nocte saltare , to dance the night // all members

[Amethyst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 410px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2125wes.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #00000; -webkit-box-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000; padding: 10px;] The Party Have you received an invitation in the mail? An elusive, exclusive invitation. The invite is for the crème de la crème. The cream of the crop. The richest of the rich. The invite tells you that you can now purchase a ticket to the party at a mere 100K a person. Yes, an invitation inviting you to pay for a party. The annual party held by the mayor of New Orleans twice a month in October. The first held on October 1st. The last party held on the 31st. These parties are A list parties all the way. You need to be a who’s who to attend. Billionaire? Prince? Celebrity? Endangered Species? Expect to hobnob and network. Along with the well knows you can find celebrity Vampire Executioners and Bounty Hunters. Of course all the riffraff manage to sneak in to the annoyance of the Mayor. Poor vampires. Millionaire humans. And other such undesirables. Despite such, everyone is dressed in fine costumes. If you’re not in a costume you shouldn’t be here. You can tell by the looks of most costumes that the jewels are real, the costume wool from some animal now extinct. Though the costumes may seem magnificent nothing compares to the party decorations. Each party seems to outdo the last. Harrah's Casino with its gigantic ballrooms has been rented exclusively for the night of the party. Everything is decorated in hues of orange, yellow and black. You will think you have stepped into another universe. Spider webs with real spiders are hanging in corners. Thick fog machines are constantly kept stocked to give the look and appeal of real fog. In fake glass walls meant to hold fish now hold bats that flap their wings in search of bugs and darkness. Zombies clamor in chains and moan and groan. Yes, real zombies. Not a living person dressed up in a costume. But real zombies, decaying before your eyes. Animators somewhere off in the distance, supposed to be keeping watch on them. No one ever expects a zombie to disobey until they munch on someone’s arm for a snack. In between the crowds are the many caterers, five stars and nearing on six. These men and women are the most beautiful things in existence and should be models. But at least right now they’re wearing leather straps and you’ll be surprisingly disappointed to find they cover what needs covering. Werewolves, wereleopards, vampires and even a gorgeous human or two in the lot. The word ‘no’ is not in their vocabulary and you might see some servers dash off into hotel rooms following their guests. They are after all, five star servers. After a good romping in the sheets you will find that the real party is in the ballroom itself. Though a good many people are distracted by the slot machines, card tables and various events going on: illusionists, acrobats, contortionists, fire eaters, burlesque dancers and more. Yes, you might get distracted by the six hundred pound tiger wandering around without a leash. There are three ballrooms and each one is more glorious then the next. The first ballroom is intended to stop many people from reaching the others. It is dolled up in black and orange, with bright orange neon lights. There are tables and couches in orange hues intended for people to stop and lay their feet while feasting on the very large open buffet. Foods from around the world will be elegantly served on your plate. Not the fake food America’s claim is food but the real deal. Spices, sugars, gold slivers and even bugs are several ingredients in many if not all the foods. Don’t worry about the bugs, you’ll never even tell the difference between a cleverly crafted Halloween version and the real deal. The second ballroom is filled with wonderful music and dancing. Someone gorgeous of the opposite sex asks for your hand and you begin to dance. With the music going you feel as if you could dance forever. During ten second intervals between songs someone hands you a glass of fine red wine. The flavor will be intoxicating and maybe you will spend the rest of your life searching for the flavor once more before you die. However, you will never find it and will die saddened as the grim reaper takes your soul and leaves your mortal remains behind. If somehow you have reached the third ballroom your eyes will struggle to take in the wonders. Your brain will tell you everything in this room is impossible. At a party like this one years ago two people became insane at the wonders, forever trapped in their mind. But you don’t recall the story that was hushes up. Your eyes are fluttering to the different decorations. Like how the ceiling is raining real snow. Like how the tigers that walk around the tables appear to have human eyes and stare at you not wondering if you would taste good, but how well in bed you would be. Like how the statues have such fine details you wonder if medusa is somewhere in the mist. Like how…well I best not say, I do not think your mind shall be ready for it. Are you ready for the party? But there is just one rule: no cameras. I PRESENT TO YOU … nocte saltare, to dance the night!

[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

The party of the year arrived in a large black box, addressed to her apartment. It was only by some miracle that she was there to receive it. The courier obviously knew what time she would visit and it bothered her. Isi tried to be as random as could be about visiting her empty apartment. Its only use was an address. She didn’t live here. Wouldn’t live here. Not when anyone with a computer could find it. Inside Isi opened up the large black box, balloons popped up to the ceiling. Instead of one envelope, there were two.

Isi read the first envelope. “Dear Miss Runasimi, You are invited to the annual October 1st party. Please come and dance the night away with us; it would not be a party without you. Enclosed below are two tickets. Do bring a guest.”

In the second envelope there were two tickets. Isi smirked. She loved parties, and the Halloween parties the mayor threw were no exception. Instead of having a party with a few caterers the mayor one day had a mind to charge people one hundred thousand dollars for a single ticket! If that wasn’t enough, you had to be invited to purchase a ticket. You couldn’t just decide to say ‘I’m going to buy a ticket and go to that party’. Nope! You were screened. It was Isi’s sort of party. As a Marshal, the mayor gave her a ticket for free every year to both parties. Though she could afford to pay for one. The only way you got in free to the mayors parties on Halloween were if you were a dear executioner or were working the place like a dancer or waiter. Isi knew people were desperately trying to nab catering jobs so they could get into the party for free. But they would have to work, be great at the job and let’s face it, ugly people weren’t hired.

And Isi knew just who she would invite. Juchiro Asagi, he was an unheard of car maker. He made fabulous cars – even if his cars always didn’t have practical purposes. He had come to Isi with the idea of a UV light car, with silver bumpers. But she had asked him if he thought she ran over vampires and his face had contorted, obviously seeing that this car wasn’t very practical. Instead of hiring him to build her a car and throwing him out the door on his knees she hired him for another purpose. She had shown him her home, the real home where she lived and not the fake thing on all paper documents. She was unsure if he would talk. But she wanted to remind him all of the wonderful things he could have if he kept his little trap shut about the demon. Isi had connections. Otherwise there was no way in hell that Asagi could gain entrance to this party, let alone know about it until it was sadingly over. And the people at this party could buy hundreds of his custom cars, like filling up a basket at the dollar store and then jet to Italy for lunch and South America for supper without even breaking half the interest they made for the day!

Isi’s bright red hair was all done and tamed for the evening in ringlets of fine curls. Isi had been expecting the invitation as she had received one for as long as she could remember twice an October month. She had even done herself the honor of having her makeup done at the salon. Once they heard that they were doing the makeup for someone going to the mayors Halloween party everyone had to watch. Which was fine with Isi. She told them she was going as a vampire’s bride. It was a bit insulting to vampires, perhaps, some liberals would say. But for the press Isi would smile sweetly and say that she had no problems with vampires that followed the law. What a big lie! But it would show the stupid vampires that she cared. And there were a lot of stupid vampires!

Isi slid her current clothes off and put on her silver gown. It was an elegant piece made to look as if it were from the 17th or 18th century. It should, she had paid twenty thousand dollars for it. More than most in New Orleans made in a year. Her hair tamed in tight ringlets. And her makeup, pale face, tame makeup, perfect blood splatter on the cheek that the stylist insisted Isi have if she were after all a vampires bride. She even had boots to match. Inside her boots she tucked a cross, a bottle of holy water, her gun and a knife. Isi wasn’t planning on going weaponless. She never went anywhere weaponless. But she wouldn’t use them. Tonight, tonight the vampires going out of control were someone else’s problem.

In her car she was tempted to smuggle in a camera. But she knew the rules. Why no camera? Isi could only get goosebumps. She had a feeling that a camera would show some extremely ugly imagines. Isi could imagine some waiters being revealed by a camera to be only bones, skeletons. Monsters. She thought the mayor was using faeries, and he probably was. Most of the workers were just too beautiful. Everything was just too perfect. She was not willing to take that chance with a camera and see something which would haunt her for the rest of her life. Killing vampires was easy. Blood guts? Ok! Decaying zombie flesh? Superb! But faeries? Isi gulped. If those truly immortal beings left her alone, she would leave them alone as well. Vampires were her enemy. She only liked one enemy at a time and had no plans to lay off them.

She turned her cell phone to silent as soon as she pulled up to the Casino where the wonders awaited her. A valet immediately took over her car and gave her an orange and black ticket and then another ticket that entitled her for a free spin on the ‘Wheel of Knowledge’ whatever that was. Her ‘date’ which was not a date was to arrive separately, Isi having sent his ticket over personally. She licked her fake fangs which were sticking out making her look like a vampire. Her costume was obvious with the red lips, the fangs and the splattered blood on her check. But some of the richest people in the world with tickets were turned away if they didn’t have a good costume.

“Welcome, Miss Runasimi. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” The ticket person said as Isi handed him her ticket.

“I assure you, the pleasure is all mine.” She smiled. “My friend is coming soon with his ticket. He had to fix his costume after I told him how horrible it was. See that he gets in.”

Isi stepped into the casino wondering what sights might fold before her very eyes. Was the Master of the City here? Was that girl…what’s her name…Swan, Roach or Rowan here as well? At least Isi knew Luke hadn’t been invited. And he would never know of such a party. Otherwise things would get very violent between the two and fast. A drink was immediately put into her hand and Isi didn’t recall taking it. The drinks were wonderful but Isi wanted a clear head about her so she only pretended to take a sip. She knew that if she put the drink back she would soon find herself with another drink in her hand. Isi was definitely convinced the mayor had faeries working at the party, though it was illegal for faeries not born over 300 years ago to enter the States. Oh well, they made for good parties and stayed away from large cities because of the metal.

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Licensed Executioner

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[Rowan Amber]

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But under skinned knees and the skid marks Past the places where you used to learn You howl and listen Listen and wait for the Echoes of angels who won't return He's everything you want "Mom, what is this? Its addressed to you." The child's voice could only wonder what would be delivered at such an hour when the mail usually came earlier in the day when Rowan was still underground trying to protect herself from the sun while the child went to school. Taking the letter, Rowan felt the envelope, trying to see if it felt like something she would know, but it seemed that it wasn't familiar, but she knew that it was something she knew. "Open it and read it, Jezebel. It probably has something to do with the Mayor. Its that time of the year again." Rowan wasn't much of a fan of these events the Mayor took on, but it didn't seem to matter, the most expensive people would be there, but this year she probably would be going alone, unless she figured out where Xavier had gone off to and then the city would see the Master of the City once more besides hearing about the city being destroyed by demons that had no right to destroy anything at all. She wondered what people would think of her this year, considering she couldn't see any of them, though they would think she was looking at them, her eyes were still the same hue, but they were completely dark to her. "Something about you being invited to a party. And something about bringing a guest. Do I have to stay here or do I get to go with you? You can't possibly see can you? Or were you lying to me?" Jezebel had a mouth, but then again she got it from her mother, so Rowan was quite fine with the way her daughter spoke to her. "You'll have to come because how will I ever know what to wear, my darling? Besides. I'd rather keep you close." Rowan was quite protective of the child and going to the party seemed like a perfect place to keep the child close to her while trying to enjoy herself. She wouldn't tell Luke of this party, but he would probably find out about it later anyways and crash it like he does everything else she's involved with. It seemed like hours had gone by, but Rowan seemed like she was quite ready even when she got Jezebel ready as well to be her eyes. Rowan had been quite ready to face the music and see how she could react to just listening to the things around her instead of being able to see and hear things. It would be quite a night, but she was ready to face how well she would react to it. Amethyst had put her hair in curls, with the help of Jezebel, which to her seemed like a perfectly good idea at the time. She didn't know if they were right, but it felt like it was completely fine. She did her best to put Jezebel's hair up in pig tails, but it seemed like a poor excuse to feel like she was still able to see. Jezebel didn't seem to complain so apparently Rowan had done it correctly. Coming to the casino in the limo, Xavier had. He probably had a few of them, so if he was to show up and this he could find another driver or call this one back. She wasn't sure of his whereabouts, but she seemed quite happy enough to not be tormented by Luke at the moment. Holding the clutch in her hands, she felt for the two tickets she had that were addressed to her and handled them to usher. Or rather Jezebel handed them to him to avoid an embarrassment to happen. "She's with me as my eyes. She's not going anywhere so don't be alarmed that I'm bringing a child here." Rowan was quick to explain why a child was here. Jezebel seemed to pull Rowan in after the usher took their tickets and Rowan was washed over by all the sounds around her. She could hear people talk about the littlest things around, but it didn't seem to bother her as she felt Jezebel's hand tighten around her's as she was lead into the crowd. Was the party busy? By the voices it sounded like it. A familiar scent seemed to come across Rowan's nose as she pulled Jezebel's hand to pull her back. "Isi, what a pleasant surprise to see you. I didn't think you would be so easy to find in a crowd of people."

744 words. Everyone is starring. Harrah's Casino is the location. here is the outfit. nothing for notes

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi was taking in the sights and also searching for those that she knew and maybe a few that she would like to know. If you wanted to make a great connection in New Orleans, there was no better place than the mayor’s annual Halloween parties. If people thought this party was amazing, they had best see the one that always happened on the 31st! Isi was looking forwards to the end of the wonderful month if only for the second party. She moved slowly, her dress was thick, silver and luxurious. She had silver shoes with stones to match. All in all, hopefully she was playing the part well, despite the fact that her fangs were annoying. Her teeth felt overweight.

The red headed huntress knew that her costume was a marvelous choice the way people were staring at her, quite complementary. The Federal Marshal as a vampire! Isi turned around only to find the very creature she had just been thinking about behind her. “Auh, hello Rowan. How do you do?” she asked quite polite. If Rowan could be civil, Isi could be so as well. Her heartbeat gave of an erratic beat. She hadn’t wanted Rowan to know her name. And she hadn’t wished to run into the vampiress at this party. Though Isi supposed that the Master of the City would someone be influential enough to gain tickets. And as Rowan was his favorite (or perhaps only fledgling to survive his wrath) it was only natural to see her as his +1.

Isi’s eyes turned to the door, inspecting any that entered. It was very possible that the Master of the City would be arriving soon. Or that perhaps he was already here. Isi gulped the saliva in her mouth. She could not afford to get drunk in front of the Master of the City. The man whose name she knew yet she had no likeness of him. Blond hair? Brown hair? Fat? Skinny? Old? Young? White? Black? Asian? But if Rowan told the Master of the City about Isi he surely knew who she was now. Isi desperately wanted to pound every inch of Rowans flesh with a hammer doused in holy water and demand to know who the Master was. Though covered by makeup with a heavy hand Isi knew where Rowans facial scars were, from her own doing.

“I’m always quite easy to spot in a crowd. My costumes are so outrageous that the mayor personally sends me tickets every year. What do you think of my costume?” Isi grinned making sure to flash her faux fangs at the real live vampire. She gave a polite curtsey with her gorgeous silver dress as she studied Rowans own costume. As far as Isi could tell, the vampire was just in a purple dress. Had there not been people who could possibly overhear their conversation right now Isi would have asked if she picked it up at the local dollar tree, and if it came in any other colors aside from purple.

The redheaded huntress could put on a charade. She could pretend to be a real vampire. She could put out a friendly personality towards real vampires. “Now who’s this pretty young lady? What’s your costume, sweetie?” Isi asked all friendly-like. She wanted to barf at the thought of saying ‘sweetie’. Children also repulsed her. What Isi wanted to ask was ‘So who’s the kid? Your slave? Or maybe this master who enslaves you brought her over from a factory making some sort of product?’ It was obvious that this girl was a. human and b. Rowans personal slave.

It was outrageous. This was how it all began. Vampires got young children to work for them. Then as the children grew up they would feel loyalties to the vampire that took care of them and provided them with shelter, food and money. And of course later Isi would have to destroy that vampire and any human slaves it once had. It honestly didn’t bother Isi to kill a human. Not if they worked for a vampire. It repulsed Isi.

She smiled sweetly at the little girl, desperately wanting to know if the Master was here.

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Licensed Executioner

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[Rowan Amber]

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But under skinned knees and the skid marks Past the places where you used to learn You howl and listen Listen and wait for the Echoes of angels who won't return He's everything you want Rowan seemed to ignore most of the animators rambling. Though some things did catch her ears that seemed interesting to listen to. "I'm always quite easy to spot in a crowd. My costumes are so outrageous that the mayor personally sends me tickets every year. What do you think of my costume?" "Yes, you are easy to find a crowd. The scent is almost unbearable." Rowan didn't say easy to spot, but she hoped the animator wouldn't pick up on those details. Now what the was her costume you like? She could hear the woman's mouth opening as if she was trying to show something. "I can't see your costume, so don't bother to give me any looks, animator." Rowan's voice almost snapped at the woman, but she held it under control as she felt her daughter's hand squeeze hers tightly to tell her she was getting like angry with the woman despite feeling as if she was angry. Rowan believed Jezebel was just scared of what Rowan would do if she lost her temper. "Now who's this pretty little young lady? What's your costume, sweetie?" Rowan almost snorted at what she heard from the animator. Her daughter wasn't five. "You don't have to talk to her like she's five. She's not a child, animator. She's nine. Isi, this is Jezebel, my daughter." Rowan wanted to emphasize on the word daughter to make sure that Isi didn't do anything to harm the child or it would turn out to be very ugly. "Now if you excuse us. I think there are other guests that want to speak with you. I'll let you get to them. Wouldn't want to keep them waiting, do you?" Rowan smiled as she pushed Jezebel toward a direction to get out of the way of the animator. She figured the dark angel costume, Jezebel was in worked perfectly for her as the two walked by with people commenting on the child's outfit while Rowan simply nodded, not quite understanding where the voices were coming from. She needed to find her master, she needed his help. Something to gain her eyesight back. She didn't want to be helpless like this. Why couldn't Alan have done something more pathetic like take a hand or something instead of her eyes? She felt helpless in this state, never knowing which direction to take or where anyone was at. She needed help, she needed to find her eyesight back, was there a cure for this loss?

412 words. everyone is starring. Harrah's Casino is the location. here is the outfit. Come on people, let's get this party started! notes

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[izzy3]

Money.

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The car... It was different. People could see that. There was no company logo to be seen on the sleek chassis, so low to the ground. They knew the engine was running. After all, it had to be. The was was moving, wasn't it? Still, barely any sound rose from it as it glided up in front of the building. Certain people raised an eyebrow, most flawlessly ignored it, as they flawlessly ignored everything, still taking it in peripherally, without giving a sign of their attention. The man that rose from the car, however, failed to meet their expectations. Oh, he was immaculately dressed, sure enough. A tailored black suit, black leather gloves, and a white oni mask that covered half of his face with a grinning, horned visage. His movements were swift and confident enough, certainly, as he carelessly tossed the keys to the valet, striding up the steps with his ticket held out. He wasn't afraid, that much the people around him could see. There was a bold confidence in every move he made, a swift decisiveness that confused many of them. They hardly expected a human to be so...assured around so many different beings.

Juchiro Asagi was exactly as they had thought. He was confident, not because he was walking into a place with countless supernatural beings, but because he knew what they were. After all, a true businessman knew everyone, client or not. He had worked hard on his image, one of distinct professionalism, and he wasn't about to give it up because of fear or doubt. Those were the killers of good business, and the ruiners of all industry. Oh, there was money here. So much that it was almost tangible in the air, a taste, a scent, a feeling of wealth that hung around everything in the place. Now, money was all well and good. Money led places, but he had to be the guide. He had to be the one to lead it. His gloved hands flexed slightly in anticipation. They wouldn't ever see him coming... Not until their money was in his hands...

First, however, there was a little matter he needed to take care of. He glanced around through the crowd, his discerning eyes soon picking out the object of his attention. It wouldn't do to simply enjoy himself and forget who had provided the means for this... entertainment. Officer Runasimi... Isi... He grinned as he spotted the telltale red hair, slipping through the crowd until he could take her hand. Bowing low over it, he kissed the back of her hand gently. "Officer, it is a pleasure to see you here tonight..." Letting go of her hand, he stepped back, eyes sparkling happily. "Or would you rather go by Isi tonight?"

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi couldn’t help but smile at the vampire. From the way her eyes were, it was now clear to the executioner that she was blind as a bat! If holy water had scarred her precious face, had someone taken Isi’s lovely idea and used it on the vampire’s eyes? Oh how jealous Isi was! She was terribly disappointed that she had not thought of it first. What a clever idea it was! And was the child her seeing eye-dog? It took all of Isi’s finest control to keep from buckling over in fits of laughter. Of course the vampire would treat her child as she would any other dirty human. But could the child be used in Isi’s favor?

‘Jezebel. I will destroy you.’ Isi thought in her mind. She would do anything to find the master vampire. Isi had turned zombies on that Rowan, had trapped her in a coffin of horrors and then scarred her face making it hideous. Yet through all of this that pesky vampire survived. She was like a cockroach in New York City! But what would the torture of her daughter to do Rowan? Because as human as the child of nine was, she was still Rowans flesh and blood. The only daughter, the only child the vampire would ever have. Isi would put Rowans loyalties in its place - the master or her daughter? Though Isi would delight in killing both. She would kill the master swiftly, later after the party in a few days. And then Rowan for all the trouble she had caused, slowly, but after sweet little Jezebel.

Isi was prepared to put off the party, as much as she enjoyed it to follow Rowan and little Jezebel. She had run into, Juchiro Asagi. He was the one to demon proof her house and she had given him an invite to this party. She forced a smile on her face but she wanted no needed to follow Rowan. She could already be making contact with the master! Isi was dying to know if the master knew of Isi. Because if so, she was not safe. Her heart was beating nervously as Juchiro took her hand. The first thing she noticed about him was that there was no grease and no car smell.

Isi blinked and smiled. Had she honestly expected him to turn up in his work suit with grease stains and a towel? She hushed a nervous laugh down into her throat. When she gave him the invite she had no idea what she had been thinking other then she wanted him to know that she had connections and could destroy him if he so much as batted out her real address or her issues with demons. But here and now in the present and dressed in a suit he looked oh so very elegant. “Please, I’m not working tonight. Isi is fine.” Was she expected to stick with him the entire night? Her Miss Manners book was quite rusty and she was unsure of the etiquette.

Though at the very least she could introduce him to a few people. In the direction of Rowan and the little child! Surely his scent would throw off the vampire’s keen nose. And children were complete idiots; the little girl wouldn’t recognize her and tell, would she? Though Isi almost wished she had on something black underneath to disguise into the shadows. She would just have to hope that all the perfumes, scents of sweats and foods in the air would be enough of a disguise and distraction to the vampire. She couldn’t have been very old if she had given birth to a child while still a human.

“Do let me introduce you to someone.” Isi was very forward and grabbed his arm, heading off in the vague direction of Rowan. It was almost funny as Isi was not forwards enough to call him by his first name yet grabbed him as if they were friends and familiar enough with each other. Could Isi find the vampire again? Everything seemed too large though it was still small enough. Isi would give anything to hear the child’s screams of fright at the usual live bats or zombies. However, Isi suspected if you lived with a vampire then you learned to hush your fears. Where was New Orleans Social Services?

Now to find Rowan and someone to introduce Mr. Asagi to.

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word spacing: .75px; text-align: justify; background: #2C2C2C; border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; color: #000000; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9] The clock spun around, then around again. Time kept marching steadfastly on, carrying the inhabitants of the world with it. Occasionally, he would seclude himself away from it, and let it carry on without him, as he struggled to understand a new theory or hypothesis. He knew more than he once had, and he hadn't forgotten anything. He couldn't forget. With a sigh, Mikael Dorony stepped out of the limo, adjusting his suit meticulously. It wasn't often that he went out in style, but he had aimed to impress tonight. His invitation, such as it was, passed by without further inspection, and he stepped into the building, glancing back only once at the world outside. He wasn't usually one for formalities such as this, but someone had called him here. He only wished he knew who. Questions could be answered in time, mysteries solved... The only real question was whether or not he actually had that time. Still, it had followed him so far, so maybe there was hope. As he entered, the buzz of the crowd fell over him, and he stopped, eyes dancing around to get his bearings. This was indeed a fancy party. Costumes and jewelry sparkled and shone in the light. Still, despite the wealth, it wasn't really a happy party. Oh, there was laughter, and smiles, but there was always the slightest bit of doubt, of hesitation. That was... interesting. He could smell humans here, and other vampires, too. One or two beings of other types were in attendance as well, not that he really cared. He was more here to sate his curiosity than anything else. If he took anything, it would be the comfort of not having to search for yet another answer. A face distracted him, one that seemed...off. He narrowed his gaze, focusing on it, then frowned slightly. The Amber girl. That woman that the Master of the City had taken a strong liking to. That explained the oddness, too. Her eyes, blind as they were, wouldn't be able to actually focus on anything, giving them a constant distant expression. If that was so, then the girl holding her hand had to be... her daughter? They certainly smelled similar enough to be family. He slipped through the throng, stopping before them to hold his hand out to the small girl. "I'm sorry to interrupt you... I know your mother, Lady Amber..." He bowed to the woman, gracefully. "But I am not acquainted with you, miss..." He wanted to know, who this girl was... He knew about her mother... many things about her mother... It was his business, after all. He had never heard of a daughter.

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[Rowan Amber]

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But under skinned knees and the skid marks Past the places where you used to learn You howl and listen Listen and wait for the Echoes of angels who won't return He's everything you want Rowan felt a little smugness coming from the animator as if it was a surprise that Rowan had a child. She wasn't a new vampire, but she wasn't a master vampire either. She just didn't show the awkwardness of being one who hardly knew the ropes or how to avoid such actions of others. With Jezebel leading the way, Rowan could hear many things, she also felt Jezebel's hand slip out of hers as the child went to get something to drink to keep liquids flowing through the child's system. The child had a slight cough and didn't want the child sick, but it wouldn't have caused harm to the vampires, so Rowan had no worry of it getting her sick, but she didn't know about anyone else wanting to get sick from a child. "Jezebel, come here." Rowan's voice sounded almost as if she was lost and needed some guidance to find what she was looking for. She didn't feel the child's hand touch hers, but she felt the presence of another vampire near her, male, and older than Rowan, but she didn't think he was older than the Master. "I'm sorry to interrupt you. I know your mother, Lady Amber.., but I am not acquainted with you, miss..." She had thought the voice sounded familiar, as if in passing Rowan had met the male speaking to her daughter, but the name never came to mind. Must have been one of those vampires that was helping the Master out. "Jezebel. I'm nine and in the fourth grade. Mommy let me come to the party with her. I'm suppose to be a dark angel." Jezebel's voice was soft, but in a way very sweet to say for a girl who came from a monster that killed her half siblings. A smile came to Rowan's face as she listened to Jezebel talk to someone who the child had hardly known. "Do you know where he is? I'm sorry, I can't recall your name. I would know if I could see, but I don't know where he is to ask him for help..." Rowan's voice was almost a low whisper so no one would hear that she was blind, but the he she was referring to was the Master of the City. She couldn't feel his presence or catch his scent as if he hadn't arrived yet. She needed to speak to him. The small push of someone who clearly didn't care what they were doing just as long as people got out of their way cause Rowan to fall forward, though Jezebel was out of the way, she fell into the male vampire speaking to them. Her five three frame plus the two inch pumps gave her an easy catch if the vampire would allow catching a blind fledgling of the Master of the City. "Sorry.. My balance seems to be terrible lately.."

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[izzy3]

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Interesting. He wasn't slow enough to ignore the fact that Isi's eyes kept straying in one direction. Where that direction led was more a mystery. It was most likely a certain individual, but which individual, he was unable to pick out of the constantly shifting crowd. Too many people, really. He was perfectly comfortable at parties, and he could trade pleasantries with the best of them, but if you packed too many people into one place... Things had a tendency of getting out of hand. It wasn't really a likely scenario at this point, given the level of security that seemed to be installed here. Being a self-declared expert on security himself, he had unconsciously started to notice the various tools and gadgets that had been installed in the place. Being a casino to start with helped, but there were certain things here that were new. Some new cameras, to start with. Hidden in the lights overhead, no less. He'd run into that certain patent a number of times in his work. Hard to get around, but when you did... He could see the various tells now that pointed to a camera hidden within the light. A slight lessening of brightness around the center of the bulb, that was easy enough to see, if you knew what you were looking for. Less so were the wires that led out. Most ceiling mounted lights, it was impossible to see the wires... Here, even more so, since the lights were so high overhead. Still, he had seen the signs. Everything that went on in here was recorded. They would say it was for security's sake... Who could tell anymore?

Despite all of his observations, however, he was still unprepared for the hand that grabbed his arm, holding it with a surprisingly firm grip. Introduce him to someone? Who? He frowned, noticing the direction they were headed. So... she was still interested in whoever it was her eyes had been on. Was he just being dragged along for the ride? Still, given what he had seen of her, her home, and her habits... Demonic fears notwithstanding... It promised to be an interesting night, at least. So, he let her guide him, quickening his pace slightly so that she was no longer dragging him along.

His eyes were always darting around, however, and more than once, he gave subtle nods to the few people he did recognize at this party. After all, those that were eccentric and wealthy enough to want their own cars were often invited to these sorts of things. With any luck, he'd run into a few more during this... distraction. Hopefully, it would prove to be a good night. "Okay, I can see that you're quite... interested in showing me around, Isi... but..." He laughed, hurrying again to keep up with her. "Do you think you could loosen your grip slightly? My arm isn't used to being held in a steel vice, you know..."

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[izzy3]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word spacing: .75px; text-align: justify; background: #2C2C2C; border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; color: #000000; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9] Mikael couldn't help but smile at the girl's reaction. For the daughter of a vampire, she sounded almost innocent. That was interesting enough. A dark angel... Oddly poetic in its own right, he thought. Her reason for being here was easy enough to understand, given her mother's condition. A sad thing, too. He glanced at the woman momentarily, his eyes calculating, but warm. He wasn't certain of the details. After all, most of his knowledge of the city's inhabitants came through secondary sources after being cycled down through the impenetrable rumor mill that always twisted the truth. The base of the truth was there, but the version he had heard was just a little too... wild to be true, even in this unpredictable world. Names and consequences were what he knew. The details were hazy, diluted. He wasn't about to ask her about it either. Something like this could always result in mental imbalances, paranoia, or other such. He didn't see any telltale signs of such things from her actions, but she did seem desperately attached to her daughter. Perfectly understandable, for a mother, and even more so for one so recently...handicapped. Smiling, he shook the small girl's hand, then rose, his attention switching to her mother. "I am sorry, Miss Amber, or may I say Rowan? I seem to have forgotten my manners. I am Mikael Dorony. And I promise you, we haven't met before. My knowledge of you is simply circumstantial, given my current profession. You see, recently, due to my habits of discovering certain things, I made a good amount of money as an information broker. You and... a certain person... are simply interesting news whenever you appear." Gently, he took her free hand and shook it, bowing over it slightly before dropping it. "As for where that certain person is... I do not know. Like you, I cannot feel his presence here tonight. From what I do know of him, however, he is a fashionable man at most times, so this may simply be his way of arriving fashionably late..." Mikael was interrupted as she came tripping towards him, due undoubtedly to the rather large individual that had just pushed past. Instinctively, his hands moved to her shoulders, preventing her from falling further, and then pulling her back onto her feet. She was light, he thought absentmindedly. Then again, her body was quite small. "Please..." He said, smiling at her apology. "I couldn't blame you for that." He could only blame the individual responsible for destroying her eyesight. The scars on her face were another matter, though. He knew who had done that. In fact, he had run into that particular vampire hunter a good while ago. She had handcuffed him for a time, but unable to find any evidence of foul play or intentions, had been forced to let him go after dragging him around for a bit. "I was... saddened to hear about your condition..." He said quietly, eyes studying her face. Holy water damage to the eyes... The retinas were most likely burned through... Since it was holy water, it wouldn't heal naturally... He frowned. Hadn't he come across something like this before? Not in person, of course, but he remembered reading something... Centuries old... Still, it eluded him. Mikael would have to look back through his notes when he got back to his house. He wasn't a doctor, not by a long shot, but he remembered something about holy water damage. Not that it was easy, most likely... The Master might know more, or remember something better than him, because of his age. "And I do hope that something can be done... It's a shame to have something like that happen to someone like you..."

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

The man was slowing her down. If only Isi had pretended that she hadn’t quite heard him. Or that she had another obligation to attend to first. How hard is it to find a blind vampire and a young child dressed as an angel of all things? Blasphemy! The child would be going to hell. And Isi would give it a first class ticket with a shotgun full of silver. Or maybe she would slice off all the child’s skin, peel off her veins and then make Rowan eat it.

While Isi’s eyes were darting right and left Juchiro’s head was bobbing up and down as if he knew several individuals. The red headed hunter slowed down to the pace of a snail wondering if he would make certain excuses just to get out of her grasp. The hunter had no such luck. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Isi muttered. She wasn’t honestly sorry but she did let up from her ‘steel vice’ grip. For a human mechanic he was pretty weak. If he thought Isi was strong he would never survive a round with a vampire or werewolf!

“Hmm. You seem to know everyone that I was going to introduce you tonight, that I can see from here. It seems you really don’t need me.” Isi then spied Rowan almost faint. She would know that horrible dollar tree costume anywhere! And there was the little girl whom Isi so desperately wanted to snatch at a later time and place. And was that…Mikael? She would know his face anywhere. He was the only vampire that she had allowed escape alive. Well, after him Rowan did escape alive. It appeared he broke her ‘lucky’ streak. Just what exactly were they talking about?

Isi turned so that only half of her was revealed. Neither Mikael nor Rowan would be able to identify Isi. If only she had supersonic ears. She needed to get closer, but she couldn’t just up and walk to them. No, Isi would need to come by the side, diagonal-like and behind them. First she needed to get behind them. “Would you fetch me a drink?” she asked Juchiro. Never mind of course that Isi already had a drink in her hand. Step one, get rid of Juchiro. Step two, listen in on Mikael and Rowan’s conversation. Because what were the odds of the only two vampires Isi had ever let live conversing? Or… was he the master of the city? Was he laughing at her behind her back giving her a fake name of Mikael while his real name was Xavier? My God!

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[Rowan Amber]

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But under skinned knees and the skid marks Past the places where you used to learn You howl and listen Listen and wait for the Echoes of angels who won't return He's everything you want Rowan seemed to sort of like the vampire male she was speaking to. He didn't seem very threatening, but then again she couldn't see him to actually if he dressed like he was ready to kill, but then again most vampires didn't dress like that. Xavier dressed like a business man in a suit and was perfectly capable of making sure to act the part of a business man despite killing someone without getting blood on his clothes. "I am sorry, Miss Amber, or may I say Rowan? I seem to have forgotten my manners. I am Mikael Dorony. And I promise you, we haven't met before. My knowledge of you is simply circumstantial, given my current profession. You see, recently, due to my habits of discovering certain things, I made a good amount of money as an information broker. You and... a certain person... are simply interesting news whenever you appear. As for where that certain person is... I do not know. Like you, I cannot feel his presence here tonight. From what I do know of him, however, he is a fashionable man at most times, so this may simply be his way of arriving fashionably late..." Her face grew a smile as she thought of Xavier as being a fashionable man. The elder vampire could be considered fashionable, but times he was just downright the devil. But as far as she could tell, he was still berserk and on a blood craze to figure out who he was once more. She had changed him, and she saw that on her last encounter with him before she was kidnapped from his care and protection. She felt a little sad to be wondering around unprotected because she couldn't find her master who could easily protect her from any harm done to her, if that's what it would be called after the damage that was already done. She felt a little better knowing that she wouldn't have fallen to the ground and made a scene because she couldn't see, but it would have made the person who knocked her off her balance very embarrassed that they had done that to someone who didn't see them coming. "I was... sadden to hear about your condition..." He was sad that she could hardly see anymore? Had he seen her artwork to understand the true loss that she was feeling? Her hands had nothing to work with, she sat idle every night since the encounter with Alan doing nothing, because she couldn't do anything. She couldn't function. It was startling that she could even find blood to sustain herself. Okay well, maybe not, but she stopped her blood bag drinking and gone straight to the source to willing donors who probably didn't even know she was blind in the first place, but still. Xavier would have been proud of her to know that she wasn't drinking from a blood bag to get her fill. "Not very many people have said that to me, to hear of my accident. But I don't understand why my master and I are news to others. Is it because of the rumors going around that he has gone berserk? He seemed to be trying to find his self again. Rowan's voice had confusion and a hint of worry to it as she spoke of her maker. She worried about him, wondering where he would be and how he would ever get her back from the demon that was suppose to be taking her hostage for a month until he could find another pet for the demon. "And I do hope that something can be done... It's a shame to have something like that happen to someone like you..." "You sound as if what happened to me was a mistake, that I walked into something at the wrong place at the wrong time. I wasn't at my strongest when it happened. I can hardly remember what my daughter looks like now. Her image gone, and the only haunting memories of her father looming over me. Taking the one thing that mattered most to me." Rowan was rambling now, but it seemed to help calm her down because she was standing on her own and Jezebel was simply standing by her side munching on food that was laid out on the tables near them. It may have helped her not be so needy to have her lean on her daughter for support in fear that she would harm the child in some way.

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atf, & rpgraphx made this peace out!

[izzy3]

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His eyes narrowed slightly, his asian features making the difference even more pronounced. It was obvious with every move she made that she wasn't trying to introduce him to anyone, and the apology she had given was... He had to struggle to keep from frowning. It hadn't really been like she had been hurting him. Hell, his sisters were stronger than her, and they actually tried to hurt him sometimes. Sometimes, he couldn't really imagine how anyone could like either of them, let alone love them, but they were actually quite...gentle when it came around to love. Ayumi was already married with a newborn son, and Midori...well, who knew with her? High school had certainly been a harrying time for their mother. As for their father... well, he had simply made certain...in a very decisive way... that molesters and creeps wouldn't really be much of an issue for his two daughters. Chiro still remembered the time that Ayumi had broken both of a man's legs and left him dumped in an alley. New York wasn't the nicest place in the world, after all, and there were many people who would prey on the weak and young. They never expected their prey to fight back. Muggers...rapists... He frowned to himself now, dragging his mind out memory.

She was still distracted though, her eyes focused on something besides him. Easily, he slid his arm out of her hand, glancing momentarily at the wrinkles in his suit sleeve. "Right..." He said, his voice suddenly ice cold, crackling with sarcasm. "Get you a drink to replace the perfectly good one you're still holding." With a step, he held Isi's wrist, glaring down at her, hand tightening quickly. His father had always been proud of his hands, long, powerful fingers, perfect for grappling, with broad wrists that helped with striking. Too bad he hadn't convinced Chiro to take over the family style after him. One of his grandchildren would probably get that. That didn't mean that he hadn't beaten the training into him. There were some things that Chiro couldn't get away from, no matter how fast he ran. His father and his training just happened to be one of those.

It was obvious now that she didn't really want him to be there. He didn't really want to be there either, but there wasn't really much of a way to get out of it now. Stepping closer, as if they were dancing to the music that sounded, his voice hissed into her ear. "On the hunt tonight, Marshall? You know, somehow, I doubt the Mayor would like you disturbing his guests, no matter how famous...or infamous... you happen to be. I'm a businessman, dear. I read people as easily as I read blueprints, or designs. You are too easy to see, too easy to follow. You're interested in someone around here... And it certainly isn't me."

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Surprise almost showed in her face because no one had ever not gone to fetch her a drink before. And by the time gentlemen left to go and fetch drinks Isi was gone without a trace and never to return. This was a large party and one could get lost in it if they tried half-heartedly. The grasp on her wrist was tight and it almost hurt though she would not say a peep. Was he going to try and snap her wrist, break her arm, or go for a dance? The last thing Isi wanted was a commotion but she couldn’t go about with a broken something. Not when there was work to do.

"On the hunt tonight, Marshall? You know, somehow, I doubt the Mayor would like you disturbing his guests, no matter how famous...or infamous... you happen to be. I'm a businessman, dear. I read people as easily as I read blueprints, or designs. You are too easy to see, too easy to follow. You're interested in someone around here... And it certainly isn't me."

“What makes you think that?” Isi replied to his hiss in her ear with sharp words of her own into his. “I never hunt without paperwork.” She certainly didn’t have to explain herself to a man such as him. He held no power in office and she doubted that he was on the committees of any charities or had judges in his shallow pockets. “Tell me, Mechanic, since I don’t understand. What exactly are you so upset about?”

She knew how to find vampires that wanted to hide. She knew how to kill those vampires swiftly before they attacked her or another innocent human life. She could raise a zombie as easy as Martha Stewart could bake a chocolate chip cookie. She knew how to manipulate men. Or so she thought. But as far as Juchiro Asagi was concerned, she felt like she was back in kindergarten. She honestly didn’t understand why he was so angry.

Isi didn’t quite have the nerve to glance in the direction of the two lone vampires that Isi had not killed given that she had ample opportunities and plenty of alone time. Had she looked at them Juchiro would know who she was so fascinated with. There was also the possibility that they would look in their general direction. She could only hope that those two vampires had been so wrapped up in their own conversation that they hadn’t bothered to listen to others. Because the word ‘Marshal’ was vastly echoing in her own mind over and over and over again!

If anything she should be extremely angry at him. There were things he just didn’t understand about the situation and Isi couldn’t, wouldn’t even hint at them. She didn’t know where his loyalties lie. Though she bet his face would turn blue if he knew that the man was her current guess for vampire master of the city, and the female, a demons sex toy. He was ruining all her chances of overhearing the conversation between two vampires. “And I’m warning you. Think before you speak!” The last thing Isi needed was for him to call her ‘Marshal’ or ‘Isi Runasimi’ out loud.

dress

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