to Zarshreiy Kushiel.
[09-22:03] MSG: Brigham Kushiel sent a message to Zarshreiy Kushiel.
[09-22:03] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[09-22:03] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[09-22:04] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Gian Rogue.
[09-22:04] MSG: Brigham Kushiel sent a message to Zarshreiy Kushiel.
[09-22:05] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[09-22:05] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: I`m Going to clear the chat.
[09-22:05] Chat cleared by Zarshreiy Kushiel.
[09-22:06] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *takes a huge bite, just the happiest girl. Her cheeks puff out, full of food*
[09-22:06] f77, *Gian Rogue: *and he munches and puts her drink within lip reach for the straw, taking a sip of his own.*
[09-22:09] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *it`s been a few hours since her departure with Mark, and she is bent over yet another letter of personal correspondance. Her evenlopes, paper, and even her handwriting is known to everyone in the Family; there isn`t once person who hasn`t recieved at least a dozen letters throughout the years from her, and this one is going out to Stephanor. Lord knows who exactly where he is, but that`s what her personal courier is for. She can find anyone in the Family, anytime, if she wishes it. She savors that knowledge, that particular kind of power, but does not abuse it. She dips her pen into the crystal inkwell, which refracts the soft ceiling lights, and shatters sapphire shadows across her massive desk. She can`t wait until tomorrow, a plane to Vienna, with Markus. What a welcome break*
[09-22:12] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *she sips, totally pigging out. having no dignity*
[09-22:14] f77, *Gian Rogue: *and he is with her*
[09-22:15] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *grins so happily*
[09-22:17] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he wipes his mouth, after a second.. god hes a pig*
[09-22:18] f01, *Kailynn Benson : You're keeping me a life.
[09-22:19] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he laughs* well I am to please
[09-22:20] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: *Indeed, he had received more than a few of those personal correspondence through the years, though he had rarely been very hard to find as he preferred to live among the mortals of the world with which he could identify much more easily than with the other immortals the world over - having a particular distaste for Kindred outside the family, an aversion for which he had more than a few reasons, for blood as rich as that which coursed through the blood of both he and his children was something to be savored by their kind, and he had been forced to extinguish almost as many among their ranks as letters he had received over the years; he quite capable of taking care of himself despite what those in the upper echelon of the family might believe - but they would come to regret the way that they had underestimated him and the other who ranked among the immortal Twelve, he having inherited enough ambition from their bloodline for the entire faction of which he was the head. He having heard of the return of Markus near the compound through his own personal network of agents, and it was for this reason that he had set aside his prior engagements to pay a visit to the beloved Matria - however, he had no doubt this meeting would likely turn hostile before all was said. A moment of pause coming as he would stop before the door of her office, running his hands down across the front of the suit he had chosen before raising his left hand to knock gently, it a chore to forget the custom of lightly scratching that he had learned so many years ago in the French royal court.*
[09-22:23] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Has anybody been looking for me?
[09-22:25] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he blinks.* well they've not come to me about it... so I don't know
[09-22:27] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she knows who it is; there is yet another gift of hers. Knowing, if not who precisely, that a member of the Family is near. Her blood surges in her veins like ripples in a turbulent lake. She stares at the door a moment, considering. This may or may not be a friendly visit. She has no doubt that Markus and she were seen; as it is, each Sect of the Family, and particularly the leaders of each, possess their own network of spies, just as she does. Though, being who she is, in age and power, she relies less heavily upon the aid of mortal men or technology. Tucking her letter away to finish at another time, she rests clasped hands on the desk before her, back straight* You`re free to enter.
[09-22:30] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Oh. *shrugs lightly* Well, that's good. At least nobody is worried. I left messages.
[09-22:31] f77, *Gian Rogue: they might... er... they know to contact me?
[09-22:35] f01, *Kailynn Benson : No. I just wondered if you heard anything at the bar.
[09-22:37] f77, *Gian Rogue: I haven't been... actually
[09-22:39] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (kai`ll brb!)
[09-22:40] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: *After ten thousand years he too had came to the conclusion that to rely on mortal spies was a waste of both money and time, instead having recruited a veritable army of Assamites and Brujah whose loyalty he held unyieldingly given the centuries that some of them had served them - knowing each and every one of these guards personally despite the fact that their network ran deep, though he dabbled more in the mortal world than that of darkness which the higher ranking members of the family dwelt - and it was in this way that he had came to build a fortune that could rival that of a moderately sized country - however, given the millennia through which he has lived, it would be rather sad if he hadn’t built some sort of empire for himself. There being no more than a seconds pause from him on the other side of the door before his hand could be heard on the door handle which he would turn slowly to the side before pushing the door open slowly, stepping patiently inside before closing it behind him and starting towards her desk; a faint, ever present smirk at the corner of his lips which he simply could not be rid of even in the most intense moments, this fact having given him some trouble in the past, though it seemed something that he would simply have to deal with for eternity - giving a short, nearly imperceptible bow as he would come to stand before her desk, taking a seat gracefully with this completed, and launching straight into his reason for coming.* I am sure you know why I’m here Matria. Several of my - informants - saw you with that demon, Markus, today and I would like to know what has brought him here? *Catching her eyes with his gaze, a suspicious glint in his crystalline blue eyes, they appearing to swim with emotion - holding a deep love and mistrust for the woman before him.*
[09-22:42] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*..seems to have corrected whatever the problem was that was restricting him to short posts the last few weeks.*)
[09-22:43] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *sits on the edge of the bed finally, relaxing as she works on getting another pizza* I don't blame you, I guess
[09-22:45] f77, *Gian Rogue: if you really... want to know. I'm er..... next door.. 8 he says, pointing to the left wall.. in fact hes been outside her door most of the time but for short leaves in which he had a friend or so look out for her, until Ryan was taken care of*
[09-22:46] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *looks at him strangely* why would you do that? You have an apartment.
[09-22:49] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he shrugs a moment, he could lie, but he doesn't...* I uh... watched out for you thats all..
[09-22:50] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : Ah, second son. I suspected strongly it was you who would ask that first. She stands, and rounds the desk. It`s clear she see`s him as a near-equal in this gesture, rather than remaining sitting, or even standing behind the desk. Those blue eyes, her eyes, are the trademark of her Branch on the Family tree. A smirk, something she has learned to discipline throughout her many, many years, which is the mother of his own, twists her lips pleasantly. She reaches up, and dusts an imperceptible speck of dirt from the lapel of his fine silk suit; imperceptible to most, at any rate. Crossing her arms, she gives a casual shrug, her nearly-bare shoulders stirring her startlingly bright hair* If you weren`t who you were, I would of course tell you it is none of your business. But as you are, Second Son, I suppose you deserve some kind of explination. *her eyes sharpen, shimmering with the challenge that is echoed in her voice* I have earned the right to my recreation, and with whom I please. Would you deny it such? As it is, you have your own extravagances. A few days with a friend is nothing for you to be concerned about. *while she is a Vampire, she was made long before these creatures who call themselves Kindred were spawned; long before there was a Camarilla, a Sabbat. She is undead, and she is independant from the scruples and darkness of those more modern of her Race. There was a time in her life where she dwelled in Darkness, yes; but with all the many generations under her belt, she has perhaps come nearly as full circle as an undead creature can, and returned to a more human, and considerate state of mind*
[09-22:50] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (haha!)
[09-22:54] f01, *Kailynn Benson : oh *blinks. She actually hadn't expected that at all* You... um... thanks. I did feel a little more safe.
[09-22:55] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he smiles slightly, shrugging.* welcome
[09-23:00] f01, *Kailynn Benson : You're strange *absently blunt*
[09-23:01] f77, *Gian Rogue: oh so you finally noticed? *he says sarcatically.. joking.. sipping his drink*
[09-23:04] f01, *Kailynn Benson : No... no, I just didn't know you were genuinely nice strange. I thought you just wanted to get laid *shrugs, looking at the pizza the whole time* which was fine with me.
[09-23:06] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he laughs slightly* hey that was a plus! *he says handing her another peice of pizza, when she can take it*
[09-23:07] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: *..he hadn’t exactly expected any formality from her on this meeting though he had felt compelled through tradition to go through the gestures that he had thus far in order to show some semblance of respect towards her merely for the fact that she held some rank over him - there being a hint of resentment in his eyes as she would reach out to brush the single speck of dust from his shirt that had been entirely unseen by his mortal vision; such emotion would never show on his face however, as he was well beyond wearing his emotions on his sleeve.* I do have my own indulgences Matria, I won’t deny you that - however, none of my extravagances have never once endangered the very order of the family as your recreation has in the past. *A short pause coming as his left hand would delve into the folds of his jacket, producing a cigarette case a moment later, opening the thing with his thumb quite easily, glancing down to the fine cigarettes before looking back up to her.* Do you mind if I smoke? *Removing a single fag from the case assuming she says yes, quickly replacing the case to its proper place even as he would bring the thing carefully to his lips, making but a quick movement of his hand in front of his face in order to ignite the thing, continuing on.* And it’s not that I don’t trust what your doing - I just don’t trust him. Besides, can you honestly say you would have forgiven any other for attempting what he did? I doubt it. Had he have been anyone else I would have had his head, would I not? *Same old song and dance from this one.*
[09-23:08] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *which she does, taking a huge bite* it's a good thing you got good rooms with fridges.
[09-23:10] f77, *Gian Rogue: heh yup.... nothing beats that *he says*
[09-23:16] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *puts a half eaten piece back in the box* Because my stomach definately has shrunk
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[09-23:18] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *her lips fall into a frown; something of a dangerous thing for her. She waves to his cigarette as he lights it; it doesn`t matter to her. He is immortal, but not impervious to harm. Eventually, those lungs will give out. Give it another thousand years. She waits for his small tirade to be done, respectful always of his opinion. When she does speak, her tone is calm, and betrays no hint of her inner emotions - like him, and before him, she has mastered the game of being anonymous with her thoughts* Never more truly told, Brigham. Yet, realize, Markus was unaware that Charles was a member of the Family. His blood is peasant blood, and does not leap when near one of our kind. For that alone, he cannot be held entirely responsible. If you`ll recall, Charles was tempting him all along. Resentful of his father`s immortality, and refusing to face and accept his inevitable death, and the Order of the Family. Now look what it has gotten him. A crippled body that will not perish, until he has the will to end it himself. Markus Morgan has paid his dues to us, I will assure you of that, and don`t you think for a moment that I have forgotten. I shant. I will tell you this, Brigham. If you had really wanted his head, you very well could have had it in the last five hundred years, could you not have? I`ll hope you`ll keep your vengance or whatever it is you want from Markus to yourself, as you have before. If you have any lingering respect for me beyond your distaste for my holding a position you covet, then you`ll stay out of my business, as I stay out of yours, beyond what concerns this Family directly.
[09-23:18] 29e, *Mordred La Fey: (shoot me)
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[09-23:19] f01, *Kailynn Benson : (brb for smoking)
[09-23:20] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *he laughs slightly, and finishes... his fourth peice* (okay)
[09-23:20] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (*clears throat and kicks Mark IC*)
[09-23:20] aca, ºJuden Sores : (*..shoots.*)
[09-23:21] 29e, *Gian Rogue: (thank you moth you are soooo good to me ) (okay *kicks himself ic*)
[09-23:21] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (*vaporizes the bullet*)
[09-23:27] 29e, *Mark Morgan: *He couldn't stay away long, damn him and he sneaks back, without his pack this time, in the same clothes though. once he gets there he taps on the door waiting for her to bid him enter as he didn't like to intrude*
[09-23:28] f01, *Kailynn Benson : (back)
[09-23:28] MSG: Mark Morgan sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[09-23:28] f01, *Kailynn Benson : So, was I any good when I wasn't getting paid? *she's also developed tourettes, apparently.*
[09-23:29] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *waves*)
[09-23:30] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *he coughs, a big nice good hack food and shit caught in his throat hack* *cough, gag.* uh.... *cough* yeah.... you were better than good
[09-23:31] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: *..at times he couldn’t help wondering whether or not he would even want to live another thousand years as his existence did seem so dreadfully pointless at times, as there were only a select few who would even be burdened by his death, and even the problems that they did face with his passing could be quickly resolved with the order which surrounded the family - though, in truth these were nothing more than passing fancies, as he certainly didn’t have the power to take his own life, nor to let another do it, as he had lived too long; fearing death more than any mortal who had ever lived in some ways, but he kept all of these feelings bottled up inside, away from everyone’s sight, even that of telepaths. Just about to reply to all that she had said when he would hear that knock at the door, and that alone would be enough to make him pause, looking over his shoulder towards the doorway as he would wait for her to bid him to enter.* You know I will as I always have for your sake dear, but, should he do anything to harm you or the family in any way, I will put him down like a dog who has outlived its usefulness. *These words coming as a low whisper, just loud enough for her to hear, not meant for the ears of Markus - he exhaling a long cloud of smoke which would hover before his face as he would wait.*
[09-23:31] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: *..at times he couldn’t help wondering whether or not he would even want to live another thousand years as his existence did seem so dreadfully pointless at times, as there were only a select few who would even be burdened by his death, and even the problems that they did face with his passing could be quickly resolved with the order which surrounded the family - though, in truth these were nothing more than passing fancies, as he certainly didn’t have the power to take his own life, nor to let another do it, as he had lived too long; fearing death more than any mortal who had ever lived in some ways, but he kept all of these feelings bottled up inside, away from everyone’s sight, even that of telepaths. Just about to reply to all that she had said when he would hear that knock at the door, and that alone would be enough to make him pause, looking over his shoulder towards the doorway as he would wait for her to bid him to enter.* You know I will as I always have for your sake dear, but, should he do anything to harm you or the family in any way, I will put him down like a dog who has outlived its usefulness. *These words coming as a low whisper, just loud enough for her to hear, not meant for the ears of Markus - he exhaling a long cloud of smoke which would hover before his face as he would wait.*
[09-23:31] MSG: Brigham Kushiel sent a message to Mark Morgan.
[09-23:33] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Really? *raises an eyebrow* no joke?
[09-23:33] MSG: Mark Morgan sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[09-23:34] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *he nods, smiling, looking veryt honest* yeah
[09-23:39] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she nods silently, eyes searching his face. If he is perceptive, and there is no way that he is not, he would catch the grateful uplift of her lips and the glint of silent thanks in her eyes* If he were to do something of that nature, my darling, I would kill him myself. This, he should know well enough. *she leans, and in a rare moment of felial affection, she kisses his cheek just lightly, the faintest brush of her cold lips against his living, pulsing skin. Distancing herself once again from him, she gives the door a glance* Please come in, Markus. *her voice, Brigham would note, takes on a tone he has perhaps never heard in it before. Softer, more musical - clearly, this is a woman smitten, and one who has not been so in a very long time. Certainly Brigham can understand; she has no doubt he has had his share of loved ones, that were not of the Family, who have likely since passed on. But in revealing such things in her voice, she has also revealed that should his death be necessary, she would be hurt and uneasy. She was barely able to keep the reigns of her position clutched in her hands the last time Markus was in her life; who is to say what a second disaster might cause? Or in the case of a power-hungry Family member, what doors might be left open if something of that nature were to occure*
[09-23:39] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (*can`t spell!*)
[09-23:40] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Good to know *smiles, to herself and him*
[09-23:42] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *He opens the door* How'd you know it was me-...... * he sees Brigham, and pauses in the door, looking at him... one of the Family... joy thats the last thing he needed on his trip here, for her..... but after a moment he moves over to Zar, emerald eyes intense as always.*
[09-23:44] 29e, *Mark Morgan: *He opens the door* How'd you know it was me-...... * he sees Brigham, and pauses in the door, looking at him... one of the Family... joy thats the last thing he needed on his trip here, for her..... but after a moment he moves over to Zar, emerald eyes intense as always.*
[09-23:44] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *he smiles in return, then closes the pizza box* you want me to put this up or want more chow later?
[09-23:47] a20, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (I need to go! Baby just had a nightmare. Night!)
[09-23:48] 29e, *Gian Rogue: (night love!)
[09-23:49] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: *..not even he could miss the subtle changes which came over her with the approach of the one she clearly loved regardless of the fact that the cold kiss she had bestowed upon him had caused his heart to skip a beat given the unexpected gesture - he turning once more to face her as she would bid Markus enter, no longer having to see who had arrived in order to know who it was, his jaw tensing with frustration from being in the same vicinity with the creature who had strove to take hold of a member of his family, and yet he would restrain himself, for her sake - he not so much as speaking a single word after that strange kiss, he smoking his cigarette silently - reveling in it - to the extent that he is almost able to forget his hate. Almost.*
[09-23:49] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (Night.)
[09-23:50] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*..ponders more rp.*)
[09-23:51] 29e, *Gian Rogue: (as long as its not a vengeful and evil character I'll play ^_^' )
[09-23:52] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (No, I think we can do without Juden tonight. *L*)
[09-23:53] 29e, *Gian Rogue: (*thanks her God*)
[09-23:54] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (Feel free to post with someone and I'll join in. *Probably with this character, as he had planned to have him leave Markus and Zar soon anyway - and wouldn't want to leave the two of you stuck on pause.*)
[09-23:55] 29e, *Gian Rogue: (ahh k.. *nods and searches a moment*)
[09-23:57] JOIN: Lora Andrews has entered.
[09-23:57] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Go ahead and put it away... I think I'm done
[09-23:58] JOIN: Street Urchin has entered.
[09-23:58] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *he smiles* okay... * he does, but leaves the drinks of course.. whoo free mints!*
[09-23:58] JOIN: Robot Devil has entered.
[09-23:59] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: (*Salutes his brother.*)
[10-00:00] 29e, Lora Andrews: *Shes at some random bar, drinking a martini and listening to some sad song in the background, why can't things be simple in human life? or any life for heavens sake*
[10-00:00] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *watches him, every move. Not completely in a paranoid manner*
[10-00:00] aca, *Robot Devil: yo
[10-00:01] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *he moves back and sits at the edge of the bed.* do you need anything else?
[10-00:03] aca, *Richard Gatts: (*cracks neck* *hasn't played this character in forever*)
[10-00:04] f01, *Kailynn Benson : If I say no, are you going to leave?
[10-00:04] f01, *Kailynn Benson : ((done, Saven love))
[10-00:05] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: *He hadn’t wasted anymore of Zar’s time once Markus had arrived, as there was no doubt in his mind that there was nothing he could say at this point to change what she wanted at this point in her existence, and he was just going to have to respect that as he had in the past he supposed - but he certainly didn’t have to approve of the choice she had made, or the one with whom she had decided to dedicate her time. Some time having passed since he had exited the L.A. headquarters of the family, having found his way to the very same bar in which Lora finds herself on this night - doing nothing more than sitting at the bar and kicking back drinks, drowning his problems.*
[10-00:05] 29e, *Gian Rogue: (thanks) no.. *he shakes his head* .. well unless you want me to
[10-00:07] 29e, *Lora Andrews: Why..* she growls toherself, gray eyes seething.* does life have to be such a cunt...* she says, its to herself, but people could hear, shes not drunk its her first drink... but hell she wishes for it*
[10-00:09] f01, *Kailynn Benson : I don't want you to. *smiles, her green eyes sparkling so beautifully despite the traces of bruise*
[10-00:09] MSG: Richard Gatts sent a message to Brigham Kushiel.
[10-00:11] 29e, *Gian Rogue: oh? *he mock pouts, lick a kitty with his ears droopy* I feel so cared about....
[10-00:11] JOIN: Cookie Monster has entered.
[10-00:12] a25, *Cookie Monster: *cuddles up with Envy*
[10-00:14] f01, *Kailynn Benson : (*COOKIE BABY*)
[10-00:14] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: Been asking myself the same thing for years, and the only conclusion I’ve came up with as that’s the way its meant to be, doll. *He would chime in only an instant after the question, pausing a moment to down another shot before he would continue on, turning those stunning blue eyes in her direction for the first time, his blond hair stylishly messy atop his head - still wearing the expensive suit of silk that he’d worn to the meeting with Zar.* Life’s just a bitch, and there’s no way around it.
[10-00:15] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Then why are you making that face?
[10-00:15] MSG: Brigham Kushiel sent a message to Richard Gatts.
[10-00:16] MSG: Richard Gatts sent a message to Moth.
[10-00:17] 29e, *Gian Rogue: (I just red that wrong Envy... shit I'm brainless lemme repost)
[10-00:17] MSG: moth sent a message to Richard Gatts.
[10-00:18] a25, *Cookie Monster: ((*smooch smooch* Are you tied up in RPing at the moment?))
[10-00:19] 29e, *Lora Andrews: *She turns her sharp gray eyes to him, a strand of her blond hair falling in her eyes. * well shit I know that lifes a bitch, but couldn't she ever just take a day off? *she asks, fixing the bottom of her black tank*
[10-00:19] f01, *Kailynn Benson : (I'm.... all.. ahaha. writing a paper in a ROOM full of everybody I know distracting me at 1 am. your wish is my command)
[10-00:19] f01, *Kailynn Benson : (scratch mine too then)
[10-00:20] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *he smiles* well I'm glad then.. I didn't want to do (*reposted ^_^*)
[10-00:20] a25, *Cookie Monster: *gives kisses* I'll let you continue with just one RP then. I can't have you unable to put your wild talents into your paper.
[10-00:22] f01, *Kailynn Benson : And I don't want you to. I think too much when I'm by myself anyway *shrugs a little*
[10-00:24] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *he smiles slightly, hey friends... maybe friends...* well yeah... you don't have to think much with me around. *he jokes*
[10-00:26] f01, *Kailynn Benson : True *drops a little wink.*
[10-00:27] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: *..that ever present smirk at the corner of his lips would widen into a full smile as he would give a faint shrug of his shoulders; he taking note of those keen eyes of hers before allowing his eyes to drift over her form inconspicuously - measuring her up for what she is more than anything else.* What fun would that be? *He’d ask with a charming glint in that bright gaze of his.* Hell, the day life takes a day off will be the day the Seven-Eleven on the corner stops being open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week - and you know that’s not bound to happen.
[10-00:27] MSG: Kailynn Benson sent a message to Cookie Monster.
[10-00:27] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: *..that ever present smirk at the corner of his lips would widen into a full smile as he would give a faint shrug of his shoulders; he taking note of those keen eyes of hers before allowing his eyes to drift over her form inconspicuously - measuring her up for what she is more than anything else.* What fun would that be? *He’d ask with a charming glint in that bright gaze of his.* Hell, the day life takes a day off will be the day the Seven-Eleven on the corner stops being open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week - and you know that’s not bound to happen.
[10-00:27] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *he laughs, genuine and content.* finally! someone that agrees!
[10-00:31] 29e, *Lora Andrews: *She laughs then, crossing her bblack clad legs, her tank rides up her slim stomach, shoing maybe a lttle moonshaped scar. shes human, but she has healer abilities, which is probably clear. * yeah.. theres a new one.. I could go around saying that now... *shes bland but shes clearly amused by him as her eyes give him the once over, she oozes class, but a tired pissed off class*
[10-00:32] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Do you still go to the club? *you know, the one they met at*
[10-00:32] MSG: Cookie Monster sent a message to Kailynn Benson.
[10-00:34] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *he shakes his head* not been there since.... the uh... best friend fiance thing.....
[10-00:36] MSG: Kailynn Benson sent a message to Cookie Monster.
[10-00:36] f01, *Kailynn Benson : What? *wasn't paying attention the first time... She honestly is just lost*
[10-00:37] MSG: Cookie Monster sent a message to Kailynn Benson.
[10-00:37] 29e, *Gian Rogue: er.. heh its to embaressing to go over again..* he scratchs his head*
[10-00:38] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: *Indeed, she was pissed off about something, but what the something was he couldn’t care less - an impish grin remaining on his lips as he would extend a single hand to the woman before him, thankful that he hadn’t worn more than a single ring on each hand this evening, as he looked out of place as it was, and that had never been a good thing in the past - but he was sure that he could take care of himself drunk or otherwise, for he was even more dangerous when he lost control of himself. That had been proven more than once in the past.* My names Brigham. *It not quite clear why he chose this point to make his introduction - but why not? She clearly more relaxed now than she had been a moment before.*
[10-00:41] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Oh..
[10-00:42] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *tilts her head and examines him a moment*
[10-00:43] 29e, *Lora Andrews: *she regards him for a moment, then gives him her hand, which is small and creamy coloured, and very soft.* Thats an interesting name..... *she pauses a moment, her fae blond hair looking so messy yet lovely all around her face.* I'm Lora
[10-00:43] a25, *Cookie Monster: ((So Kailynn and her boy toy are at Sundance, where are Lora and Brigham?))
[10-00:43] 29e, *Gian Rogue: *And he looks back at her.* it was just something stupid.. is all.* he mumbles... watching her.*
[10-00:44] 29e, *Lora Andrews: (some random bar)
[10-00:45] f01, *Kailynn Benson : We all do stupid things. Don't worry about it.
[10-00:46] 29e, *Gian Rogue : yeeeah.. well not normally when they are right there.* he answers, taking a large gulp of his drink*
[10-00:48] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *smirks at him* Yeah... I guess. *looks down at her hands, then lifts them* you did a great job.
[10-00:48] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: *And just as she would take his hand, he would lean forward ever so slightly, bringing her hand to his lips to place a soft kiss against her knuckles - nothing more than an almost imperceptible brush of his lips over her flesh, but a kiss nonetheless; he quite unable to renounce some of the manners he had acquired throughout his life - intending to blame his actions on the drinks he’d had should she ask them about it, releasing her hand as such thoughts would run through his mind.* Interesting doesn’t begin to describe it. *Burning passion enforcing his words, but then, he has always been a man of fire.* Though, lets just let it suffice to say that the pleasure is mine - and let me buy a drink, or three. *A quick wink coming to accompany these final words he has spoken.*
[10-00:48] f01, *Kailynn Benson : (*does not have a boy toy! is commitmentphobic*)
[10-00:50] 29e, *Gian Rogue : *he smiles* thanks, that means it feels better right?
[10-00:52] 29e, *Lora Andrews: Another drink would be good.* she answers, her temper and simmered and was now nothign more than a little ticking in ones ear from time to time as she fixed her bracelet watch, not asking of the hand kiss.... she thought it was cute, and figured him drunk.*
[10-00:53] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Yeah. It always feels gross after I get out of the shower, though that's the first time that I've taken one with them on
[10-00:55] 29e, *Gian Rogue : *he smiles* well now you have me to mummy you up. *he smirks then, chuckling slightly, trying to lighten that up*
[10-00:57] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *nods little* yeah. Jaylin did take them on and off before. I didn't really think about things like that when I left, but he has better things to do with his time.. not saying that you don't.
[10-00:59] 29e, *Gian Rogue : *he laughs* but hell I don't.. and your worth it..... *he tilts his head some* so who's Jaylin by the way.......?
[10-01:00] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: *The fact that his skin was minutely more warm to the touch than it should have been probably adds to this conclusion that she drew about him, though it would be the wrong conclusion of course - at this point he could only aspire to being drunk before the night was over. Giving a movement of his hand through the air to summon the bartender.* Another drink for the both of us, and give her one of what I’m having. *The man behind the bar doing just as he was instructed, placing both another martini before her, as well as a shot of something chosen more for its price than for its taste - the stuff rather bad as far as he was concerned, but that was just more incentive to down it quickly.*
[10-01:00] f01, *Kailynn Benson : My friend that I was staying with. Our names rhyme
[10-01:02] 29e, *Gian Rogue : so I noticed.. *he laughs*
[10-01:04] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Yeah.. *laughs* I it is obvious, isn't it
[10-01:05] 29e, *Lora Andrews: *She pops the olive in her mouth and munches it then downs the martini, sighing, slumping some*
[10-01:06] 29e, *Gian Rogue : a little *he answers with a smile, stretching his arms some* not spelled the same way is it?
[10-01:07] aca, ºBrigham Kushiel: What had you so pissed off? *He’d ask before too much longer as the conversation seemed to be dying away, and he was sure this would provoke some reaction from her, given how angry she had been before - only able to hope this rage wasn’t turned on him.*
[10-01:07] f01, *Kailynn Benson : of course not. they're different names.