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 Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2022 9:45 pm
The Giovanni chuckled, seemingly in good spirits, at the mention of burning the estate to the ground. "Your passion is admirable, how you live with such vitality day to day I cannot fathom." In the same moment he made a mental note to hire more security. He was sure she'd forget he existed the moment he left her line of sight but he didn't take chances. Any certainties related to this clan couldn't be trusted.
Naughty stuff? He hadn't heard of any guests missing personal effects. Then again... who would admit to losing a prize cucumber from their personal luggage. "We all have our vices, do we not? You cannot tell me you yourself have never fallen to weakness over something tempting." He caught the gaze of his Childe and raised his glass gently in the Elder's direction. It looked like a simple greeting but it really said 'I'm done here, come pick the bones of this Malkavian for information.'. Thane could be quite persuasive.
Lowering his arm Amadeo was otherwise statuesque. He simply observed Madeline with close, careful, consideration. His eyes, shaped to appear friendly enough, were almost black. As she sniffed him, an unusual behavior to be certain, he wondered what she scented. Though likely twisted in her mind. Giovanni smelled of many things. Expensive, generally tasteful, cologne (though there were some who could argue what tasteful meant). Old Books. Grave dirt. Corpses. He gently raised a brow as she inched closer. What was this Malkavian doing now? He highly doubted she was trying to get flirty. "In this life and the next." He responded, his meaning more in line with their spirits rather than their bodies. He had little use for pets with a pulse. He didn't lean away from her but he also didn't lean closer. Something felt... off.
The little wraith that had followed Amadeo was currently under the table Madeline had emerged from. Still invisible, but watching the Malkavian coldly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2022 10:09 pm
Ayia stepped to the side slightly, giving room for the fae that approached. She looked at the kat carefully, squinted, then smiled softly. Kin. A moment later she sighed and looked at Arana. Quietly she spoke to the methuselah “You’re not kidnapped, this is a party..a gathering of sorts.” She then turned awkwardly towards the other fae and stuck out her paw before immediately withdrawing it - trying to perform greetings that required touch were icky - instead she slicked back her hair and offered a verbal greeting: “Hi, Ayia. I’m Ayia. Not you, well unless you are Ayia too, sorry, Hello.”Arana just tilted her head and shrugged, giving a flippant wave of her paw towards her companion “Arana knows this, Kitrye invited one and all to a ball in the fall. Arana smells candy, treats, and stinky feets. What a fun time of year.” She smiled eagerly at the new fae in front of her “You smell nice, say hello to Arana~”
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2022 10:16 pm
Kale listened carefully and said nothing. He wasn't the type to speak for others. Not when they could so easily, and loudly, speak for themselves. The Gangrel sort of chuckled after Dia Chela's attempt to insult his clan. Unfortunately, Rocky was past the point of being able to take insults as humorous. She was already pissed.
"Lasombra." He seemed to mull the word over. The two clans had a history of mutual respect, not trust, but respect of a sort. The Lasombra had strong leadership. They also didn't ******** with Gangrel unless they wanted a not-so-fun story to go along with some fancy new scars. It seemed this Lasombra had missed the memo about Gangrel. He was happy to educate her. Short of Enoch showing up and slapping his children with a newspaper they were likely going to be reminding the Lasombra why the clan referred to them as 'Monstrous Foes'. He growled low in his throat and flexed his head from side to side, cracking his neck. Flexing vicious looking talons The Crow yawned. Long, sharp, razors you might call canines a warning signal to the impending violence.
He caught a glimpse of The Prince briefly. Well, at least the Sherriff was here to arrest them once all hell broke loose.
With a shake of his head he fixed his gaze on Dia Chela and smiled. But it wasn't kind.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2022 11:34 pm
A charming curve adorned Alessandra's lips for a moment, before she linked her arm with the other kat's. "Indeed, your ladyship, the pleasure is all mine." It was plain that they had a few little things in common, and the Ventrue was certainly pleased enough to accompany her wherever she pleased. "If you have no set plans, then may I ask for the honor of a dance?" It was certainly the polite thing to do, but that was not Alessandra's motivation.
Rather, she was intrigued by the other's manner, and wished to get to know her rather better... and perhaps provide some modicum of entertainment. "Surely in doing so you will have the opportunity to see more of the room and what other company might be on offer." Another kat might have been offended by what the good Marquess had said, but not this one. She was somewhat amused, however.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2022 11:49 pm
While it was satisfying to witness her insult hitting home to such effect, the reaction made it very clear Dia Chela could no longer avoid a fight. With any other vampire (except of course the Malkavians), the batting of her eyes or the fake veneer of civility they all wore would be enough to forestall an outright brawl at a party. Unfortunately for her, the Gangrel had never been the type to care for civility and had cast off the mere mention of it many centuries ago. She respected them for being exactly what they were at all times, more animal than anything else. She herself had stepped far away from what remained of her mortal shell and embraced shadows more thoroughly than most. As the male smiled, she too smiled back without humour. Her thoughtful gaze flickered between them. “I would suggest,” she said softly, slowly, gathering her power, the shadows pooling at her feet and coiling up her legs, her arms, flickering at her cheek like a lover, “that you find someone else at this party to entertain you.” She would not win a two against one but she would not go down easily.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2022 12:02 am
The effect the simple rise of Amadeo’s glass had was instantaneous. Thane only barely managed to hold back the instinct to run to his Sire’s side in the blink of an eye and instead settled for a brisk walk that wouldn’t upset any party goers by bowling them over in his haste. He arrived, his wine glass in one hand (still unsnapped) and the other hand coming to rest on Amadeo’s shoulder (how daring!) as he insinuated himself into the conversation in such a way that he was almost physically stepping between them without actually doing so. “Good evening, my lord,” he nodded to Amadeo first and then turned golden eyes towards the pink haired harlot who had dared get so close. “ Signora. May I join you? There seems like no other company quite so appealing in this hall.” Thane had been taught some social graces as part of the Giovanni clan, even if his preferred state of unlife was locked in a room not being bothered by anyone other than his lord Giovanni and maybe the occasional pretty servant looking for way up the family ranks.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2022 3:17 am
Luca gave a hearty laugh. "Why should I be jealous? It should be them who are jealous, for I have the most beautiful mate and none of them can touch you." He grinned widely. "You were made to be stared at, and made to be mine, just as I was made to be yours." He twirled his muse, as if to showcase a work of art that had to be seen from all angles.
"But what shall we do first?" Luca looked around the room, his head held high in superiority. "I see quite a few faes here. Are you hungry? We could find a devine meal." Luca licked his lips.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2022 5:54 am
Dympna tilts her head at the two Malkavians before her, sending the little skull bells on her hat to chiming in that offputting, out of key way again. "Dympna is Dympna." She says simply, pointing to herself as she speaks. She lets out a little cackle again before glancing at Arana. "Dympna says good morning to both pretty kitties!" Every now and then, a muscle or part of her body will twitch and spasm, movements that appear outside of Dympna's control, but that she doesn't seem to notice or pay mind to. Her gaze drifts back over to where Madeline and Faucy, tsking under her breath as another 'friend' joins the Malk where she had been speaking to Mr. Fancy Clothes, then swings back to the two Malks in front of her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2022 7:22 am
At some point Endolynn's dance partner came back into the dance to help her with more dynamic movements that could only be accomplished with the help of another. Dips and twirls, lifts and leaps to really give those who were watching a show. The dance ended with Endolynn held aloft in a dynamic pose, leaning back in an almost crescent shape with a bright smile on her face. That had been so much fun! Once she was set down she thanked her dance partner profusely, excusing herself to take a break and get herself something to nibble on...perhaps another drink, as well.
Once she picked what she wanted from the food selection she settled down at the bar to order a drink to go with it, catching her breath while she ran a hand through her hair so that her fingers could comb through and tame her locks once more. She didn't necessarily need it but it helped her feel a tad more polished. Now was the time for her to observe the party while she restored her energy, the dance getting her heart pumping and eager to do another soon. For now she was simply observing the room to see what she may have missed when she'd been occupied.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2022 7:26 am
Kitrye frowned. He did not like the fact that his beloved felt uncomfortable. Even though he was busy playing host he managed to keep one eye on her while she was here. No one would dare touch her. “I am sorry my angel.” He gave her a squeeze. “There can be some…unsavory characters here since it is an open door party but none would dare lay a hand on you I promise. You are safe.” The Toreador kisses her forehead before his attention turned back to the pair. A slight warning in those red eyes as he regarded them both. Tilting his head he listened to them speak as he played with a piece of Fleur’s pale, golden hair. When they had finished he looked thoughtful. At least somewhat. “So your mother sings.” He stated matter of factly, unimpressed. “And…what is it the pair of you two do then? I have yet to hear what it is you bring to the table.” Lifting the piece of hair he was playing with to his nose he took in a long, deep breath. Enjoying the scent of his mate. Kitrye made no point in hiding the fact that his mate was mortal or that he was absolutely smitten with her. This pair was drawing it all out a little too long for his tastes with the way they skirted around the point. And then there it was. Another join request. How to handle this one.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2022 7:56 am
Weakness? Madeline could not immediately recall ever falling to some kind of weakness. What was that about something tempting? Grasping her head her red eyes widened. “OH NOOOOOOOOO!” She bellowed aloud. Had she never done this? Was it a requirement she had not met yet? “WHAT AM I TO DOOOOOO?!” The Malkavian wailed for all to hear still grasping at her head. A look of sheer panic on her face. As Thane interjected himself though another round of barking, which seemed even louder this time, started up and the golden faucet came flying at his face. Madeline squealed as she threw herself against Amadeo, effectively bumping Thane out of the way. “Help me mister man I don’t know what to do!” Claws grasped at his jacket as she looked up at him, pleading. “I….I…..I….” All the while the barking continued as Thane was accosted by Faucy.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2022 8:15 am
Rocky flexed her claws she she crouched low to the ground. Assuming a low, pouncing position. The shadows didn’t scare her. Didn’t deter her. In fact they seemed to spur her on even more. Golden eyes locked on their movement as the top of her tail flicked back and forth. She could sense the power coming off of Kale as he too readied himself for an all out brawl. This Lasombra would pay for her comments. Pay for being whatever it was that made Rocky’s fur stand on end. Whatever that horrible smell was. She might have thought that it was the shadows the other vampire kept that gave off the insulting smell but at this point the only thing she wanted to do now was rake her claws through her fur. Maybe leave a few scars on that pretty little face. “Awww, don’t you want to plaaaaayy? I think you might hurt Kale’s feelings if you don’t.” The taunt dripped with menace as she hated her fangs. Not quite as large as Kale’a but they would do the job just the same.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2022 8:42 am
Not many of his kind might have been paying attention to the mortals, however Ezo found their little bubbles of reality only mildly interesting. To be honest, being the monster he was he didn’t necessarily have an interest in mortal affairs or…whatever it was they did. Oh no, quite the opposite. But at this party he afforded himself the….well he wouldn’t call it a luxury. However one did stand out to him. It was hard not to notice her as she was lifted into the air. Her back arching in the shape of a crescent moon. Her vision made him…hungry. When her dance was done and she moved to the bar he saw his opportunity. Moving through the crowd like a predator hunting his prey, which was exactly what he was doing he casually slid up to the bar next to where she was seated. Mismatched eyes studying her for a brief second before he spoke. “You danced divinely.” His voice was deep and smooth. Dripping with equal parts honey and darkness. “You must be a goddess muse sent from the Gods to bless us with such a performance.” It was hard to hide the hunger in his eyes, but his hunger wasn’t for her. It was for what she could give him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2022 9:35 am
A nice refreshing glass of cold water was what accompanied her requested drink as well; a good balance of indulgence and sensibility...though she was definitely nursing the mixed drink first. It tasted so nice paired with what she was eating, a sip of water every so often just to remind herself that this was what her body needed after such exertion. The opulence of this event made it just so easy to feel a bit on the carefree side.
Endolynn soon became aware of someone next to her, the ear on that side tilting curiously while her eyes remained on her drink in front of her...until she heard him actually speak to her. Her own mismatched eyes finally lifted to regard this stranger as he complimented her, the flattery bringing a smile to her lips. "Thank you for your kind words...though I wouldn't want to offend the Gods with such high praise." She chuckled softly, her voice lilting and gentle. "I'm simply a vessel for the inspiration given to me and got a little carried away."
There was a darkness in his gaze that sent a chill through her spine, piquing her curiosity and a hint of caution. "I can only hope that my dance brought you some enjoyment to witness."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2022 10:50 am
“How modest.” A light purr lined his voice. Brushing back long blue and black hair he leaned in towards her. “Perhaps once you have recovered you would grace me with a dance? I would like to experience it first hand instead of standing of just watching.” Ezo was perhaps not quite as an acrobatic dancer as she was but he still had some movesX and hopefully these moves would bring him ever the closer to his goal. “Your dancing was an enjoyable sight to behold indeed. You were so agile. So sensual. It was beautiful. But of course it was because of how beautiful you are as well.” Just lay it on thick. She would either turn him away or he would have her hook line and sinker. Ezo hoped for the latter or course. The smell of her warm blood beneath her fur as it pumped through her after the exertion was alluring.
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