She let herself get kissed, sampling the pleasure of asa's lips touch. Then when he broke the kiss and made his wishes plain clear, she will follow him and satisfy whatever desires lies in his dark undead heart.
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She let herself get kissed, sampling the pleasure of asa's lips touch. Then when he broke the kiss and made his wishes plain clear, she will follow him and satisfy whatever desires lies in his dark undead heart.
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"Why, thank you," Terri replies, giving a little spin as she broke away from Samwise the Hobbit. She then looked around the club just as she saw the departing glorious rose petals of Kathleen, and she stumbled on her words.
"Di...Did anyone see that?" Terri comments, her ire rising as a small beastly growl creept through. "What is she thinking!"
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Twist laughed, self pleased sound and her lips curled up in a most self satisfied way.
She was prevented by responding verbally though by the entrance of Kathleen. She couldn't quite put her finger on the woman's appeal- the outfit was so so. A generic goth fairy with no true spark of uniqueness, and she didn't do anything so it couldn't be how the woman moved. And yet, even she felt the woman's call. She wasn't surprised when Asa slipped away. And that action was enough to break the woman's spell- or maybe it was Asa putting her under one of his own- either way it was broken fully when they moved away, and she turned back to Ishani.
Mixtures of emotions where flicking across Ishani's face when Twist turned back to her. Leaning in she spoke a few words with her sister and watched as they settled. Twist smiled and gave her a brief kiss before turning back to the original point of interest...Ciara.
Leaving Ishani to fade away into the darkness as she was wont to do, Twist deftly slipped through the crowd to approach Ciara.
"An interesting outfit choice," she said, the noise in the club causing it to come accross as a murmer.
Sally sees the triad enter the establishment and, can't for whatever reason, pull her eyes away. Three beautiful people, her gaze could not be removed from them. It took a shake of her head and a drink of her water to bring her back to reality. As they parted into three seperate groups Sally looked to the Pack, to Matthew and to Starseeker, "Hello Optimus, yes how are you and yours." Sally said.
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There was an ill-concealed snicker of amusement as Terri ambushed Barkley with another hug, ill-concealed mainly because no attempt at concealing it was actually made. Alice's comment was met with a grin and another laugh. "Oh, it's hard to keep my eyes off of her with that outfit."
Though a few moments later, Kathleen's arrival did manage to briefly divert his gaze from her. Even if Terri hadn't said anything, an entrance like that was hard to miss. "Vainglory." The word was a soft murmur, one that even the quartet of Changeling's in his immediate surroundings would have to strain to hear amidst the noise of the club. He was certainly surprised that she'd chosen to do that, slightly surprised to see the man with two beautiful women already on his arm leave them to pursue Kathleen so quickly, and quite surprised to see her succumb to his advances immediately as the two started making their way to privacy.
Without anything that he could really do at this point he just offered a shrug. "Guess she must have been desperate." Which did make him wonder if he'd missed any cues from her during the fruit hunt, it wasn't as though he were very good at reading women. Well, he gave his Heartsworn a sidelong glance, not very good at reading most women.
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Presence
Striking Looks
Goodwill"Well, damn, Sam, why didn't you say something? You could have been Benjamin Gates or Henry Jones Sr.," Neil said, looking sincere.
"...or Short Round."
Yep, still looking sincere; or, at least until Kathleen enters.
He'd been able to keep his eyes off the two women with Dracula, but Kathleen demanded his attention. He also recognized the Contract, annoyed that she'd used it. He frowned slightly, turning to give Alice an apologetic look, and held her a bit tighter.
At least he had an excuse?
Somewhere, though, a voice wondered when someone was going to do something. First Nela, now this? And people bitched about him? Call him biased, but he didn't think cutting someone was nearly as bad as playing with their minds. Hell, it was even frowned on in Hedge Duels.
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*Ciara's attention is drawn from the man before her to the young woman that enters the club with such magnetism that every head near her swivels as if on a pivot. She feels an other-worldly attraction to the woman, getting ready to move and introduce herself when she sees Clarke beat everyone to the punch. She hadn't notice the Prince enter, was he alone tonight? No, there were his two companions talking quietly with one another.
She can't help but smile at the matching outfits; which made Asa's snatching up of the young woman all the odder. Was she a treat for later for the three of them? Or had the Prince grown tired of his playthings so quickly, and was eager to add a new toy to his collection? Or was it simply another case of a man's lust and covetousness getting the better of him? Either way it was no concern of hers, at least not until Twist begins to make her way over. She uses the woman's approach as an excuse to move away from the mortal man, smiling ever so slightly to the female Daeva.
Is it? I'm afraid I'm still a little vague on this whole "Halloween" concept; I was under the impression you were supposed to play a role opposite your normal. And this is about as far from my normal as I could think of. *She pushes down the urge to ask Twist what she thought of the striking young woman Clarke had just walked out with; the battle with her own personal Beast a far tougher fight than her Vampiric one. Twist had never been anything if not pleasant to her; if a little tight lipped on certain information. No need to be catty tonight.
Instead, she switches topics, gently brushing the side of her own neck.* Hmm, seems someone is a messy eater; perhaps you should tell him not to be in such a rush next time... *She says with a smile, playfully teasing the other female Kindred.*
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Kathleen arrives a bit later. For the occasion, she wore a gothic-oriented fairy dress for the party. Having had the opportunity to visit the place once, she thought it would the perfect place to wear.
As there are more than twelve persons presents, she cannot resist trying some of her vainglory powers, thinking that her halloween dress would explain the weirdness of having her true fae mien exposed to the mortals ... not that it would matter, the power of the wyrd would make them forget anyways, and anyone seeing her would simply attribute it to her special dress.
That being said, she is sure to draw some attention to her, which is somehow the goal, mind you.
Costume
Activating Splendor of the Envoys Protection
Shadow Tongue watches, nails itching do some real shredding.
For a moment she is free. For a moment she is alone. This only her.
And him.
Andrew forgets just where he is and hankers his leggings to be more comfortable. A silent, jelous rage wishing he was that lucky rich man carting the Black Angel away.
What was going to do to her? "Matthew." He mumbled in a half dream. "Matt did you see tha~" Andrew begins step away from the Pack, eyes watching Mr. Hefner and the goddess depart.
Gears begin to turn. Andrew was a wolf. Wolves took what they wanted. This was his packs turf.
Of course Matt would get first fuck, but seconds were second you know.
Mr. Hef would just have to understand.
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Brandon is about to brush off Ciara's rebuffing of his drink offer when he, along with everyone else in the room, can't help but turn to notice Kathleen's entrance. He only has a few moments to watch her move, and imagine the other ways she could move, before a slender dark haired man had caught her attention and diverted her away.
Shaking his head, he turns to notice that the nun had moved off to talk pleasantly with a beautiful vampire in a dark dress.
"Hmph." he snorts, and utters the words "Fuckin' lesbian." before tucking his tail between his legs and walking back over to Sally.
He snickers, gesturing toward the ice-cold holy sister with a jerk of his head "I guess she's taking the whole virgin bride of Christ idea all the way."
It was too bad because Brandon had been too preoccupied with avoiding the cops since breaking out of jail to get a piece broken off for himself. He scans the club, determined tonight to violate his priestly vows of celibacy.
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Martha had made it to the club. She'd arrived in clear hope to meet some of the jolly people she'd met playing poker! Martha had spent the last few weeks preparing, a bit of sewing, thinking, planning...studying - all for tonight. Tonight she'd hoped to learn - and maybe even have a bit of fun too! A notebook close at hand in her blazer pocket, ready to record what she heard, felt and saw.
Recalling the name of the club Terri had mentioned, Martha had found it easy enough. Struggling through the crowds was, however, less easy. Without her cane Martha felt and looked, vulnerable, wide eyed and slightly unsteady...but she smiled anyway. It was hard not to: so many people dressed in such a jolly manner! Eyeing the shoes and thigh boots of many of the club goers, Martha hobbled along. Glad she had selected the costume she did. It was, she hoped, in the spirit of the evening without been too gaudy, revealing or brash. Brash could wait till she felt more confident - revealing could also wait for other circumstances. A dab of scarlet lipstick; scrubbed clean; a splash of lavender soap and similar scent...a fresh brush with minty toothpaste (with spare of the same neatly packed into her shouldered satchel, just in case.) Shoes polished, tie straight: Martha felt ready for inspection. Trying hard to hide her limp, she patrols through the crowd...hoping to lock onto any familiar scent or face.
Entering the club she hovered near the doorway, hoping to recognise anyone in the crowd. Arriving moments too late to witness the Kathleen Arrival and Departure, she found the chance to shuffle through the wake of dumbstruck mortals that Asa and Kathleen had created.
Maybe in this club, if she could recognise them, there might at least be Jimmy...or Terri. Jessica Rabbit...look for Jessica Rabbit...Terri had mentioned attending the Reverence before heading to meet with others at the Avalon. Trusting to luck that Terri was here, Martha had a back-up notion of heading to the Avalon later...
Tugging her straw boater hat tighter and smoothing out her calf length gymslip, Martha smiled again. It didn't seem so bad in here afterall! At least she finally was wearing something black - smiling brightly as she felt she almost began to fit in! Her thought ran; Better make a note of that...
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