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I Live the Life I Choose - Lost Girl OC RP for Paintedsky and Bombielonia

Multi-Charrie Lost Girl Rp.

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[Bombielonia]

Xy was sat on the stool within the bar, rather loud bar. Flashing colorful lights, hips shakin', men payin'. Typical. Xy found it as the perfect place for her to do her little 'hobby' when she needed some cash, she eyed left before right before spotting the perfect target, a man two stools away from her, drunk.. probably grieving about something. She stood up, cupping her hand over her small cup of wine as she dragged it across the counter as she had her arm extended to do so, she walked behind the stools until reaching the one next to him, where she sat on the stool with her cup now in-front of her, she took a sip before putting it down, turning to look at the grieving man as she leant forward, shoulder to shoulder as she simply snuck her hand within his left coat pocket, taking it out with some lovely loot, a wallet! "Heeey bab-.." She spoke with a faked foreign accent, a perfect one before she was interrupted by the man as he waved his arm towards her dismissively, "Fuck off.." he said, but that's all she wanted after getting what she wanted, the said wallet. "But.. of-course.." She gladly walked away, this little act of hers could've been seen by anyone behind her.


Xylina walked outside the club and bit her lower lip as her eyes gleamed down the wallet as she took it out once again, opening it to view what ever is inside, fifty darned dollars! She squealed with excitement, pouncing on her feet as she takes the cash notes, walking away down the walkway, subtly throwing the wallet in the trash can when she passed by it.

 

[Paintedsky]

Vadim was stalking a rapist.


He hadn't intended on spending the evening doing this. In fact, all he'd wanted was a quiet drink, maybe a feed if he could find someone who didn't annoy the ever-loving crap out of him, but then that was a bit ambitious given his recent steak of misanthropy.


Then, lo and behold, he'd smelt this fellow. At two hundred years, Vadim had fine tuned his incubus magic powers to achieve a certain skill with them. The sexual energy, potency, and state of others was detectable him through the scent of their pheromones alone. He could recognise someone who'd just come fresh from an orgy, or who hadn't been laid in a year. Unfortunately, it also allowed him to recognise someone who was on the prowl, and not in a good way.


Serial rapists had this really horrific scent. It was like... Stale sweat, no matter how clean they were. Their pores reeked of hormones, and there was something else, something sour that made Vadim's stomach turn.


The problem with being able to know a rapist who was on the prowl from merely their scent meant that there was a moral obligation to go prevent the worst from happening. Casual evening goodbye, a night of skulking from alley to alley waiting for the right moment to strike hello.


The rapist in question was in his early thirties, absolutely gorgeous with a square jaw, handsome face and thick gold curls. He as well built, easily capable of overpowering the average woman. A couple of streets down, Vadim realised he was following someone. She was a girl, barely an adult, with dyed hair and a pretty face. He could smell the change in the rapist's hormones when he chose her, feel him latching on, sense the excitement. Crap, Vadim thought, picking up the pace and keeping close.

 

[Bombielonia]

Xylina stopped in her place as she took out her smartphone, wiping her finger across the screen before doing a brief thumb dance, not knowing what she was doing next before actually realizing she meant to text someone, which she started doing.. Unknown to her distracted mind there was a man behind her, mind filled with foul, foul thoughts. She hummed to herself, doing a little dance as she was stood there, one hand going to brush a lock of her hair behind her ear. She kept moving her hips left and right in a small sway, she was hyper, always have been hyper.. Playful, barely taking anything seriously unless.. it is the hard way!


She shifted her weight from leg to other as she finally clicked send, sending the message to whomever it was meant for, pocketing the cellphone within her backpocket of her blue jeans. "Here comes the boohhmmm!" She said cheerfully, swinging a fist in the air as she was just about to begin her walk, should she not be stopped there, she would keep singing and doing odd gestures and singing random songs whilst she headed to her destination.

 

[Paintedsky]

The girl was... weird. Kind of funny, but weird. Vadim wasn't sure if it was appropriate or not to laugh at her antics, but he kept quiet regardless since to do otherwise would rather give away his stalking habits.


As the girl restarted her journey, she walked past a dimly lit alley way - after all, isn't that always where these things occur? - and sure enough, the rapist in question seized the opportunity. Moving with surprising speed for a man so big, he tackled her into the alley, pinning her against the wall in seconds, dragging her away from the light of the walkway. "So fucking beautiful," he grunted, his voice strained, slightly slurred. Vadim couldn't smell alcohol on him, so perhaps something else was the cause. Either way, he knew he had to act.


Deceptively strong for someone so slight, he yanked the rapist away from the girl, pinning him against the opposite wall. Hoping the girl behind him would be too stunned to be paying much attention to him, Vadim leaned in and kissed the rapist, a dusting of blue mist forming between the connection of their mouths. From there it was easy, sucking out the sexual energy in the rapist's body, depleting it entirely until his body fell limp. The skin around his mouth had become puckered and blue, but Vadim was able to cover that with a small return of the energy, healing without reviving.


Panting heavily, because urgh, rapists always tasted so foul, Vadim dropped the body and covered his mouth with the back of his hand, letting the feed sink into his body. Please, just let the saying you are what you eat be untrue.

 

[Bombielonia]

"Like the legend..- Uwaaagh holy shi-.. Owf!"


The girl was suddenly interrupted when she was slammed against the wall, "Owwff!" she screamed and gasped in fright, even wriggled in her place before tried to push the man away ever so weakly.. To her surprise, he was.. pushed away? She put her hands up mid air and widened her eyes, staring at her hands before realizing that the man was pulled away, not pushed by her weak hands. She looked at the man suck the rapist's soul out, at least that's what she thought. "Fucking.. soul-sucker'er'!" she commented, she was.. shocked, yet sadly she suddenly fainted, not quiet having any time to react more to this unusual scene to her, it was exotic! -..She dropped down the ground on her left arm, THUD! Her colorful hair covered her face, the girl was on the ground, not moving a single bit, but hey, she was breathing, thankfully not dead.. since, obviously she merely fainted!


- -


Meanwhile, in an apartment by the lovely shore was Desmond; enjoying his glass of Rose wine as some jazz played in the background. He had his hand up, his left hand, where the thumb and pinky fingers were raised when the other fingers were lowered.. The man he turned to look at a man whom was ever so frightened, sat on a chair, muttering a couple thousand 'Please don't kill me..' sweating and tearing in fear.. He wasn't tied, but he couldn't move.. not a bit. "Shut it." Desmond said calmly as he lowered his fingers to only press his index finger against his thumb, the tied man's lips seal as if they were sewed together. "That is more like it." The man screamed, but this time, his scream was muffled, Desmond never lost his calm, he simply sipped his wine before grinning.


Desmond took a step, and another, and another closer, gnawing on his lower lip as he lowered himself towards the helpless man.. "You.. will be my brief entertainment for the night." Desmond said before the curtains of 'fade to black' close, moans, muffled screams and alike were heard behind the curtains!

 

[Paintedsky]

((OOC: Desmond you smooth bastard, doing dark deeds to people to jazz whilst drinking wine xD Oh, and please forgive Vadim's Christian comment, he and I share separate views, mainly because I have yet to be chased out of a house having someone scream 'devil!' at me.))


"Incubus," Vadim said automatically in response to being called a 'fucking soul-suckerer'. Because really, he didn't need any more nicknames -two hundred years had earned him more enough for any one person - and to be honest, fucking soul-suckerer was just too much of a mouthful to manage anyway. He watched as the girl collapsed too, dyed hair falling artily over her face. It was probably the best outcome. Now he could pass off his soul-sucking as a part of her dream, and he could go back to doing whatever it was he was supposed to be doing with his life.


… Yeah … but… he couldn't really just leave her lying in an alleyway beside the definitely dead rapist. She'd either be arrested, or picked up by some other creep. A creep who wasn't a well-meaning murderer Incubus, something far worse, like - god forbid - a well-meaning Christian. Vadim's experience with well-meaning christians had not gone all that well in the past, especially when and if they mistook him for the devil on earth and all that. To be fair to them, he did suck out people's life force. The mistake was easily made.


Sighing, because do-gooding was the last thing he'd wanted to do tonight, Vadim bent down and lifted the girl up. He then carried her back to his apartment with relative ease, imbued with a nice shot of energy from the late night snack.


His apartment was a neat, spacious complex, consisting of a kitchen, living area, bedroom, and bathroom. His various exploits as an incubus had amassed a certain amount of wealth, and it was suitably lavish, decorated in neutral colours and swanky but minimalist furniture. He wasn't all that attached to it, but the interior designer who had done it had been charming, not to mention a great fuck.


Setting the human down on the sofa, Vadim stepped back to inspect her, before he went over to the kitchen - all of the rooms were open, not separated by walls and thus joined together - to pour himself a glass of wine. Make that a large glass of wine.


***


Castor's attempt at redemption was not going to well thus far.


She'd been drifting from city to city for the past couple of years, visiting various bars and fae gatherings in the vague hope of finding something that would help straighten her out. In that particular city, she had chosen to spend the night at the Dal Riata, the local fae light bar, run by a Gnome who went by the name Trick, and who also just so happened to be the Blood King.


Everything had been shaping up just fine until some drunkard had started slagging her off. She'd taken it in good spirit at first, laughing off the various insults. Then the drunkard had starting getting personal, referring to her hypothetical sex life and family, and her good will had run out.


Several punches, kicks, and rage-filled shouts later, she had the drunkard pinned to one of the tables, her hand wrapped around their neck, quite frankly on the verge of squeezing the life out of them.

 

[Bombielonia]

OOC

written in a hurry, sorry if there are a lot of typos and bad grammar!

Xylina...


The said human opened one eye before the other, her eyes dart left and right as he found no one present, at least she didn't notice anyone.. she put one foot on the ground before the other as she sat, slowly standing up and silently; she begins moving around, looking at the various decoration and things on the tables, where she lifted them up before putting them down, probably either in her bag or she put them back in their wrong places. She did notice a man pouring wine in the kitchen, which she froze in her spot, holding a rather expensive item belonging to him.. Xylina just stared at Vadim, blinking her eyes.. She actually thought she was dreaming, well, dreaming about the part where she saw a man sucking another man's soul, at least that is what she thought.. she casually moved the item held with her right hand behind her back as she brought her left hand also behind. "Yo yo yo, my maaan!" She said playfully, with a faked accent.. "I mean..-" She looked around the apartment before saying again.. "Hello theer, siiirrr.. " She said, in a faked-posh accent. "I, am Lady.." she looked around, trying to find a way to make up with a name.. "Tele-..Vipoh.. Of house.. Windo-door." she nodded rather quickly, smiling nervously, causing the hair to fall in-front of her eye and blocking its view, she brought the hand holding the said item of his to brush the hair away with the back of her hand which held the item, before putting it behind her back once again "I seem to have lost my self in uh.. a chamber of a secrets?" She shrugged, not really knowing how to react.. She.. is still lost, did the man actually kiss another and suck his soul out? 'Well I am fucked.' she thought if it is actually what happened.


Desmond..


Desmond smirked and lifted hands up, both of his hands are empty now, he began moving his fingers.. The man? He was walking against his will, he was so scared.. he was sweating, crying, but his lips were sealed, he still couldn't speak.. He simply.. walked to the balcony, while Desmond was grinning.. "Owh, you hate your life? You are going to jump?" Desmond said as he made the man put one leg over the fence, before the other.. SPLAT. The man fell down the balcony, but before he did fall, and before the curtains unveiled what is happening, Desmond had him hold a bottle of whiskey which Desmond wiped his finger own prints off of it.


"A shame, not that your life meant anything anyway, useless and pathetic."


Desmond brought the said bottle, held with a piece of cloth and dropped it down by the man who.. suicided; it shattered, but there certainly are some partial prints there incase the police decide to investigate further, he didn't want to bother with some lame police investigation, so he decided to fake the poor man's suicide, who knows where he found him?


Rhoswen...


"Quickly, lay her down there!" Said Rhowen as two Fae guards brought a wounded woman, whom Rhoswen inspected to find that her wounds were simple, but severe. The woman was cut by a blade, sliced around the neck.. she quickly brought a cotton pad and pressed it against her neck, looking towards one of the said guards and reaching for his wrist, to place his hand on the cotton pad before she rushed to the cabinet, taking out a needle and a small bottle from the drawer, where she opens it and pulls the needle as it fills with the liquid.


She rushes back to the wounded woman and injects her with the needle, but.. She realized something.. the woman just gave her last breath, she died, having lost a lot of blood on the way here.. The corpse simply burnt into ashes, in a blink of an eye.. there was no body, but just.. some ashes, as if someone had burnt a pile of papers.


Rhoswen frowned deeply, gritting her teeth as she grabbed her hair and pulled on it once.. She never liked this, the scene of watching someone die in-front of her when she could've helped.. "I could've helped! I.. could've been faster.." She kicked at something random as she was rather frustrated, she never took the failure of helping someone simple.. "I was.. this close to g-. Urgh!"

 

[Paintedsky]

Vadim

​

Draining the wine glass impressively quickly, Vadim watched the girl as he drank, listening to her ramble. Why was she- oh, the fancy apartment. He perhaps should have guessed a girl like this would say something so strange but still… he had to cover a smile, because really, he wasn't supposed to be so easily amused. Rough, tough, untouchable Incubus, remember? Not some giggling teenager.


But… Lady Tele-Vipoh of Windo-door.


Before he could help himself he laughed into his glass, trying to cover it up as a cough, nearly choking on the wine. "Stranger's apartment, yes. Chamber of secrets, not so much," Vadim assured her dryly, setting the wine glass down. Wasn't now the time he was supposed to order her out? She was awake after all, possibly insane, but capable of functioning beyond his care. He was definitely supposed to be kicking her out right about now.


"Are you alright?" He asked, walking round to go and perch on the arm of the armchair adjacent to the sofa upon which she sat, leaning forward. "You sort of plummeted after I pulled tall, dark, and rapey off of you."

Castor

​

"What have I said about fighting in my bar? Elder or not, you still obey my rules," A voice both patronising and disapproving in equal measure demanded from behind her, belonging to the barkeep Trick.


"This kid started it," Cassy said through her teeth. It was a petty form of self-defence, but she didn't have much else left nowadays.


"Let him go," Trick ordered, and with reluctance Cassy obeyed. The drunkard in question scurried off, scared sober by Cassy's sudden outburst. "Now," Trick said, setting down two shot glasses on the bar top, filling them with some foul green liquid. "Come pour your heart and soul out to the barkeep."


"No thanks," Cassy muttered, taking up a seat at the bar and downing both the shots anyway. It tasted like piss. Fantastic. Pouring out her heart and soul wasn't really her thing. "I'm just looking for something not completely fucked up in this town."


"That's unlikely to happen I'm afraid," Trick said, refilling her shot glasses. "Although, if you want something to distract yourself with, go see the Ash, ask if they need you to do anything."


"What on earth is a an Ash?" Cassy asked, her head dizzy from the piss-drink.


"Leader of the Light Fae? How long have you been out of the game, have you really forgotten something that basic?"


Shrugging, Cassy took the shots, slammed the glasses down, and then stood. "Whatever, Trickster. I'm off to go heed your advice now, happy?" And, grabbing her coat from the barstool beside her, she did just that.

Pollux

​

Well turn me over and fuck me sideways, Pollux thought blearily upon awakening, the actual hell did I do last night?


Pushing a decidedly naked body off of her face - thank you very much but get off - Pollux sat up, blinking to clear the sleep out of her eyes. The surrounding room was filled with similarly under-dressed individuals, fae judging by how a fair few of them possessed wings or horns. Half the room was blackened from ash, burnt by… god knows what. That was the sort of fiery destruction only her twin sister had a tendency to bring about.


Struggling to her feet, she stumbled across the tangled web of nakedness and went to the fridge. Opening it, she was pleased to find it possessed only one thing: booze. Whoever owned this house had their life sorted.


Retrieving a beer bottle, she popped the lid off with her teeth and then sat herself up on the kitchen counter, nursing the bottle. Her magic fae touch alone cooled it down to an icy temperature, for it appeared the fridge was not on. Luxy got the impression that the house was devoid of electricity, judging by the state of it. Looking around, she realised that the place felt familiar… Had she been there before? Glancing down at the counter, she found a stack of envelopes, at least ten, possibly twenty. Stamped on most of them was a red 'URGENT' or 'FINAL WARNING'. Picking one up, she turned it over to find out who it was addressed to, and which of her charming orgy buddies was going to have to deal with a half burned apartment and some lovely looking bills.


Well shit. Upon turning it over, she found her own name stamped on the front. Scratching the back of her head, she set the bills back down and sighed. She really ought to sleep in her own home more often.

 

[Bombielonia]

Rhoswen was sat down by her desk within her lab, her dim-lighted lab. It was late midnight, and outside was another nasty thunderstorm which actually was something calming to her.. The sound of heavy rain falling down the ground was.. soothing, music to ears.. something which always made her feel peaceful. She had her hands wrapped around a white mug with a red heart printed on it, steaming as the hot coffee was only recently poured into the said mug, on which she brought to her lips for a short sip, not even bothering to blow onto it as she winced after tasting the hot coffee, but she was used to that.


She was staring and daydreaming to the spot where the girl Fae was incinerated earlier, something new to her within this world she was living. Her eyes were obviously showing how tired she was, it has been a long day for Rhoswen, one of the reasons being Rhoswen tiring her self with overthinking about the said earlier incident.

 

[Paintedsky]

((OOC: A) I cannot format this all fancy like you. B) Bed? Earlier events? *instantly curious and a little suspicious * *then realises what you meant and drags mind out of the gutter* C) Typos and Grammar don't bother me too much don't worry =w=))


An hour of so later, Castor ended up stood outside the door to a certain Doctor Rhoswen's lab, the address printed in smudged ink on the back of a napkin. The Ash had held no task for her to distract herself with, but had instead advised she visit this doctor and ask if she could help with anything. It seemed somewhat like a wild goose chase to Cassy, but since she had nothing better to do and would like to refrain from getting into another fight, she entered.


Walking in amongst the dim-lighting, going slow to allow her eyes to adjust, Cassy inhaled, catching the scent of a human. Traces of fae could be detected here and there, but the predominant scent was definitely that of a human female. It wasn't unpleasant just… surprising.


Spotting a woman in a lab coat - how quaint - with a mug of coffee clasped in her hands, Cassy knocked on the wall beside her and watched the woman she presumed to be the doctor, awaiting her response, proceeding with caution.

 

[Bombielonia]

Rhoswen heard the door open and snapped out of her little phase-out, she took a final sip of her coffee before standing up, brushing her hair and rubbing her tired eyes before taking her hands away, to only realise the woman was looking at her, she was a little embarrassed because of that, but she approached. "May I help you?" She asked, eyeing the woman up and down with her fatigued eyes, but not fatigued enough to realise the woman had no wounds.

 

[Paintedsky]

Stepping away from the wall, coming closer, Cassy nodded her head slowly. "Yes. The Ash sent me here. He said I may be able to serve as use to you. Doctor Rhoswen, I presume?" She asked, just to check she did actually have the right person here, otherwise it would be pretty awkward if she'd gone wrong somewhere. The address had smudged, so she might well have misread it.

 

[Bombielonia]

Rhoswen


Rhoswen frowned, it was late.. and, ..- Does it matter? It wasn't like she was going to asleep anytime soon with that type of coffee drank up. "Help me with wha-.." She interrupted herself when the woman asked for confirmation regarding who she was, Rhoswen nodded. "Indeed, Doctor Rhoswen Dewitt, but please call me Rose." with that said, she extended her right hand to the woman. "And you are?" She asked, merely out of curiosity.


Xylina


Xylina sort of leaned back in her spot as she saw the man walk closer, she was afraid, but hey, she tried to hide it with her odd personality. "I am very al-.. Plummeted? Fancy word, one second.." Xylina took out her mobile and googled the word, chewing at her inner cheek as she went to do so.. "Aha! 'fall or drop straight down at high speed.'" She nodded yet again, puffing out her cheeks for a brief moment for a reason god knows why. "We-aeeelll.. You sort of kissed the man out of his soul.. I mean, I did watch some crazy porn on the internet but never something ending up with someone dying because their love partner sucked their life by kissing them.. W-well, not that I have a thing against such fetishes but hey,-.." She interrupted herself.. "Thank you." She actually said, "Thank you for helping me.. But..- I still.. can't.." she brought her index finger to her forehead. "Get the idea that I actually saw you kiss someone to death in here." she poked her forehead again. "Cool."

​

 

[Paintedsky]

Cassy





So the human really was the fae's resident doctor. Interesting. Trick had warned her that this town was filled with abnormalities, but a free human with such in depth knowledge of them was still a surprise. "Castor," she answered to the doctor's question, giving her a small smile so as not to seem rude. If she could avoid it, she'd really like to not pick up the nickname Cassy, not again. The chance of her irksome twin showing up was minimal, so hopefully, for once, she could escape.


Taking the offered hand and shaking it, Cassy appraised the doctor with a quick glance, noting the late night coffee and approving; night owls were her kind of people. "The Ash said I can help you with literally whatever you'd like. I'm visiting and just wish for something to do. I am, for until I leave, at your disposal, should you find use for me." Realising that perhaps it was bad timing, she quickly added, "Although I can always come back later if there's nothing now."





Vadim


Oh. So she had seen that, and was apparently capable of distinguishing between what was and what was not a dream. This wasn't technically breaking any fae rules, providing he claimed her. Which really, he wasn't all that keen on doing, but it was that or have someone come and wipe her memory, a process that would doubtlessly be unsavoury for the both of them.


"Yeah, plummeted," he echoed, running a hand back through his hair. "And as for the, as you put it, soul sucking, that's not a common occurrence I can promise you. Only do that on days ending in a 'y'." He spoke in deadpan, watching her as she tried to cover up her nerves. Her dishevelled demeanour and curious sense of humour was, if he dared admit it, endearing, and she managed to not annoy him like the majority of folks. "The killing part I tend to save for rapists and those charming sorts of individuals."


Leaning forward on his knees with his arms, he looked at her straight and took on a 'let me break it down for you' sort of attitude. "It's part of what I am; I'm not human, in case you hadn't guessed. I'm known in human mythology as an Incubus. I feed on sexual energy, which is about as tacky as it sounds, and I can do it without killing people. Tall, dark, and rapey's rapist tendencies earned him the winning golden ticket in the will-I-kill-you lottery though." Watching her, he nodded. "So now is the part where you're allowed to freak out."

 

[Bombielonia]

Rhoswen


Rhoswen shook Cassy's hand with a light grip, a light grip which didn't release the woman's hand just as soon as they finished shaking, she looked into Cassy's eyes before then pulling her hand.. What was that? Anyway.. Rhoswen smiled yet again as the woman smiled herself. "Pleasure, Castor." She doesn't seem as tired as she was anymore, perhaps this little meeting refreshed her a bit.


Rhoswen arched an eyebrow before the other.. "You can leave whenever you want, my dear..- I am not going to keep you against your will.. But I.." Rhoswen looked Cassy up and down before continuing, a faint smirk could've been seen for a moment's time there! "..- Think you should not go back to the Ash without nothing of worth, you know how he is." Rhoswen looked up, making eye contact with Cassy as some of her hair fell down in front of her right eye, but Rhoswen didn't bother brushing it yet, even though it's bothersome as she is more distracted with lovely Cassy here.





Xylina


Xylina just... stared blankly at him, jaw down, eyes wide.. She raised her arms and flailed them, up and down, waving them both before slamming each palm against her head, smacking her self.. Y-.. Don't ask, that was her freaking out, apparently. "Sexual energy?" She then said, having put down her hands by her thighs, she stood side-ways, giving him her shoulder as she flicked her short hair, sending the sky-blue hair swinging back as she spoke in a perfect Russian accent.. "But baby, i'm full of that." She winked once.. okay, twice.


She stopped that weird act before standing upright again, she walked to the opposite side of the sofa, leaning on the handstand and imitating how he is leaning against it. "So you're.." she pointed one finger towards him and moved it in a circular manner. "You're telling.... -me-.." she now pointed the finger at herself, moving it yet again in a circular manner. "There's an army of sex-energy-feeding people? No wonder pornography business went up hill in the latest years... ("I keep track.") Darn I should have invested then! " she said with a hand covering the side of her mouth briefly as if she was whispering from a distance..

 

[Paintedsky]

Vadim


Vadim was probably meant to feel seduced or something as she flicked her hair back and winked, but by accident he ended up laughing. He rather preferred her odd, comedic disposition to someone trying to flirt with him though, since she was actually one of the few people on this earth who seemed capable of making him laugh. "Army? Nope, just a couple of us. I only know… two other Incubuses, and a couple of Succubi. Pornography just went up because the recession made everyone stay home and get horny." Leaning forward on his seat, he dangled his legs off of the armchair arm and studied her, trying to decide what to do. "Sorry to ruin your evil genius business plan."


Covering a smile, he inspected his nails so as to seem casual, saying airily, "Well, so now's either the part where you sell me your soul or I suck it out from you." Because, really, what was the point in revealing fae secrets to a human if he couldn't have a little fun with them first? He tried to keep his focus on his nails, watching out from under his fringe to study her reaction, biting back on his lower lip to stop a smirk pushing through.


Castor


Cassy… was pretty sure she was being flirted with. That or the doctor was just naturally and unusually alluring, but Cas, even without being the guardian of lust, could at least tell somewhat when someone was interested. And besides, she certainly didn't mind it, and especially not from the doctor. The thought of her twin, however, rather pissed her off, and driven by this mild but recurring irritation she became rather forward, brushing back the loose strands of hair from the doctor's face and tucking them back behind her ear. "I can assure you I am not staying here against my will."


Withdrawing her hand, she straightened and glanced around. She hadn't been near a medical facility in what she realised must be centuries, and things had rather changed since that time. For one thing, they no longer smelled like rot and disease, instead fresh, clinical and soaked in antiseptic. In part, Cassy was rather sad for the loss of screaming as people were amputated without anaesthetics, and the constant panic of death and infection. Still, to mourn such losses wouldn't really be in keeping with her rehabilitation attempts, so she instead noted how the technology seemed much better equipped, and that the doctors had become much prettier. "So, what is it that you do here?" She asked, partially out of curiosity, partially just to hear the doctor talk about her work.


Pollux


Leaving her trashed burn-site of an apartment behind, Pollux returned to the open night of the city, grateful for the fresh air. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as the scents of cigarettes, weed, alcohol, and sex all washed over her, listening to the sound of two women hijacking a car parked at the end of the block. Somewhere up in one of the apartments, two people were screaming at one another, a couple judging by the alternating 'You bastard!' 'You bitch!'. Smiling happily, Pollux bathed in the rag-tag trash of city life, the energy of that alone enough.


Wandering into the commercial side of downtown, where the girls were cheap and the pavements slightly sticky, she passed by plenty of decent feeds. Women and men draped in doorways, scantily clad, and couples pressed up against each other in alleys, doing what couples did in alleys. Walking past them, Pollux drifted her fingers across their backs, shoulders, and waists, her touch featherlight. As her fingers touched them, a faint blue glow was visible to those who could see such things, and she felt a whole lot better by the end, wide awake and raring to go.

 

[Bombielonia]

Xylina


Xylina stood straight and on her feet, blinking her eyes as she just stared at Vadium, she didn't bother replying to what he said, not yet... Well, bother is a harsh word, she didn't know if he was serious or not, not that she took everything seriously.


She gulped and cleared her throat ever so nervously as she ran a hand through her hair, attempting to look casual even though she is obviously nervous, despite the fact she can be a good actress, she was experiencing a way-too strange event to act proper, but at least she tried to keep her cool.


"W-well, I once was a ginger so I lost my soul that one very time I dyed it.." Her hand twirled around and pointed randomly behind her shoulder, at the past events, nodding with pouting lips. "You.. aren't serious are you? I mean, I totally am sorry about the things I was just about to borrow from you." She said not later taking out one of the expensive things she took from the tables form her earlier stroll around the living room, shrugging and leaning her head to the side briefly, offering that one innocent-like smile!


Rhoswen


Rhoswen gnawed down on her lower lip as she stared at Cassy, 'stared' is too much, studied, yes, that's more likely. She studied her figure with her eyes, which darted up and down before stopping straight into her eyes, her heart raced like a modern Ferari car when her hair was brushed, blood rushing to her head as she blushes deeply, unable to hide her shy smile.. She had leaned her head against the hand before it was pulled withdrawn, forcing it to brush against her blushing cheek, and after such happening, she fixed her head and scratched her brushed cheek with her index finger, eyeing Cassy still not breaking the eye-contact.


She noticed the girl looking around so she looked over her shoulder and tucked her hands back in her lab-coat front pockets, looking around the lab before turning back to the woman when she spoke and questioned Rhoswen. "Well.. I aid people, especially Fae.. well, only Fae actually. And research.. And recently there was this.. odd incident, but I doubt it's anything of importance, but uh.. I have to ask, is there any type of Fae that.. gets incinerated upon death?" She took her chance to ask the girl, who knows? Perhaps she is experienced..


Desmond


Desmond was.. bored.


As mundane as he is, he probably was on the same street mentioned, he was looking for another toy to pull its strings.. He eyed left before right, the loud night life was perfect, but everyone seemed too boring to play with.. Everyone was either drunk, high or.. well, ugly.


He walked past an alley, wait..- He's taking a large step back and looked to his left, taking his hands from his pockets he grinned devilishly and faced the two female girls having a go, on which he.. decided to be an arse and ruin their fun by 'arching' each index finger, before extending them.. The two girls.. well, as drunk as they are, they bumped their heads into another, falling down the floor, unconscious. What a dick move, which barely even amused him.. He turned to once again continue his walk, humming a little tone, tucking his hands down his pockets, all fingers but his thumbs.


"Sylivia"

OOC

Name is clickable to some totally unrelated song.

A shining red dress, a cup of wine in her hand as she leant against the balcony 'fence', watching the lovely fireworks exploding far, far away; painting the dark, night sky whilst behind her was what seemed to be an official party, people were laughing, speaking to their partners.. this.. party seemed more likely to be held in a what seemed to be a big mansion?


It matters not; the woman put down her glass of wine on the balcony table as she turned to walk away, holding a small purse which only had one thing in it.. a pistol. She wasn't here for the party, nor was she here for entertainment, she was hired.. yet again.. A simple job, actually.. only catch? This party was crawling with black-suited bodyguards with earphones, and oh, cameras.


The woman's eyes were looking for someone specific, someone whom she couldn't find within the crowd, the host. The hostess, whom was.. a rather wealthy woman, owner of multiple hotels across the states.. The person whom hired this Identity Thief was obviously someone whom didn't like how the room services were, or something.. i'll get back to the point!


She knew where to find the 'hostess', upstairs.. their office.. Hey, she had planned for this! Now here's the tricky part, getting upstairs.. No one was allowed there but-.. Of course.. The woman in red's eyes now searched for another target, a maid of sorts.. 'Nope..- A rich whore..- Oh my, nice neckla-.. Ah-hah..' She went to approach the waitress, but not before picking up a glass of wine which was on a tray held by a waiter, she brought the glass in-front of her, by her chest as she 'accidentally ' bumped into the waitress, whom.. caused the the wine to spill on the woman's red dress. "You MORON!" Said the woman towards the waitress, whom was too shocked and eye-widened to figure out what to do, she was.. SCREWED! One word from this woman to the hostess about this little incident and she's /gone/, fired!

"M.. Ma'am! I am sorry, I am so sorry..-" She said, wiping the soaked wine on the woman's dress with no avail.. "Ugh. Do not embarrass me here, let us do this within the toilet room, it is embarrassing enough being touched by a maid such as you.. out here." (That sounded so wrong.) The woman said with a posh, British accent as she headed for the bathroom, where the maid followed, extending her hand to dry the soaked dress before.. her wrist was grabbed by the woman's white-gloved hand, she froze in her place as the woman brought her free hand to bit on the tip of her glove before pulling it off, now taking her bare hand to stroke the maid's cheek, caressing it before mumbling.. "Thank you."


With a blink of an eye, the maid was.. looking at a mirror.. the same clothes, the same.. everything.. Thud! She fainted, poor human girl, must've had too much pressure and this little incident didn't help.


Leaving the maid in the toilet room, and not forgetting her red purse, the.. maid.. herself.. left the bathroom, heading upstairs past the guards ever so confidently, the guards in black didn't even see her as a threat.


Upstairs were no guards at all, fancy wooden doors, mmh, none-... bingo, that one double door.. it must be the office belonging to the hostess; she looked left and right before up at the corner, directly into the camera, the 'maid' winked and took out the gun from the purse, dropping the purse before opening the door and almost instantly aiming it at the.. pwuh, short haired hostess, not what she expected.. She expected a.. well, an old rich fat man.. but hey, instead it was some youthful woman whom inherited a lovely business, lucky girl.


"I.. can offer you-.." The hostess tried to speak, but not until the 'maid' interrupted her, speaking with a faked, yet perfected Mexican accent. "You no pay me well, you no let my cousin movie! I kill you now!" Barely a straight face kept, the said 'maid' burst into laughter, the Hostess? Confused and afraid., foolishly screaming for help!


Shit.


The 'maid' shot the hostess as a reaction, quickly rushing towards her.. Thank god, she didn't die just yet, she kneeled down and touched her skin, and THEN ending her miserable life with another shot to her chest..


Now.. the 'Hostess' stood up, rushing outside as guards were swarming the room. "HELP! She's inside!" she cried for help as she rushed downstairs, before outside..and then of course, escaping the stupid mansion and stupid 'party'. 'Party..' "Humph." 'Merely idiots drinking wine and chatting over stupid jazz music.' Heh, a successful mission yet again, oh, and an appearance to keep for a while.

Poor guards, must've been confused when they saw their hostess dead on the ground, yet, she just ran outside.

OOC

Sorry about this part, too.. I do not know how to fix it so I uh-.. yeah, I am off to sleep. I hope you like this intro! Even though I suspect dozens of mistakes, wrote it half-a-sleeeeep. <3 Sorry!

Desmond


Desmond kept walking until he reached an alley where by the end of it, he noticed two couples.. Smooching and fondling each other; he grinned and approached, but not close enough to be noticed.. He raised one hand, and then another, claw-like.. He started toying with them.


He made them stop what they are doing to hug each other and.. Dance? Yes.. Dance.. they were.. dancing, a step forward, a step back, forward, back.. And then Desmond made the man turn the woman..- Heh, he's basically forcing them to dance Waltz.


Where the man was too shocked to know what is even happening, the girl? She.. was disappointed for being interrupted, but heh, she thought her husband was forcing her to dance like this, some sort of a sudden romantic surprise.. "Oh.. Hooneey.. When did you learn to daancee?" Spoke the woman as Desmond kept making them dance, and dance.. Sealing the man's lips and the woman slowly began to realize something is off.

 

[Paintedsky]

Vadim


Vadim made a low humming noise, considering what she said. "No, I've had a few gingers in my time; their souls are perfectly normal as far as I can tell." Standing, he went to inspect her stolen object collection, smiling to himself; he hadn't expected his teasing to turn up this particular outcome. He really ought to learn to be more observant too, he hadn't even noticed these were missing. "Well thank you for returning these, but I was kidding about the whole soul selling deal," he reassured her, smiling crookedly. "Although, since you're a human who knows about me, I am obligated to keep an eye on you so you don't go off on a conspiracy theory marathon."


To Vadim's surprise, this prospect didn't depress him as much as he thought it would, and as he picked up the various objects she'd 'collected' and returned them to their rightful place - or at least, what he thought was their rightful place. Crap, he had no idea what his own apartment looked like. No wonder robbing him was so easy - he looked her over again. "I just realised I never got your name. You know, the one you go by on the streets when you're keeping your nobility secret, Lady Windo-Door." He returned to collapse in the arm chair, throwing his legs over the side as he settled in. "I'm Vadim the soul-sucking Incubus, by the way, in case you ever need to introduce me to someone."


Castor


Alright, so, attractive human doctor lady was definitely checking her out. Cas couldn't really do much to cover a smile in response, one eyebrow rising slightly in amusement but she made no comment, content to leave it as entertaining subtext for now. The skin to skin contact had certainly felt pleasant, the doctor's blushing cheek cool against her unusually high body temperature, and the whole routine itself was entirely endearing. Castor made a mental note to go back and thank Trick and the Ash later, but only once Rhoswen was done with her. Whatever that might entail.


Oh dear, she thought to herself. I'm starting to sound far too much like my sister. Shaking her head, she focused back on what she was supposed to be saying, frowning slightly at her own behaviour. She wasn't normally this… hormonal, but she'd been out of the game a while, and pretty doctors were not something she'd been prepared for. "Four, actually. But none of them are native to North America," Cas answered as best as she could, struggling to recall knowledge from some time ago. Admittedly, the question caught her interest; it wasn't every day bodies ended up burning to death, especially when it wasn't by her hand. "Why?" She asked, tilting her head slightly, not breaking the eye contact she held with the doctor.


Pollux





Human sin was all very well, but nothing, nothing possessed the same kick as a truly twisted fae. Humming a tune of her own, in a remarkably good mood after the feed, Pollux was content to leave the feeding at that when she caught the scent. God. The scent of it alone was intoxication.


A divine cocktail or greed and lust and wanting something more had trailed its way through the streets, past a couple of knocked down lesbians, and was continuing along, humming with its hands in its pockets. Unable to resist, Pollux pursued, stalking the man through the streets, careful to keep her distance, wanting to watch, observe the hellish acts he so clearly wished to carry out. All the while she grinned to herself, very much satisfied with that seemed to lie in store.

 

[Bombielonia]

Xylina


Xylina raised her chin as if she was a noble, her eyes above the man's head as if he was a lesser.. "I.." She spoke, "Am the one and only.." She nodded, a serious-want-to-be-frown printing her expressions. "Xyyyliiiinaaaaaaa!" She did a little dance, hip shakin'!


After her little odd introduction she just gazed once again at the man.. "I am Xylina.. Just.. Xylina for now. So you sucky-sucky boy.. how do you uh.. like, do you even eat? Or is that enough, you know, sucking the sex out of someone until they di..- I am not horny by the way, so don't.. try it on me, nope." she shook her left and right. watching the items get put back in awe. "I was going to sell them to my cousin Joe-Joe, dude!"


Rhoswen


Rhoswen took off her coat and put it on her desk, the desk on which she leaned against on its edge as she put her hands on the edge as well, eyeing Cassy up and down once again before saying "Because..- Well, a wounded Fae.. well, sort of turned to ashes after.. her last heart beat." Rhoswen spoke with a rather sad tone there, but the said tone merely lasted a brief moment.


"It is weird, if.. what you say is right, why would the corpse vanish like that? Unless..-" Rhoswen brought her index finger to poke her glasses up her nose bridge and bit her lower lip, thinking, squinting her eyes as she ponders.


"Unless.. there is a certain.. Fae-hunting -.." She shook her head left and right, she was too tired to think.. too tired to even know what to say, her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. "I don't know, it could be nothing." She shrugged it off, shuffling her butt left and right as she scooted further up the table, now instead of leaning on it she is sitting on the edge, her hands still in place, holding the edge of the table, oh god darn it, her hair fell in-front of her eyes again, a smug face appearing as she expects her hair to be brushed like a princess again, oh dear Rhoswen.

OOC

Will fix grammar and typos when I wake up, I wrote this because I thought it would be unfair not to reply, I will reply with Desmond tomorrow, as well. Goodnight.

 

[Paintedsky]

Vadim


With a half smile, Vadim applauded her as she introduced herself with a little dance and such dramatic flare. The name was unusual, but he believed it far more than he believed in Lady Windo-door. "I think if you go around calling me sucky-sucky boy, people might get the wrong impression," Vadim noted, crooking an eyebrow at the nickname. Surprisingly, he'd had worse, but that definitely made the top ten. "And yes, I eat. I'm kind of starving, actually," he realised, his stomach growling with perfecting timing. He hopped up from the armchair and returned to the kitchen, opening the fridge and ducking his head to see what was in stock. "You want anything? I imagine escaping rape and then winding up with the devil himself - or there about - might be pretty draining."


Pulling out the left over Chinese food from last night, which lay cling-film wrapped in the fridge, amongst not much else, Vadim dumped it on the counter and looked her over. "You know, you're doing a sucky job of freaking out by the way. I was at least hoping I'd have to restrain you from running to the hills, or that you might try to exorcise me. Being exorcised is a real bundle of laughs, I can assure you."


Castor





A fae hunter? Castor had encountered her fair share of such people in her time, be she'd believed they had all died out in the Renaissance era, the resurgence of logic quelling the medieval fantasy and lunacy. Certainly, in America they'd had their fair share of religious zealots and crazed nut jobs who did the odd spot of trying to save/purge the world, but it had never been anything as advanced as arranging for the corpse to combust not long after death.


It was difficult to focus on her surprise, however, when the doctor was being so darn cute in processing the information. Watching her fidget with her glasses and work it all out in her head was again heart-warmingly endearing, and Castor was glad to find someone who didn't make her feel the compulsive need to start a bar brawl or whatnot. She was certainly more than happy to brush back Rhoswen's fallen hair once again, her hand lingering this time as she tucked it behind her ear, her eyes meanwhile studying they doctor's face.


"If this is the work of a fae hunter, it should be possible to work out who they are from the weapon," she said, to pretend she was still focused on the work. It made for a pleasant distraction, but wasn't much compared to the doctor now perched on the table. "A weapon capable of combusting its victims after death has to be unique."


((OOC: I'll add Lux after you've done Desmond then :3 See yah tomorrow ^U^))

 

[Bombielonia]

Xylina


Xy commented once he approached the fridge, heh, typical.. Her comm-... Alright, alright, here's the comment: "Do you keep horny people in there?" She pondered before answering, to his question "Do you have chicken nuggets? I feel eatin' dem nuggets, yo." She said, ghetto-like. She shuffled her feet to the kitchen, opening the fridge to see what the man living by himself had, rudely inviting her self as if she was told to, but hey, she wasn't. "Do you have some beer? Or wine? Or Scotch? Or blood? I am secretly a vampire." She said, looking over shoulder and pushing yet another lock of hair from her face, ugh, it bothered her. "So..- What do you actually do, everyday?" She asked him when she returned her attention to the things in the fridge, her left hand reaching back into her jeans to scratch her buttock.


Rhoswen


Rhoswen was.. distracted gazing at Castor's beauty before she actually spoke back, "Sorry..- Er, well.. " She yet again pushed her glasses bag up her nose, taking a deep breath as she nodded. "Indeed, I sadly didn't get a catch on what type of Fae that died today nor I have any idea on how to find out." She admitted, she thought she'd be expected to know how to trace such Fae-hunter.. well, but she didn't have anything to start off with. The lab had a small round-glass elevator, fancy.. it was by the corner to the far right. This lab is actually funded by one of the Fae, (Insert one of our characters here if you would like.). "But I am too tired to think about work now, sorry.." Rhoswen looked down the floor, letting out a long drawn-out sigh.

 

[Paintedsky]

Vadim


"Yes. Horny people are best served cold, I find," Vadim said nonchalantly, sitting himself up on the counter and locating a pair of chopsticks to pick at the leftovers with. He was tempted to make some really bad kind of pun out of fridge and frigid, but he decided inflicting his crappy sense of humour on this clear master of comedy might be a step in the wrong direction. "There's 'dem nuggets' in the freezer, and booze is- booze is pretty much anything in a bottle in there," he said, frowning at how much of an alcoholic he made himself sound. He just didn't like juice…


Chewing on the left over food, he tried to think of a decent answer to what he did. What the hell did he do with his life? "I urgh… occasionally do shit people as me to do. Incubus powers can be kind of kick-ass, so I can get hired to do stuff for people that they can't do. You know, bash a few heads together, find lost puppies, all that jazz. The fae - that's the name for non-humans like me by the way - are pretty heavily involved in the police force so if I need cash I can always help out with that. They have some pretty decent rewards actually. I guess I'm kind of a bounty hunter," he realised aloud. God, he never realised his job sounded so corny.


Castor


"I apologise again for bothering you at such a late hour," Castor said smoothly, well aware that her timing was… improper. "Unless there's another death like that one, it's probably not a far-hunter anyway." She didn't want to impose on the doctor, especially now if she was tired, but at the same time she wasn't exactly eager to leave. She considered, shamelessly checking out the doctor for a moment. Following her gaze, Castor looked back at the glass elevator, wondering what about it had caught the doctor's interest… her mind could certainly come up with its own possibilities, but then that was her mind; not something she had learned to trust. Glancing back at the doctor, she said softly, "I can go, if you'd like, and perhaps come back at a more convenient time for you?"


Pollux


The last thing she had been expecting her delicious new friend to do was force a couple to do the waltz. She couldn't decide if it was fucked up or sweet; perhaps a wonderful cocktail of both. Leaning against a lamppost, she watched on as the man twirled his wife around, feeling the panic from him and the joy then fear from her, a heady combination of emotions. Her interest lay more in the fae controlling them, however. She'd only met a mesmer once before, and they had been terribly dull, not at all in touch with the possibilities of their powers. They believed in using it all for good, and horrific things like that. This one seemed much more promising.


Leaning away from her spot in the streetlight, she walked up to the fae and stood beside him, watching the couple dance. "That's a neat trick," she said quietly, her voice low, layered with amusement and the plain desire for something more.

 

[Bombielonia]

Xylina


Picking up a bottle of beer from the fridge, she went to stand just in front of the man. She opened the bottle and threw the lid behind her carelessly, taking a sip just before widening her eyes as she realized this wasn't her cheap ass apartment, she quickly tried to distract him from her bad manners and er, offered him the bear, flashing a childish, toothy smile.


Xylina was actually just.. lost on what to do. Her day started with her stealing some cash from a sad man, getting saved from a rapist by a.. magical-soul-sucker-er. She actually was intrigued, curious, had a lot of fucking questions but she didn't want to seem interested just yet, perhaps her little greedy mind had something lingering, whatever it.


Oh, and.. she didn't close the fridge.


"Can I be your Robin?" She quo-.. Said, plainly.. as if.. as if she just asked someone for prom, well, she never got asked for prom, she was weird in highschool, heh... that's actually sad. And that's a bad example, since she's asking something here.


Rhoswen


Rhoswen frowned, looking at Castor. "Go? No no..- I am sorry if.. I didn't seem welcoming!" She panicked, before almost instantly saying. "Come, er..- Upstairs.. is.. my apartment." She said, ashamed of admitting that she actually slept where she worked. Well, technically above where she worked. "I can offer you something to drink, a coffee or uh, wine.. If I have that, it's.. been three weeks since I last restocked." She slipped off of her butt onto her feet, fixing her glasses she walked towards the fancy elevator, where she clicked the up arrow, the elevator door opened and Rhoswen stepped, should the woman step in she'd press the close button, and poking the button with number '3' on it, they were on '2', apparently.. and, there is a basement, whatever is down there.


"What type of fae are you?" Rhoswen asked as the elevator went up, plainly.. sa if she had asked the question countless times. 'That was so lame of me..'


Should the elevator doors open, Rhoswen's apartment would be exposed.. it.. was rather simple decoration, white and red everywhere. A glass table with a pot of Rhoswens (White Roses) was just ahead, to the right was a door to the bedroom, next to it the bathroom, the otherside of the apartment the kitchen. Small, yet sufficient for one person.


Desmond


The couples now froze, one leg raised and another was just about to be lowered as Desmond just kept them in their position before looking to his right.. but not at the woman behind him. "Why thank you. " By the statement the feminine sounding person behind him, he guessed she was Fae, and not a human judging by what she said and her reaction.


He.. was bored of the couples now, and wanted to find out who the new toy was, so he.. turned and made the couples face the wall, hands by their sides, facing the wall with their lips sealed forcefully before he had actually turned, clapping his hands together as he took a large step, before another, and then another.. standing not too far from the post. "Hello, m'lady." His voice was intrigued, yet. his eyes were.. heh, allured by the sight of this beautiful woman. "Why would someone like you be in a slum like this?" He grinned, licking around his lips.


The couples behind him were released, not by Desmond's will, he got distracted and the channeling he had going stopped unwillingly. He knew they ran away, but it didn't matter to him as no one would believe two drunk couples claiming they were possessed.


"Slyivia"


Sylivia arrived at the tavern, still disguised as the Hostess from earlier; she walked in un-noticed, sat on the bar, her usual self as she looked to her left before right; a typical day at this tavern, the little midget was serving as usual.


Sylivia never really talked with the King, the Blood King that is.. Well, apart from.. "Whiskey." She said, running a hand through her short hair, and then.. she.. brought her hand to her chest, heh, she liked this form, it wasn't that.. feminine, er, as in.. her chest was rather small in this. She felt light, the usual form she puts on was a bit.. heavy w-..


I will stop comparing breasts now, sorry..


Sylivia sat down casually drinking her wine, lifting her cup of wine within her index and thumb fingers, she twirled it in a circular motion before downing it until her eyes caught something, a man walked past, putting a small backpack on the counter before walking away.. Putting down the wine cup, Sylivia unzipped the bag and peered inside, it was her payment.. the bag might give the impression that it's a lot of money, well, it was, but not to her, it was moderate pay.. A hundred thousand American.


She smirked before speaking to the bartender once again, pushing the cup towards him. "Something more vintage and.. Expensive."

 

[Paintedsky]

Vadim


Kicking the door shut with the heel of his foot, Vadim wondered if she really meant that. Wait, did that make him batman? Because whilst he might not have been born in the twenty first century, or the twentieth century either for that matter, he too suffered from the universal problem of having an innate desire to be batman. This was freaking batman after all.


Looking Xylina over, he tried to convince himself to say no. You hate people, remember? You'll kick her out within a week, and that won't be fair on either of you. Wow, he thought, I'm actually talking to myself here. Perhaps, if anything, that was a sign that he needed someone around, before it was too late and he genuinely went insane. "Sure," he said with a shrug, "although, and I don't mean to be rude, can you fight? Some fae are less perky than I am, and are also probably a lot more willing to rip out your throat."


Castor


Whilst Castor hadn't meant to panic the doctor, she had to admit that the side-effects were rather wonderful. She said nothing as she just listened to the doctor ramble on, following her into the elevator without protest or hesitation. "Whatever you have is fine," she said quietly, in response to the offer of a drink. Honestly, beverages were the last thing on her mind, but it was sweet of the doctor to offer and she wasn't the sort to pass up free wine.


She stiffened somewhat, however, when the topic of her heritage came up. How were you supposed to tell someone you were a co-guardian of the seven deadly sins, who both fed off of and magnified depravity wherever they went? "An old one," she answered with an amused smile, trying her best to seem good-natured about it rather than defensive. Trust me, doctor, you'd be better off not knowing.





Stepping out of the elevator, Cassy looked around the beautiful if simplistic apartment, and went to admire the Rhoswens. "These are beautiful she said," gesturing to the white roses whilst looking at the other Rhosewen present in the room, making it perfectly clear which one of the two she preferred.


Pollux


M'lady? Hmm, Lux couldn't decide if she was charmed or amused by this individual; she'd been around in the era when men called women m'lady, and it had rarely been because they respected them… but still, she wasn't going to let a thing like that ruin this; not when she'd found a fae who made humans dance the waltz and revelled in it.


"Trust me, a place like this is exactly where someone like me belongs," she said, no self-pity in her tone, instead her voice a slow purr. She looked him over in return, having no shame whatsoever in admiring him, instead making quite the show out of it, doing it as slowly as she liked. "And yourself? I thought mesmers were a coveted commodity; shouldn't you be playing lapdog to some big important fae?"