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Post by izzy1 on Oct 14, 2011 20:03:22 GMT -5
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Perhaps what this situation needed was more clarity. Unfortunately, that usually took time, and time was something neither of them had at this party. Her, because of her condition, and the fact that her Master was away. She also had to worry about the safety of her daughter, and that wasn't an easy thing, especially at a place like this. Billionaires were wealthy, yes, but that trait was often followed by one of eccentricity. As for the other beings here, he was almost certain that most of them wouldn't try anything inside, but it was always possible to track someone. Normally, the name of the Master of the City would protect her. If he wasn't here, well, then that made things different. Reputation would keep the indecisive away, but if what she said was true, if he had gone to 'find himself'... then there might be trouble brewing on the horizon.
His voice dropped, sounding instantly apologetic, with a small trace of the anger left over. "No. Certainly not a mistake, and not some small instance of walking into the wrong place at the wrong time. Time, however, will tell. If the Master is not here, it is unlikely that he has left the city entirely. As I told you, I deal in information. This city is my home. Whatever happens, I endeavor to learn about." He sighed, and reached out gently, fingers tracing the outline of her face in the air before his hand dropped. "Beyond that, I simply listen. Most people would be surprised by how much I find out simply from standing and listening. If you keep your ears open...there's no limit to the amount of information you can find. I found out about your attack by listening to the rumors. child appears, finds the Master of the city, tells him her father is going to kill her... these things carry powerful words behind them. Powerful words carry the hint of a truth. What stands before me now, you and your daughter, you are that truth, Rowan. Mik frowned, leaning in to take a closer look at her eyes, careful not to disturb her. "Not everything is permanent..."
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Post by Alan Blythe on Oct 15, 2011 2:48:20 GMT -5
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This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking and I've been wrong, i've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle these five words in my head scream "are we having fun yet?"
This is how, you remind me
The party seemed like a grand place to go tonight. Well one, he figured he would find someone there that owed him something. Something was a little more than a small price that could replace what came from him. He had managed to get a ticket from a friend on the New Orleans' police force who had been invited. The officer had been busy and couldn't make it so he had given Alan the ticket in hopes of it being of good use to him more than it was to the officer.
Coming up to the entrance, he handed the usher his ticket and went in. Looking at all the available guests walking around, he could only wonder how so many people get invited by the mayor of New Orleans. Many of them seemed to be complete snobs and didn't give a rats ass what went on in this building. How did the mayor know all of these people? It amazed him that so many would offer such an invitation to party that happened twice each October.
Walking around through the throng of people, Alan made sure to keep an eye out for someone special. He knew the two of them would be here, it was no question about it. He figured with someone who was a fledgling of the Master of the City, of course she would be here, and so would his darling daughter. He had their scents close by, but he didn't want at alert Amethyst in case her hearing was better than what her eyesight was. It wouldn't have mattered to him, but he wanted the attention of his daughter, not the woman who had given birth to the child.
"Jezebel. Come here." His voice was low, but in a very high whisper as he caught his daughter's eye. He could only wonder what was going on in his daughter's mind to be with someone who was blind and couldn't protect her as much as he could. He didn't care who Amethyst was speaking to, it was probably no one special to him anyways. The man was probably some goon out to keep her safe or something for all he knew to kill her. Oh wait, that was him. He had to laugh at that joke to himself as he saw his daughter come toward him. Her costume seemed like something that was bought, and very highly made to look perfect. "What are you suppose to be, my darling daughter?" He asked as he gave her a big bear hug as he took her hand in the direction of leaving, even if it meant someone would come for them.
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Post by Rowan Amber on Oct 15, 2011 3:02:52 GMT -5
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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
"No. Certainly not a mistake, and not some small instance of walking into the wrong place at the wrong time. Time, however, will tell. If the Master is not here, it is unlikely that he has left the city entirely. As I told you, I deal in information. This city is my home. Whatever happens, I endeavor to learn about." He had seemed so sure that Xavier hadn't left the city, but it almost sounded like he had. Rowan knew better, she knew Xavier wouldn't leave the city. He would stay inside of the city and destroy it until he found what he was looking for. That was how she figured it.
"I don't think he would leave. There's nothing left in this world for him to really destroy. He would just start by destroying the city from the inside out. That's how I would figure it as. He has to find something soon or I'm no longer his." Rowan emphasized his to point that she cared very much about the Master and that if she was to be anyone's servant or under their command, it would be the Master. Anyone else she felt uncomfortable or frighten to be in their care or environment.
She had felt a whoosh of air in her face, but it didn't seem to bother her as something that would pester her as something else. Rowan wondered what she was missing and what Mikael looked like. It would have helped her understand more of who he was, but the disability stopped her.
"Beyond that, I simply listen. Most people would be surprised by how much I find out simply from standing and listening. If you keep your ears open...there's no limit to the amount of information you can find. I found out about your attack by listening to the rumors. child appears, finds the Master of the city, tells him her father is going to kill her... these things carry powerful words behind them. Powerful words carry the hint of a truth. What stands before me now, you and your daughter, you are that truth, Rowan. Not everything is permanent..."
"There isn't a cure for holy water damage is there? I'm stuck like this forever unless I would find a perfectly better pair of eyes to replace them? I don't want to put anyone into that kind of torment. Nor would I put myself into that kind of harm.
"But tell me this. Where did you hear about what I said? I never said those words out loud. I sent them to my daughter, and my daughter alone. She never found him, though. Xavier. She didn't find him. I found her wandering around the park near the townhouse I take residence up at when I'm not with the Master. You couldn't possibly know those words unless you had some connection to what happened." Rowan was getting defensive and her voice spoke of it. She was getting annoyed and the anger seemed to seep out a bit.
But a look of confusion flushed to her face as she turned her head as if she could see trying to find Jezebel. The child was no longer by her side. She couldn't feel the girl's presence or smell her. "Where's my daughter? Did she go back to the food table?" her voice sounded of worry and regret for not keeping an eye on her better. That was a terrible pun, especially one so ironic to her situation.
Her hands, found what she thought were Mikael's and she hoped she was right if he was standing directing in front of her. "Help me find her. My ex-husband cannot have her. He can't. He'll do what he did to his former wives and the children he produced with those marriages. I can't have my daughter die because a werewolf can't live with having a family around him." She didn't have the nerve to go through the crowd searching for her daughter if she couldn't see where she was going. Nothing was perfect, but she couldn't let Jezebel pay for something that harmed Alan's pride.
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Post by izzy3 on Oct 17, 2011 6:35:23 GMT -5
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Chiro frowned. After all this, she was worried about being recognized? That probably separated her from 95% of the people in the place. They wanted to be seen, to have their names known, their fame spread. The more people that knew their names, the better they would feel. Hell, half of them probably knew her. He had heard the name Runasimi before, and he wasn't even from New Orleans. She was infamous, in certain circles of the world. Why else would she have received an invitation to a party such as this? The mayor of the city had heard of her, and if he had heard of her, then a good number of people had heard about her. Probably not exactly what she looked like, but some details. Hell, the hair color alone would be enough to identify her in a crowd, even one such as this. With a sigh, he dropped her arm, dark eyes softening. Some people just didn't understand, did they? He just couldn't fathom why she had invited him to this place. Sure, there were people here to buy his cars, and he could make a killing, but he doubted that she was the type of person to be so...gracious. Was this a bribe, then? To make sure that he never spoke of the work he had done for her? An interesting idea, but he wouldn't have said anything anyway. He had reputation riding on that job, even if it was only with a single individual.
It didn't really matter anyway... "Your eyes, dear. As dazzling as they are, it's quite easy to notice when they glance in another direction. When they keep dancing in the same direction over and over again, well... That's when it begins to become obvious." Besides, she had made her dislike of vampires quite well known. Being as open about it as she was, it wasn't hard to believe that she had recognized one of her previous marks at the party. One that had got away? Perhaps. From her nature, he didn't really think she would want to let any vampires get away. Had she not had a choice? Had there been one that had done nothing, so that she had been legally obligated to release him? Interesting... From some rumors, he could have easily believed that she hunted vampires in her path, innocent or not.
Still, it seemed that he was mistaken about some things. Were there actually people here who were unaware of her name and her appearance? He would have assumed that many of the individuals who had received an invitation were known to each other, if only because of the higher circles in which they moved. "Upset? No...no, not upset. Confused, perhaps, that one such as you would invite me to a place like this. It does nothing for your own standing, and unless I'm wrong, doesn't really serve you any purpose at all. Now, I may be guessing here, but from what I've seen of you, you aren't really the kind of person to do people favors off hand. Is this a bribe, then? To keep my mouth shut about my work for you? Small wonder then, that you wouldn't want to be seen with me. What would you have done if I had gone for the drink? Disappeared?" His voice was quiet, inaudible to those around them, forcing him to step closer to her so that she could hear. "I don't doubt it. I'm beneath you, right? Not even worth stepping on. You step around me, feed me lies to suit your own needs. Somehow, I think you're still getting the wrong idea of me. I'm not a mechanic, dear. I'm the owner and CEO of a multimillion dollar corporation. Yes, I work on cars, with my hands sometimes. That doesn't prevent me from knowing my business."
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Oct 18, 2011 20:32:58 GMT -5
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 trying not to appear shocked that her dance partner was more studious then she first thought. One would think that someone who had tried to sell her an expensive car so she could run vampires over with it had something missing from their brain. Isi put her used drink onto a passing tray. She didn't even wonder briefly if someone would think that it was new. It had a lipstick stain on the glass. "Why can't I be nice? I had a spare ticket. You don't know me. I could in fact be a very nice person. I AM a very nice person." It was now Isi's turn to make her friend/date/employee to feel like the bad guy. "I do nice things for nice people all the time!" She gave drug addicts money on the off hopes that they would overdose. She gave homeless people money so they wouldn't bother her and tell her about any vampires not following the law. She opened a door for someone in a wheelchair! If that wasn't nice, then Isi didn't know what was. "Oh yes, inviting you to this fabulous party is absolutely blackmail." The sarcasm was thick in her voice. "I'm blackmailing you by this party. What do you call it when someone takes photographs of you with a mistress and or kidnaps your kids in order for you to do things for them?" Okay, maybe that word was extortion. But they were practically the same thing! Isi was momentarily ignoring the fact that she was going to kidnap Rowan's kid to get her to tell her the Master of the City's location. The song switched to a Gothic beat, Marilyn Manson's version of This is Halloween. It was one of Isi's favorite songs by him. It wasn't a Halloween without this song and the Monster Mash. "And no, I wouldn't have disappeared had you gone to get me a drink. I just would have been over yonder eavesdropping on a conversation between two ... people who shouldn't know each other. I never said I was beneath you. You did. Satisfied?" Isi smirked. She had to give it to Juchiro Asagi he was pretty good at getting her to answer questions she would normally lie about or deflect. But now was not the time. She was literally dying - okay not literally - to hear what the two vampires were speaking of. Isi turned away from Juchiro and began to walk at an angle wondering if he would follow her. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the child talking to an adult male. Isi did not know him but she would try and find out who he was - later. It didn't really matter right now. Where was Rowan? Isi was surprised that she let her seeing eye pet so far away from her ... mortal essence or dead body, funeral homes preferred the first, Isi the latter. She tilted her head and scanned the room. Obviously if Juchiro Asagi was looking at her he would know what she was up to. But the rest of the patrons in the room would not. They would just assume she was taking in the decorations or looking for an acquaintance. They would not assume that she was stalking out future prey. dress Licensed Executioner
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Post by carmen on Oct 23, 2011 1:20:20 GMT -5
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Yes, she had the money. No, she wouldn't tell you how she got it. It wasn't simple, it wasn't easy, and she was briefly wondering if all the effort was worth it, even though she was enjoying herself.
She adored parties.
Fairly ironic, isn't it? The woman who usually hated a filled room and human interaction, actually enjoying herself in such a setting. It wasn't hard to explain, really; at least that's how she saw it. During a party, she could let loose and have fun. She could shove all of her demons aside and live in the now. These were the rare pleasures she took in life, and the only time when you would see the woman smile freely.
Don't get the wrong idea, however. She still hated every single being here; every single being alive, but she could pretend. Just for tonight.
The alcohol also helped.
So, there she stood near the wall of the first ballroom, glass of wine perched within the safe confines of her palm. She was dressed in a black and gold leopard print, long sleeved shirt. Her legs were covered in black spandex and she wore a matching pair of pumps. Her nails were painted topaz and her hair was pulled up into a well-crafted bun. The pupils inside of her golden orbs were stretched into slits; the untrained eye would believe that they were just contacts. And, lastly, two fake, spotted cat ears were placed strategically in her hair.
Only she, and perhaps a few others of her kind, would find her costume humorous. A were-jaguar dressed up as the very feline they could transform into? Hilarity. She too found it funny, and she would let out a soft chuckle each time someone commented on her costume.
"Heh... yes, it is nice, isn't it?" would be her reply, followed by a knowing grin. Yes, it was quite nice.
She had already eaten, so she was now starting to make her way toward the second ballroom. Once entering, she would pleasantly sip at her drink while she watched pairs of people twirling around on the dance floor, her golden orbs following them as they moved.
Did she want to dance? No. Did she want to listen to music? Yes. That's why she chose to stay here before moving onto the next room. She may choose to leave soon, but for now, she was content.
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