Nightmares and Dark Visions/ the return of the dark one

[Alexander]

This is from the storyline thread "Awake Once More"  Alexander is there with Darius on the mortal plane, not here in the tavern just so all parties know what is going on.....But this thread does directly effect Alexa.

Alexander in a moment of decisive aggression focussed his energies and called upon the soul bond that he and Alexa shared.  Channeling raw power and demonic vestments he mentally forced the channel open as their minds became one.  With a thunderous display of driving power and energies Alexander in one word said Alexa calmly from his mouth.  However, through the bond the word was heard in a very different light.  It was filled with rage, anguish, harshness, vengeance ALLLLEEEEXXXXXAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! The emotions used were the most powerful in his arsenal of chaotic powers to bridge the gap between him and Alexa.  For he truly was concerned so he used what was necessary to get her attention.  And nothing says, "looky here bitch," like pure rage......

[Radu the Ferenczy]

Radu was growing tired of waiting for the response from the man known as Tanthis.  Actions dictated the course of which had already been set into motion, and the Wamphyri Lord had no patience when it came to those whom stood in his way.  Those who lacked the balls enough to stand up and to take Fate and walk with her hand-in-hand.  The delay of the inevitable was working its way beneath his skin; like a worm eating at the flesh of those left to rot in their graves.  Radu considered the options he had available; there was no turning back.  To show mercy or remorse, would only make him look bad in front of his woman, and as a Wamphyri, he was too proud, too arrogant to ever back down.  His only choice left was to take action.  With a subtle flow of thoughts and control from his mind and down to his left arm, as he reached down toward his right hip.

In one swifter gesture, Radu brought his right arm across and over his chest; his metallic clawed fingers flexing with the coming and sudden rush of anticipation.  A somewhat of a lustful emotion; a light in the very recesses of his eyes flared into life; giving them a bright crimson glow; like smoldering embers after a dying fire, yet nothing betrayed his intentions.  A choking hand of mindsmog would close off his ind and remove its presence from those who might try and peek inside, ( burning two blood points to activate Celerity; Sanguinary Wind ).  Radu bit the inside of his lip and spat out a couple drops of his blood, burning it to activate his vampiric speed, and with the knowledge of celerity, making him move inconceivably quicker than most could see.  Radu stepped forward in the next moment, and became now, a whirling deverish of destructive force, reacting to his leech's thoughts before he even knew what his body was doing, as he draws his left hand up, pulling his blade free and then swinging with a powerful backhand.  His right hand ( Battle Gauntlet ready ), aimed to tear out his throat, as his left hand ( sword in hand: see character sheet for description ) came sweeping across toward his belly, to spill his innards upon the floor of the tavern.

[Napalu]

Throne Room - Pandemonium

The eyes of the mad God danced over the happenings before him, as fluid and shapeless as mercury, Napalu watched as the seemingly young woman was marched up before him. As all things transpired before him a slight twinge was making its way into Napalu's left nostril, the lower lid of his left eye began to twitch, "I don't know you, lady, but you've come a long way to get here --" he said, hoping to fight off the intrusion in his nasal passage. Ah-choo! He lost the battle, but strangely reality was not altered, no abnomalities in space-time, not even a single feather burst from his anus. "As I was saying.." he continued, "you may as well tell me why you've made the perilous journey to my home, human-type-thing---". Without indication, without warning, the attack returned and metallic sparks shot like tiny, florescent projectiles from Napalu's nose. WA-A-A-A-A-A-ACHO-O-O-O-O-O-O!

Reality ebbed in the flash of his searing sneeze, like ripples over a tranquil pond, all matter and consciousness combined faultered in the midst of absolute chaos. Even before Napalu could recover from the event changes had been set in motion; Ophion, his dear brother, vanished into thin air. Avatar, his loyal and faithful servant froze before him as if in suspended animation. All other beings in the realm of the God have stopped too, even the thrall of wind and rock that surrounded his glorious stone throne room had ceased to be. "Strange.." he spoke to himself under breath, as though his voice alone may shatter the living statues before him. Something else was amiss, Napalu could feel it, but the mischevious God could not quite put his finger on it. "What the!?" he exclaimed, as Napalu saw that there was something most definately wrong in the realm of Pandemonium; his feet had gone missing! Both shoes and feet were trotting off across the room without Napalu to power them, as if the appendages had been given a mind of their own. "Hey! Come back here you little.. " the bemused God shouted while chasing down his own two feet on stubby legs.

Napalu's feet, anxious to play games with the slightly-irritated-yet-still-playful-God, summoned whatever powers granted them by being part of the God of Chaos and slipped through a rift in the realm; gone to another place and/or time. Clenching his fists and cursing under his breath, Napalu sneered, chasing after the elusive extensions. Off he went, after his feet, into the doorway through space and time to find himself.

Somewhere in the stratosphere - The Weeping Reaper

ZOINK! and a clap of thunder was the herald for the God's arrival on the Prime Material, not even a big clap of thunder, just a rolling lull in the distance. The two came from the rift with the break-neck speed and immediately hurtled toward the ground below. The air whistled loudly as the two approached the troposphere, burning through it like a beam of light cast down from the heavens, only to fade soon afterward; but leaving that annoying greenish-blue discoloration in the eyes of any onlookers, the kind that makes it really difficult to focus on anything. As the laws of physics would have it, at some point the two should have broken the sound barrier and made some sort of grandiose announcement to their arrival, unfortunately for any humanoid (or otherwise) being below, the laws of physics did not apply to Napalu; in any realm.

Napalu's cheeks rippled and flapped backward, stretching his facial tissue to a point where his faux muscle fibers and skeletal structure could be seen, that is, if any being could see it; they could not, he was moving much too fast (but it does illustrate how crazy-super-fast they were going - omg pc hax). Tiny outstretched digits sought to grasp the equally tiny body parts that traveled only nanoseconds before them, but in terms of the speed the two were actually traveling, that distance was more than twelve feet. In another awkward turn of events Napalu, and his runaway feetsies, manifested in the realm at one-tneth their actual size, making them no larger than a blade of grass. This fact hadn't dawned on Napalu, having been pre-occupied with capturing his own two feet, until he saw the gargantuan structure of the Weeping reaper before them.

ZZZZT! Was the sound Napalu made as he and his feet burned clean through the roof of the Weeping Reaper and whizzed over the top of Radu's head with enough speed to make the Wamphyri's hair whip around his face wildly (perhaps even shave or rip a few locks of hair off). Unfortunately for dear Tanthis, the trajectory and speed of the God's entry put his right eyeball directly in his path. It certainly was a day of unfortunate events for this Tanthis fellow, now he was going to be killed, completely unintentionally, by the God of Chaos himself; who just really wanted to get his feet back where they belong. With the speed that only a God could travel at and survive, let alone spot, behind him, Napalu would have ripped through Tanthis' face like a Ginsu knife through water (you know, a really, really fast ginsu knife.. That happened to be a God, that could pretty much do anything it pleased, right.. Moving on). The force behind Napalu would be enough to spin Tanthis' head completely off his shoulders, shrink slightly, and explode with enough bang to cover a majority of whatever patrons were in a thirty foot radius (I don't know what that is in metric, you do the conversion..), liquifying bone and muscle tissues into a mucus like, pale pink, mist.

Napalu, now caked in whatever cranial matter was inside Tanthis, didn't stop; he continued through the air whilst shattering glassware, hurling tankards across the room, burning nickel sized holes in any wooden or fabric furniture in his path. It wasn't until Napalu, the little hellian comet, exploded through the walls of the tavern's larder and became fixed in a mountain of fruit gelatin (right next to a bit of apple, in case you were wondering). Clawing his way through the wriggly, half-solid substance, Napalu managed to grapple his feet while they busied themselves devouring a morsel of peach, wrestling with the appendages until he was finally able to slip them back onto his stubby, little legs.

It was there he sat, quite content with himself at having defeated his own body parts, and enjoyed a few tiny pieces of fruit; the gelatin around him still wobbling violently. What sort of fun could Napalu have now that he was down among the masses?

So this is pretty much what happened for those of you too busy to read my FUNNY post...

1. Pandemonium has been put in a state of suspended animation and for all intents and purposes Ophion, Napalu's brother, has become part of Napalu again.

2. In a completely random decision, totally unrelated to anything currently happening in the tavern, Tanthis' head has been splattered all over the place. Yes, this is an auto, I know, I'm a newb (lol), In all seriousness, given that Napalu is a God, there is no one, short of Malice, that could have possibly dodged that completely random, yet unfortunate, series of events. In all fairness, Tanthis, it could have been Dy, Kain, Radu, or any other patron in the tavern that got splattered... Honestly, I closed my eyes and put my finger on the monitor, scrolled the little scroll wheel on my mouse and picked the person my finger landed on. Bad luck, champ.

3. Napalu is now in the larder, a path of smoldering wood / fabric / holes will lead anyone curious enough to check it out straight to the wobbling gelatin that he now sits in. Remember he's about the size of a Bic lighter (I say that because there's one in front of me, and it looks about right).

Tanthis will be assumed dead until, at some point in the future, he is reconstructed and brought back. You know, unless the other patrons in the tavern do something to prevent that.

It's been a while since I've done any RP, so I apologize if I suck.. It might get better, no promises.

That is all.

[Radu the Ferenczy]

I beg to differ.  Radu has been elevated to the status of God ( and has those that worship him, making it legal )...No powers can be used within the Weeping Reaper Tavern, as posted by Kain, all of which are void and nullified.  Therefore, the auto is disregarded.  The kill, if any, goes to myself or Ladislas, the two that have been ordered to carry out the execution. [/size]

[Kain]

Since this is an IC topic, further discusion to be held in Dont want to clutter the reaper - OOC Discussion

[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:cd39984e83]Lips upon lips, that feminine caress all men could ever dream about knowing- hands stroking, rising to search and scan serpentine scapes of desire and unbridled desire; all these things could be solely for Alexa if only she dared taste what in fact her own actions portrayed she wanted. Desire was such a strange fervent emotion, passion alighting embers that were once flames but had long been extinguished by years of battle and death. Carnal blizzards always smother the world in ash. Black flames licking sinuous contours only to be snuffed by the sodden recesses of erosion and corroded years of slaughter, and was this all just another conquest? The answer was simply, yes- for Atra had never taken a female lover to her black chambers nor had she ever loved another being or entity… love not in its purest sense but twisted brambles ever seeking to entwine and asphyxiate.

Love was a agonizing devourer of the soul, a void abyss all of its own to imprison another’s craving heart. The other question to scrutinize: would Atra take her as her lover, and hold them above all else? Perhaps not, but she would deeply be treasured; wouldn’t that be enough? Bodies grinding against the other, naked flesh adding interesting contrast against tourniquet, snow and shadows blending only to separate as another onslaught of tongues and feverish kisses tangled. Appendages flicking, circling to add variable stimulation within the mouth, parted through scarlet hued apertures and sinful thighs. From beneath the mantle of silken sable, hands entwining through the long wreathes as lips sought deeper avenues; combining the ardent landscapes of throat, a salacious growl escaping from vocal chords, vibrating through oesophagus only to echo with piquant plumes against Alexa’s embouchements.

Silver-armoured digits splaying across her strawberry and cream complexion forcing her lips away from Atra’s almost viciously, fingers curving around her chin to hold her head in place. Temperate breath flowing over flesh, lips pursed as teeth pinched and nipped, clenching sweetly perfumed skin firmly. Honed incisors slowly, seductively piercing the saccharine sweetmeat… only seeking to taste and see what lurked beneath Atra’s own surface. Did she want this woman? Actions would speak louder than any words. Right hand ascending, brushing at first against the outer thigh with apex of fingernail only to ascend higher, scratching over the surface of thigh to explore the inner. Softest touch exploring to part those velveteen walls and explore the heat within- delving leisurely into her mons, thumb extending upwards though at a slight angle to brush against firm nub to heighten her own unrestricted pleasure.

Electrical charges flickering with every impulse procured by provocative circulatory motion while the other stirred the sweet waters of arousal. Left weaponed hand falling from its grasp, trailing down her neck and mounds- sharp edge slicing over Alexa’s left firm breast creating a crimson ribbon to stream. Sanguinous lips flowing the action, tongue extended only to flick then gyrate around the open incision then placing hungered attention on her erect nipple. Tracing around only to engulf before following through with more stimulating and defined action while blades danced over her satin pallid flesh, silver against the palest of delicate petals. There was no need of talking, exchanging dull words in order to achieve her goals of seduction; more time could be spent enjoying the moment for such things usually came at short intervals and torrid trysts were to be savoured and exposed- explored beyond the barricades of moral acceptance for there was no law in which to delve to explore her own fetishes and wants.

Should Alexa speak… her lips would be met with a single digit placed over lips to silence, statements, libertines or pacts would only spoil the moment, and Atra would have none of this for in their world nothing about them existed save for them and the here and now. [/align:cd39984e83]

[Kain]

Kain’s eyes were locked on Atra and Alexa, it seemed by sheer coincidence he had found one whom Atra had known, there existed already some form of attraction and his eyes flickered momentarily in satisfaction. Although he would never say as much, he had long believed the Goddess entitles to some ‘closer and more personal’ worship and by the actions and electricity between herself and Alexa, it definitely seemed like it was going to get up close and personal, especially with the direction Atra’s fingers seemed to have dipped. Nostrils flaring as he breathed in deeply, the perfume of feminine excitement wafting and Kain allowed himself to grin… definitely a lucky find, to bring Alexa to Naethryn. Atra forcing down his dominance of Alexa in pure simplicity, Alexa making no effort to flee… Satisfying indeed.

Words uttered by the pirate, mentioning Sharvani and Kain’s ears twitching… a grudge held eh, Kain turning his head to study the seafarer momentarily. Perhaps this could prove useful. An empty ship, a pirate seeking crew with a beef against the land so near yet so far. Besides, Kain had heard rumours of wealth… innocent flesh awaiting sacrifice and destruction. Slaves and sweet untainted flesh awaiting plucking like ripe fruit ready for the table and the alter. Plots thickening in Kain’s mind as he considered this and possibly in the very near future he may well discuss some slaving raids with the young pirate.

Auspex rising, considering probing deeper the young pirate when he noticed the woman whom the pirate joined at a table, From her mind he discovered that he himself was the focus of her attention, in fact it seemed the entire reason for her being here. Having caught her eye, picking up her name, he raised a glass in salute giving the slightest of nods while his Auspex would extend an invitation… ”When you are done… we shall talk” no further seeking within her mind after the message that only Kaitcha could hear. He would instead savour the finding out of why she sought him like a fine wine, perhaps even some intelligent conversation in a ‘civilised manner’. What could come out of it, at the very worst another victim given over to the glory of his Goddess, at best, some mutually profitable situation, nefarious and mischievous by nature suiting Kain just fine.

Turning his head away from Kaitcha, in process of simmering down his Auspex for this place was noisy and Kain didn’t need a headache, a twinge catching his attention. The illusory miasma of a ‘Ravnos’, catching Kain’s attention. Now that was something he didn’t see every day, indeed he didn’t know of any of that clan within Naethryn. A glimmer of concern crossing the dark depths of his eyes, as he studied making sure that the taverns defenses didn’t drain to much from their use of Chimestry, then nodding to himself, for they had wrought well and issues of Disciplines so close to the heart seemed unaffected. He would wait for the doorway to be unblocked, for it seemed she showed good sense and awaited the finale of Tanthis outside, away from Ladislas and Radu. It seemed all the best people were coming to town and Kain would have his evening cut out for him.

Kain realising how his attention was spread, turning back to again study the woman before him, gesturing impatiently to a tender to bring a bottle of rich red, heady wine and glasses. He had withdrawn his mind from hers before delving too deeply and if this was not to her taste could be easily replaced. Leaning forwards, hand still resting lightly on Raven, a curious smile caressing his lips, “Genevieve… a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My apologies for seeming distracted, but sometimes that’s just how it goes when you own the establishment.” The tender depositing the bottle and crystal glasses before moving off. “I noticed you were without a drink and a poor host I would be if I allowed that to remain. Compliments of the house or if you would prefer something else may be arranged. Kain is the name and this for now is my little pocket in the world. Now… how best may we serve you?”

Head turning as sound impinged, Radu moving in for the kill, speed, rage and potence being flung at Tanthis, a blow struck… Sudden death played out in grandiose manner, yet the display not complete, for a screaming whistle falling form th sky… a sudden hole in the roof… Tonight was not the night for using doorways apparently since Sycorax’s grand entrance earlier… Some projectile moving at phenomenal speed striking Tanthis’s head and literally blowing it to bits. Kain bursting into laughter, now that truly was something rare and unique, having ones head split in such fashion that one of Tanthis’s ears were now firmly stuck to an opposing wall. Turning his head to follow the direction of the projectile that had so completed what Radu had begun, seeing the holes through walls leading to the pantry, Kain making a note to investigate in short order, but not for now… No indeed for firstly his company must be taken care of.

[Altair Carradine]

((Apologies to Ladislas if he felt like reacting to my entrance, I just thought this way Ky wouldnt have to wait too))

Asake stepped back from the steps leading to the doorway, covering his mouth and nose with a sleeve and wincing slightly. Well shit... that was a close one. Man's aura seeps out around him, or at least a part of it... smells like death. Some kind of poison...? Hell, whatever it is, I sure ain't interested in taking a whiff...

The mage lowered his arm once he was a little ways away, and tried again to get his bearings somehow. Okay, so... he was by a road, on the side of it at least, no horses had gone by so far and no cars either. Come to think of it, he hadn't heard any automobiles... this was probably not that sort of plane. He was fine with that - his home plane had none of the metal beasts either, so he was a little bit more comfortable without their existance and the constant smell of oil and gas. Of course, he could still be wrong... but there were, at least, not any in the immediate area.

"Well..." he whispered to himself, "I had best try something..."

He knelt down, the fuzziness of his headache finally receding, and he touched a gloved finger to the hard ground. There was a faint glow where he touched, and he etched a rune from memory, then placed his hand in the center. The faint glow brightened, and it sent a very faint pulse through the ground, out in all directions. The pulse itself was like a sort of sonar, something he had learned to do not too long after losing his sight - at least that way he could get something of an idea of what the things around him looked like... it coated everything - however faintly - in a tiny glow of aura, derived from his own but generated by the spell, and then at least he could see for a moment where the solid walls were that he would have to watch running into... He took his hand away after a few seconds, and the pseudo-aura faded away almost instantly - though it had been invisible to the eyes, someone who could see as he could might catch it. Somehow, though, the attempt brought him no piece of mind - the tavern was a black hole in the perception...

Some kind of barrier, maybe...? Rules of the establishment forbid magic...? Haven't seen that in a whi-

Something interrupted his thoughts, though, and he suddenly turned his head, and he opened his eyes for the first time since arriving. The right eye was a deep sapphire, but his left was amethyst, and had - if only for a split second - a very faint glow to it when opened. Even though he couldn't see with them, they looked straight at the woman that had just... appeared, out of nowhere... noone else seemed to have noticed, and he himself was startled - his entrance had been out of nowhere, true, but it had come with the usual outpouring of energy that came with a tear between worlds... this woman's, however... she was not there, and then she just was...

Weird... either she uses a strange technique, or... nah... now I'm getting into the storybook realm...

Whatever it was that had brought her here, she was approaching, and... something else... was she trying to cloak herself somehow? Obviously he couldn't see the change she had wrought in her appearance, but he knew she'd done... something. Some kind of spell... and then she moved away again, but still he couldn't figure out what the spell was supposed to do. She wasn't hiding her aura, but... Suppose I might as well...

He took a breath, and continued his walk away from the door, then he leaned against the same wall not far from the woman - entirely unaware that she was cloaked in the shadows - or that there were shadows at all - and spoke quietly.

"Hope you don't mind... guy doesn't seem like he's letting people in tonight... Didn't expect anyone else to be appearing out of thin air though - I thought I was going to be the only one pulling that stunt."

He smiled slightly, nodding to her and closing his eyes again. People sometimes took them the wrong way, what with the odd colors and the lack of pupils... She felt like a vampire, or something like it at least, but so did most of the people here - it would be a while before he could shift planes again, he might as well get used to this. If vampires attacked humans on sight here... his stay might become a little too interesting... either way he'd like to figure it out as soon as he could.

[Kain]

OOC - Ok just a little clarification here, powers per se that only effect your OWN character, for example the illusion used by Kyria and the masking effect used by Asake arent quelled, just slightly more difficult in use. The reasoning behind the power restriction is to prevent such POWERS being used upon others within the tavern, Atra and Kain being the only exceptions. It is purely to protect the other patrons some of whom are mortal, to give them a fair chance in this situation...

[Ladislas]

It seemed this night was not to be favourable for he that was the target Ladislas's mother directed himself and Radu to eliminate. Not only was he struck by the Wamphyri lord, but from nowhere something else whizzed into existance and promptly gave the closest shave Tanthis had ever had. Judging that his blocking of the door frame was no longer relevant, Ladislas took a deep breath, inhaling back the toxic cloud that surrounded his form, droplets on the scale of his seemingly gauntleted hands, would soak back into his form, and the doorway would again be safe to traverse..

Heart rate slowing, the heat that had filled his blood only seconds before, cooling, the poisons so rich and rife settling back within the depths of his physique as breathing, previously forced to draw from within the deadly breath eased, making him for now as safe as any other. Stepping in from the doorway, looking around before bowing his head respectfully in his mother's direction, whether noticed or not, something that he chose to offer her presence.

A smirk to Radu... eyes fading from opaque whiteness to Asphodel slits, tongue flickering out, serpentilian aspects tasting the air itself, digesting the minuscule particles distributed by all present. Mortal flesh mingling with undead. Demonic drinking side by side with ancient hags. A strange place indeed, this tavern where relative peace was enforced, yet withal no holds were barred. Lust and death no strangers within, killer and victim mingling as if were the most normal of situations. Something had called him here and now he would wait to discover what exactly had drawn him... it would only be a matter of time... head shaking to a tender, Ladislas did not drink of beverages, preferring his liquor to be rich and red, freshly squeezed from the living container. That too could wait.

[Kyria_Stormblade]

Kyria gazed at the bar entrance, simply watching for the moment.  Calling on the power granted to her by her heritage, she set her illusion in place so she did not have to concentrate of maintaining it.  That done, her mind turned to the different puzzles she had thus far found.  She easily sensed the much older and much more powerful kindred nearby.  As well, there were other…entities nearby that were even more puzzling.  Some even stronger and older than the kindred.  All this lead to some very basic and self preserving thoughts and questions.  Where in the world, worlds, or planes was she?  How had she gotten here?  Should she be looking very diligently on a way out of wherever here was?  Or, should she perhaps stay and see what could be gained by some important information gathering?

She tapped her fingers of her left hand absentmindedly against her thigh as she contemplated the questions and possible solutions.  Perhaps the smartest and easiest thing would be to slink around, and stay out of everyone’s way until she could find a way out of this place.  Of course, that being said, it could potentially be the most dangerous of the choices she had.  What if one of the elder kindred took offense?  They could easily make her unlife hell, and she was quite enjoying her wanders.  Worse, what if someone caught her and assumed she was spying for someone else.  She had been accused of that and worse before, simply because she was the stranger in town.  She pushed off the wall she had been leaning against, moving slightly towards the door.  Perhaps a quick look with Auspex would help her find out who and or what was in the tavern.  As quickly as that thought wandered though her mind she dismissed it.  If no one was aware of her existence as of yet, there was no need to call attention to herself.

She glanced up, watching a young looking male heading almost directly towards her.  She shifted her attention, still confident in her illusions, and watched as the man continued to walk almost up to her.  Her dark eyes watched as he leaned against the same wall.  She briefly noted his eyes, and then was quite startled when he spoke to her.  It was as if her illusions did not exist!  And then to ask about appearing out of thin air.  Definitely something was going on.  Kyria pasted a polite smile and expression on her face, as if she was not bothered in the least that he could see her and responded to the man, her Scottish accent a bit more noticeable as she was upset.  â€œIt seems to be the way of it aye.  Still, I spose if ye truly wanted in nae one would be stopping ye.”  She again looked around; and then turned her attention back to the strange man.  It truly bothered her that he could so easily see her.  So thinking, she decided it was time to make a move.  â€œWeel, I am thinking tis time I took meself off.  A good day to ye Sir”, she said politely to the man.  She pushed off the wall and quickly walked away towards the tavern dropping the shadow illusions.

A grin graced her lips a moment as she realized she simply needed to be inside the tavern.  Obviously she was learning nothing sitting outside agonizing over what to do.  Besides, with the right plan, no one would be the wiser.  And, if someone saw through her illusion and realized who and what she was, well, she had spent enough time around the Camarilla (especially a certain Toreador) to know tact and etiquette enough to stay out of trouble, mostly.  She made her way past the door to the club and continued down the street a ways.  The doorman glanced at the statuesque young brunette briefly before returning to his duties.  

Kyria spared a glance behind her as she spied an alley running along the side of the club.  Seeing the doorman no longer paying her any attention, she swiftly ducked into the alley.  She took a few quick steps into it before slowing and starting to examine the building.  She would need a door, window, even a fire escape to the roof would work, and surely there would be an additional entrance.  There were always backdoors and such.  Finally she spotted a window.  And even better luck it was slightly ajar.  Perfect.  She glanced up and down the alley before reaching up.  Her fingers curled around the edge of the sill and she pulled her slight body up.  Dark eyes peered into the window.  An empty room.  Well a bathroom would have been easier, but there may have been other people.  Here, there was no one.  She quickly climbed through the window with the ease of a regular cat burglar.  She dropped to the floor in a crouch and scanned the room once more.  Still seeing no one, and hearing no alarms.  She rose and ran her hands over her clothes.

Kyria thought a moment and then decided to minimize the willpower she was using.  She dropped all her illusions about her clothing, keeping simply her hair color, facial features, and body type masked in the illusion.  She smoothed out the wrinkles in her black silk shirt as best she could as she strode to the door.  She paused only long enough to ascertain no one was nearby and then she pulled open the door and stepped outside.

The music throbbed against her body as she stepped into the club.  Her eyes swept the area nearby, senses alert for any possible danger.  She grinned impishly a moment before schooling her lips into a more acceptable smile.  She began moving through the club, heading for the bar.  What she needed was a drink in her hand, and then she could lounge against the bar and simply blend with the crowd.  

(Creating the illusion in the previous post was a use of Chim lvl 2, while the “setting” of the illusion is a use of Chim lvl 4 per WW Players guide.  Powers are current and Rp’d to the best of my ability in accordance with the currently posted Character Sheet.  According to WW rules, Chim illusions can only be “seen” by those using Auspex, or anyone with a natural immunity to illusions.)(Edited to respond to Asake whom I missed like a goob.  Sorry hun!!)

[Alexa Moroveston]

Alexa moaned and ground harder on the digits dancing within her. The heat and passion of the drawn blood, as metalic nails scraped porcelain perfect skin, and the fingering within her by hands as driven and determined as steel, but velvet as down, and the sucking of lips of silk and tongue of satin by the Lady over her, left Alexa gasping. Her mind opened in complete offering to the Goddess as she offered a link to Atra to feel the pleasures she felt. The empathic link, if it connected, would let Atra feel Alexa's pleasure, desire and lust as if it were her own. The final desired outcome being to make her want Alexa more just to heighten those feedback pleasures in an ever upwards spiral of pleasure, lust and want.

As the link was offered, the shout of rage, anger and worry filled Alexa's head. Due to the dampening affects of the Tavern though, all Alexa would feel is his rage and open raw emotion. If the link was there, Atra would hear the full affects of emotion and words. As Alexa felt his rage, it threw her over the edge and her climax threw her head back just as Atra licked and sucked the tender nipples where fresh blood flowed from the tortured clamps. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH" Her body bucked harder on the fingers within her as she begged with body and soul for it to never end.

Alex would feel Alexa in a safe and content state, but also extremely confused as the pressure of Alex in her head and Atra on her body rocked thru her orgasm after orgasm. There would come no verbal response to his mind, as is she were shrouded behind a veil, but the link between them would let him know she existed still. Even if he was unsure why she was so confused and cloud minded.

[Napalu]

As Napalu sat in his wobbling gelatin cell, finishing up the last bit of fruit, he sucked the succulent remnants of his meal from his sticky fingertips. A low grumble emanated from his stomach, gurgling upward into Napalu’s esophagus, the grumbling force caused his mouth to open wide and expel the build-up of gasses in the form of a large belch. “UUUUUUUUUUURRRRP!” Napalu exclaimed loudly, his entire body shaking from the shear power behind the burp. Napalu covered his mouth as a look of shock and embarrassment washed over his face, eyes of vermillion darting from side to side to ensure nothing had been disturbed. With an exasperated sigh he shot upright into an erect position  within the gelatin, when suddenly his body expanded outward, returning Napalu to his original stature. SPLAT! Bits of red gel particulate ruptured with centrifugal force, leaving bags of grain, cheese wheels, and barrels covered in a sticky, red semi-liquid. “SHAZAM!” Napalu called out, voice latent with excitement. He then crossed one foot over the other and spun himself in place until he was a whirlwind of cloth, skin, and horns; expelling the gelatinous residue from his physique, only adding to the former mess.

Slamming one foot to the floor Napalu came to and abrupt halt, he shot his right hand into the air with a flourish and thrust his pelvis forward repeatedly while bending at the knees and rocking his head back and forth quickly (run-on sentences, FTW). Snapping upright and pulling the ‘goat’ hand from the air down to his side, Napalu sampled a small bit of sharp cheddar from a large wheel of cheese laying upon a stone slab. “EMO KIDS LOVE CHEESE!” Napalu yelled, he was doing a lot of shouting lately, but Napalu has always been known to be one of the most upbeat Gods in any realm he has visited; a characteristic that got him run out of a few of them.

In a single fluid movement, Napalu reeled backward while balancing himself on one foot, he pulled his right knee to his chest and let fly with his foot. There was a twinkle in his rubicund eyes and sparks shot from his fingertips as Napalu landed a hefty blow to the center of the larder door, a kick that cleared the wooden bulk of the aperture from its hinges and sent it tumbling into the long hallway of corridors before him. CRASH! THUD! BANG! Decorative statuettes, paintings, and bureaus crashed to the floor as the door rocketed in a flip-flop sequence, finally coming to rest in a cloud of dust and debris. “WOOHOO! That was AWESOME!” Napalu said, dismissing the idea that perhaps this was exactly why Pandemonium did not have doors, as he started out into the wooden avenue.

Making his way to the exit, Napalu made to step out of the larder, before he could set a single foot into the hallway before him he was stopped. Napalu was jarred from his pace and hit the ground in a mess of cloth and flailing fists. “Ooooooowie!” he said, finally realizing that his rather broad horns had prevented him from making his escape, catching either side of the doorframe and putting an abrupt end to his advance. Napalu lay in the doorway for a moment, half his visage sprawled out into the corridor before him, his feet swaying back and forth in a manner that mimiced a bored child. Napalu began tapping his fingertips on his bare chest in a rhythmic pattern while contemplating what to do about his current situation, when along came one of the employees wearing a stained white apron and a concerned look on his face; no doubt alerted by the commotion.

“Are you alright, sir?!” the tavern staff asked, his face wrought with concern while he extended a hand out to Napalu. Crimson opaline eyes fell upon the form standing above him and saw the hand extended to him, ”I’m quite alright, m’boy” said Napalu as he adopted a slight southern drawl, sliding his hand into the outstretched extension of the NPC (lol). Tugging and pulling, twisting and contorting, the two managed to free Napalu from his unfortunate predicament, with some effort and cooperation Napalu was standing upright once more. “I thank you kindly, Mr Dirty Apron guy” He said, patting the staff member on the shoulder and inadvertently turning him into a platypus.

A moment was taken while Napalu stared into the space where the man once stood, he then shrugged his shoulders and spun himself toward the nearest door and paused. “Oh-ho, you almost got me again, cheeky bugger!” he said to the door, as if were an animate object and could fully understand all that had just transpired. Adopting the same attitude that he had with the previous door, Napalu lifted his foot as if he were going to kick it in as well, but before he could land the blow to the wooden barrier, the door simply fell forward and smacked the floor with a slap. This sent dust plumes up around Napalu’s ankles and bits of trash skittering across the floor. Napalu ducked slowly, turned his head a little and stepped through the entrance to what appeared to be the bar area of the tavern. Before him there were several different beings, buzzing about their own business, janitorial staff busied themselves with cleaning up what appeared to be a rather large spot of pinkish-red goop.

Lithe digits raised to his cardinal scalp, pushing aside locks of his flaming carmine hair and scratching fingernails against his head. A slender eyebrow came to a peak below his hairline as Napalu gave a look of puzzlement to the patrons that cast a glance his way. “Howdy!” he said, giving the crowd before him a mischievous grin.

[Viperstrike]

*First I'd like to thank Kait for taking on Tim while I was gone.  You did a great job and I thank you profusely. ^^*  

Tim was now enchanted with  Kait and gives her a highly interested grin, with ears forward.  

" Perhaps dear Kait, we could have coffee aboard my vessel, within my private quarters.  I'd be more than happy to also give you a tour of my ship when you wish to do so."  He says with a polite bow.  He was a pirate but not one without a hint of manners.     It had been a long time since he brought a fair lady aboard his ship.  It was his first love, and only love until her life was taken in cold blood upon Sharvani ground.   He sits back down at his table, and takes a locket out from one of his pockets and gently presses it open, to reveal a small dried flower from within it.  It was a gift given to him by his first love, and sits back to soak in a past reveree of his joyus moments with Annabelle, who like himself was gryphon born.  

" I miss you dearly Annabelle, but I shan't forget your wishes unto me.  As one flower dies, one grows in its' place, and perhaps as your flower has perrished, I shall find a new one to hold dear to my heart.   Yet, I shall never forget the warmpth you've bestowwed upon me, who's emotions nearly ran as cold as stone.  Now, without you here I am afraid that my heart has turned solid and the temperature of my moods has run colder than the coldest waters of the sea, who's bottom reaches unmeasurable fathoms below.    I only hope my heart can recover as you would have wished for me."

With his words he takes a sip of ale and gently closes the locket, putting it back into the pocket of his coat.    He looks onto Kait bearling a semi smile.   There was something about her that seemed to warm his heart just enough to bring him out of the cold.

[The End of All Light.]

[align=justify:d237bf157e]Wafting murmurs filled the senses, pulling the focused pall from the graces of other’s present; oblivious to the calamity evolving around Tanthis and his cowardly subordinates- those bearing the name of Demonsheart were nothing but sniveling abominations soon to be cut from existence. Something’s never change that was for certain, however, other things are permitted to blossom just like the velveteen rose held in her gracious hand. What was the point of pleasure if you could not relinquish it by will? Should passion be thy all to transform into poisonous addictions? The point was, every creature was designed to be manipulated by another of greater spirit or presence, it was why they so purposefully served, demons, ghosts and gods. The answer to the other riddle wasn’t so complex to decipher for already those seductive venoms coursed there way throughout her svelte body threatening to consume. The chrysalis was beginning to bring forth an obsidian butterfly into this dreary plane of non-existence, where all who gathered appeared lost or forsaken. Perhaps this wasn’t so, maybe they had a purpose beyond that of ‘gathering’ like a flock, waiting for shepherd or wolf; at times one may be both. Chaos had broken forth, but it was nothing new to pull her sway away from Alexa’s body just to observe another event that would be forgotten… after all Tanthis wasn’t worth remembering let alone considering why the hell he was bothered with in the first place and not killed on first sight… perchance Atra wanted to give him the opportunity to run, the wild hunt aroused the horsemen and what a sight that would be to inspire death… hunting the rabbit with the hounds in close pursuit.

Rubicund apertures pulled away from Alexa’s warm embrace, right hand curling around her upper arm like a serpent seeking solitude in its nest- long tapered nails grazing against porcelain flesh harsh enough to trace welts but not painful enough to cause her crimson river’s to flow over snow-capped shores. ”Come!” It was more of an order than a suggestion, why grace these prying eyes of aroused drunkenness as if they were the show, designed to entertain the men whilst their women waited passionless on haystack beds, like beasts of burden. Dirty, stubble faces staring over their slender bodies, examining where fingers probed, lips explored and sweet juices cascaded like god’s greedily licking honeyed ambrosia. Elegant hands weaving to conjure desire and lust, filling the atmosphere with that intense ambiance of emanated want; actions wanting to go that inch further to actually taste and not just create for even the connoisseur must sup the wine before classifying its delectable vintage. Shoulders shrugging back the restricting warmth of onyx-leathered coat, with one swoop bringing it over the shoulders of Alexa for no man were worth gazing any further upon her beauty… they were not worth her spit in their eyes. Not even one hundred of them were worth one of her… disgusting and pitiful beggars wishing to sample the fruits of what they would never afford.

Step vigorous as Atra made her way to the door, hand still gripped around Alexa’s arm. Atra placing her body between Alexa and the swarming crowd trying to dodge or fathom what the hell had fallen through the ceiling and now somewhat grown into some horned beast unable to leave due to miscalculation of the width of exit? Turning right, following the shadowy structure of wall and out through the back of the bar- the back entrance where carriages and horses eagerly awaited. Once outside, Atra’s hand slipped away from Alexa’s miniscule arm- permitting the last opportunity to leave, if that was her desire? Then stepping to the left, right hand sweeping in gesture to Alexa to enter into the ivory polished cabin even before her own eminence; an invitation extended to enjoy the plush dark scarlet upholstery and be ensured for a rather, cozy and invigorating ride back to ‘Mortuus Lacrimae’. Here, they can explore each other…more…profoundly. Taking a single step up onto the peg of step, nostrils lifting to detect another presence lingering or about to manifest [Alexander], whether by intent or actual presence Atra could not decode at this point in time; focus placed more on Alexa and not a stranger in the midst… the extrasensory intuitions tingling within the center of her inner mind, extending a welcome along with directions- whether he sought Alexa or not to harm or unite was of no concern to Atra… though another to torment was a welcoming amusement to behold.

There was no means to show how Atra detected Alexander, it could just have easily been from Alexa’s mind while Kain was ever so subtly wielding it to his gracious misgivings… another gift of many presented in the guise of tempting flesh and beauty. Alexa herself could prove to be a most vicious toy of manipulation and would serve her uses in more ways than just the obvious. Snickering gutturally while allowing Alexa’s scent to permeate throughout the area, if he wished to find her, then he shall without restriction of archaic and obdurate shrouds… leading him either to Kain or to that of ‘Mortuus Lacrimae’ itself. Two paths and two choices… one demanding more bravery than the latter; he would prove his measure and worth to adorn their visages with his face… the mystery of Alexa would then be unveiled. One final snicker before climbing into the cabin; a tall, gangly cloaked figure emerging from the shadows, closing the glistening door behind both ladies as whip cracked prompting the eight stallions to hastily progress into the night. Surprisingly enough the journey wasn’t rough or jerked by the merciless terrain. Nothing but silence at first as Atra’s fingers traced over the raven crests sculptured into the frame… orbs drifting askance to examine the glory beside her, then turning to address directly as hands rose to push back the cloak from Alexa’s shoulders then pushing her back against the cold surface of the partition behind her.

With a sinister grin lurking over cardinal lips designed for sin… silver adorned hands of surgical blades running along Alexa’s inner thigh only to forcefully open those milky wings and permit the lashing of serpentine tongue to slither along limb before licking over the pollen of her previously given nectars. A single forceful flick of the apex of her tongue, before withdrawing only to plume piquant breath over the bud of her fragrant orchid- armored hand still held against Alexa’s thigh though piercing slowly through the flesh allowing those scarlet waters to run. Pinnacle of appendage gyrating around the erected bulb of her enticed nucleus now animated to hardness; just like candy. Right hand snaking up over thigh and naval to viciously twist left erected nipple, painfully but also sensual… then circling around with the tip of elongated fingernail. By this time juices awoke the erotic hungers from within ebon-soul, exploring deeper through the gates of Alexa’s temple then seeking the hub of all impulses to bite, tease, suck and whip with zenith of thrashing wickedness. Tilting her head to sup blood only to return harder and more vigorous within the chamber of Alexa’s heightened elation. [/align:d237bf157e]