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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 1:13:09 GMT
Nicholas stood leaning over the balcony looking at the quickly filling crowd. This night was just like every other night, the faces were just a blur the sounds were but an echo of a night, a week, a decade, a generation ago. Nicholas looked over the crowd a soft sigh escaped his lips. One woman briefly caught his eye. She had a spicy twinge about her, but with so many other flavors or fur and his kiss stirring the air it was nearly a perfect cover to her otherworldliness.
He wondered what was happening back west, things were quite, to a point that Nicholas spared a human’s heartbeat to wonder if Lord had worked his end of the deal. San Deigo had withdrawn from the city limits. The Fae also withdrew from the city limits as well. The twin’s defection to his side was a serious blow to the prince of the light and princess of the dark courts. Two of their champions had decided at least for the moment to work on my side, to make my side stronger, the royals had withdrew to plan the next salvo.
Nicholas had prepared for many different outcomes when he decided to spread the seeds of growth in his city. With a mental wave of his hand his men began to pay attention to the young woman. They had already looked at her knew that she was more than just human but was awaiting orders. Something otherworldly had past threw the ether. He watched until the bartender passed her a note and she looked up to the VIP rooms she looked at the area where Nicholas stood. He smiled her a gentle smile. And awaited her to come up to meet him.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 17:37:33 GMT
The club was quietly inviting, with as much noise that had traveled the ether, of a resurgence of life amongst the ghost of the decaying dead. If only they could realize the beauty in the void, perhaps they would less likely to run screaming back to their human shells. Sadly knowing the true curse of immortality, not the farce that these vampires and Fae know. The pitiful war that they raged was little more than a diversion to the true masters of the light and the dark. The vampires believe that they cheated death, little do they know that no one cheats death, he is as patient as rock, with roughly as much pity. When it is time he will call to thee and no mutation of blood nor magic spell will keep one free.
When the other vampires came to surround me it was then that I figured that they had finally noticed me. I had been traveling here for months, only today had they noticed me. Thinking of the many off beat paths I could try to make him believe instead of the truth of what I was. While he would know many different vampiric strain, perhaps he had never met a Naga. If he had not I could tell him that I was one of the few, although most people believed Naga’s to be specific to India, what many never knew was that Medusa was in fact a Naga.
Walking up the stairs to the VIP area, I could feel the emotion rolling from the room, it was as if rage itself sat behind the door. The heat from the vampire’s hate was enough to suck the air from the room itself. Looking around I thought surely they could feel it. Sadly it struck me that they were vampires and quite likely from his line so of course they knew what it was, they was more than likely reveling in it. But the human’s that walked about on this floor seemed not to notice. So perhaps it was just me. Leaning over to the closes vampire,
“Is the Master in a good mood?”
The vampire stayed silent, he was not given the permission to speak I suppose. While this night could go horrid, I would still live, which could be unfortunate as the last time I was trapped it took years before I could walk again the endless torture was so bad. As my captures tried to figure out what I was. Thinking to myself “here’s hope tonight is a good night.” With that the door opened. To see a youthful vampire leaning against the railing with his back to the crowd, his eyes were all for me…sigh
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Aug 28, 2015 3:19:29 GMT
Alexander stood moving as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. It wasn’t an unusual feeling for him. In fact like some long undiscovered denizen of Mariana’s trench he wouldn’t know what to do without unearthly pressures holding his denseness together. His slower movements forced the gathered jury to think of the burden they had. They would be deciding a man’s fate. He wanted the full weight of that culpability on their minds.
Turning directly to them but keeping his distance. He looked towards his feet sighing. Raising his gaze he averted it looking back towards his client. He would have to send his thanks to Sheila she had chosen well. The man looked as if he not only wouldn’t hurt a fly but would sacrifice himself to keep someone else from doing so. In another case it would have been overkill. Here it was just a touch enough. His client was six feet six inches three hundred twenty five pounds. It was a miracle of clothing design to make him appear as anything other than a machine of destruction. Thank gods above that his sleeves were hidden. While tastefully and skillfully done even with the laxed social norm acceptance of tattoos Geralds sleeves would elicit the wrong emotions in a saint.
Looking back to the jury he fought the smile that threatened. Their faces were the usual mix of boredom outrage and frustration one would expect from those too lazy, unemployed, unintelligent or pliable to end up on jury duty. The spark which made him want to smile was the look of caring, understanding and general empathy that flitted through the mix as they looked on his client. This was now his case to lose. The prosecutor had done a competent job in painting Gerald as a multiple offender, as a ne’er-do-well, a miscreant troglodyte throwback of should stay gone era with a mean streak.
Alexander could not refute any of those claims nor would he try on his best day. Gerald very well could have been the product of a coupling with the missing links gay brother and sasquatches younger hermaphroditic sister but he was also an overly caring friend, brother, uncle and peacemaker. He was a misanthropic loner who had found others of a similar ilk and bonded with them. He had found a place where his size, his penchant for violent conflict resolution, and unerring loyalty were all positives. Somehow through the last six days the jury had gotten the picture he had painted filling in the spaces between his words with their own heartfelt understanding of an honorable odd bird in their lives.
“ Ladies and gentleman we are down to the middle of the end. Just a hair longer.” He sad apologizing faultlessly. “ I want to thank you for the time we’ve spent together along with all the hard work our Assistant District Attorney has done. It has been quite a ride. We’ve seen the good the bad and every shade in between…” Alexander paused as he let the images he was sure played behind their eyes dance a second longer. “ And we’ve also heard a few things about Gerald there.” Swinging his arm he directed the jury’s gaze to his client. “Gerald left his job like many of us heading to visit associates, friends and family like many of us after a long hard day. How was he to know that his life would change so very drastically for choosing to be loved by those we love. He had no idea that the prosecutors star witness and lead complainant would be violating what Gerald held dear. Gerald had no idea that defending self and valuable property would land him on the prosecutors hit list. If he had I am sure that much as the Prosecutor has stated he would have stayed home unloved unwanted relegated to loneliness and solitude.”
Ghost paused lowering his head as if he were choked up with the image. He wasn’t but better they consider him more human than he felt at times. “Forgive me.” He said raising his hand asking forgiveness before carrying on. “ I could keep you all waxing poetic about Gerald’s virtues and why his actions were justified. I could I honestly really could talk your ears off as long as the Prosecutor did but in the end I know you all want to go home. You want to be in your beds with your loved ones. You all want to hold those who matter to you or hear their voices as you call them for the first time in a week. But I won’t. You all and Gerald deserves to see your families, friends and lovers. Lets make the right decision in spite of what the Prosecutor would wish us to do. Not guilty.” As he spoke Ghost had crossed the invisble boundary between where he’d been standing and the jury box. He dared very much to take each of their hands in his but restrained himself. Instead he used the railing as a surrogate. Reaching the end of his statements he backed away turning to the judge, “ The defense rest your honor.”
The last few moments were the judge handing down instructions for the jury’ s deliberation. The normal butterflies floated in Ghosts stomach. He had every faith that the verdict would go Geralds way. Ghost had done a great job of giving the jury the choice of voting for Gerald or the prosecutor. The prosecutor had bullied badgered and abused enough witnesses in front of the jury that was a very easy decision to make. He hugged Gerald and left packing up his briefcase and resisting the urge to text D. Instead he’d head over to the Cicada Club. He had managed to connect with three clients there and wouldn’t mind fishing in those waters as he waited on the verdict. If he went home he would drink himself into oblivion or as close as one could come and still breathe. As he slipped his phone into his pocket he thought once more of calling or texting.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 4:47:22 GMT
Nicholas looked at the woman, while she was pretty, by most accounts she was not in the category of beautiful that many in the land of sun had come to know. She did have an innocence that Nicholas was finding difficult to believe. She wore the facade of the girl next door like a cloak and while Nicholas had not worn that particular disguise in quite some time, he could recognize when it did not fit on others. The suspensions began to build, a slight inch in his inner ear. She was repressing what power she had of that Nicholas was certain.
“Good evening my dear what brings you to my humble club?”
Nicholas asked with the softest touch of a smile in his voice. He spoke lowly on purpose. His normally booming bass was a soft roar on purpose as he wanted to know if she would be able to hear him over the sound of the club below. She was definitely special, but a special what was the problem he was having. Nicolas stroked the tuft of hair on his chin as the regarded her. Besides the Fae of which he was certain she was not, not many beings ventured into L.A so he had a very limited array of beings that he could compare her to.
“Would it be considered too forward for me to ask your name?”
Thinking back when he was the thrall of his mistress, he thought of everything he had filed away during that time in his unlife. His mistress was very social, of course this can only be measured on the scale of all of Dragon’s children. Her white hot rage was the stuff of legends, however she also was able to bury it for times so that she could interact with others not of our line. It was a trick she kept close to her, even when she died. Shaking his head to erase that particular thought, he thought of the beings that came to his mistress. Mostly there were vampires, but a few none vampires did come, however he did not know what to make of them.
Looking at the woman again she had a certain something that drew Nicolas’s attention he was unsure what the “IT” was and he was definitely sure he did not like what it was. He would tread more than careful, he would fold his emotions down even more so. This way he would feel nothing for the woman and he could send her on her way. But he also felt like he did not want to let her go either. It was connection that held him still, stayed his words. Everything that Nic was told him to send her on her way. She would cause tragedy, but as he opened his mouth to say something, his lips went dry and nothing came out.
“Would you like to have a seat? Just to talk of course.”
Nic was stalling. He mentally berated himself. His voice which normally held the contained violence of the lash was gently as an angel’s caress. Closing his eyes to realign his thoughts at the corner he saw something it was nearly an image. Not truly an image but it danced right at the edge of his mind’s eye. It tasted of magic, but not one he had ever seen or tasted before. It wrapped the room, Nic guessed that it came from her, but what was the spell. He had no hear an incantation or saw any magic being expelled. His people were not acting strangely or were they? .
“Would you like something to drink by chance.”
Mentally he locked his shields in place and sent one of people out of the room to get the drink. Using the power of telepathy he mentally walked with the vampire to see at what point the spell wore off and what the effect would be. He could see the tendrils of the spell release the vampire at the head of the staircase. Once he crossed it there was no screaming no fear nothing. So what the hell was the spell? Nic brought himself back to the room. Back to the woman who was busy with her prattle. He was absently nodding his understanding. Thinking back to the vampire he had the vampire summon a image of the woman in his head. He couldn’t, sure he could remember details. He recalled her mousy brown hair, however her hair was anything but. He could recall her big blue eyes. Which again to Nic her eyes were amber/green and not bulging.
Nic smiled as he figured her spell was more to mask herself instead of to do something it was odd that it was a far reaching spell he could not readily think of a use for a far reaching mask spell. But she was indeed using it. It was something that he filed away for later.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2015 5:51:48 GMT
Smiling she took the offered chair. Sitting down in the chair she felt the heat of his rage. It was hot enough to scald yet the vampire held it in check, well at least barely. His smile betrayed him he was trying to act kind and patient but both of us knew that he had little of both. Under the surface he was a volcano. The stories could definitely be true.
“I just came to the club to see if it had changed since I was last her.”
Not wanting to date how long ago it was that she was last here. I had been coming to the Cicada club since the silent film era. I had met Charlie Chaplin here. On the first floor before this whole idea of VIP had gotten started. I was here when the biggest of the legendary stars roamed the room. Bogey walked to the bathroom and me and Bacall laughed shared a joke over in the corner. I was drawn here like a moth to a flame even when this vampire had took over. Although he seemed to be rather strict but loose all at the same time I was unsure what to make of him.
“It would not master, you may call me Ena.”
It was close enough to my name so why not let him just have something to call me. That should keep him from raging. Well at least I could hope…
“What is your name Master?”
I knew he was the master of the city, has been for decades. He killed his way up the food chain, but the city was peaceful during his time then the Fae Sealed the town, and made it a prison. That was the extent of the information that I held. I knew that the Fae avoid this area like it is plague ridden. As well as all the other supernatural beings fled this place or were arrested and killed…
“Ä chardonnay please.” A wine would help calm my nerves. He was being very causal, which is odd for the master of the City. They normally want what they want, and are not above taking it by force. We chatted lightly he seemed to be a bit distant, then he mentally returned then faded out again. It was as if he was mentally doing something else. If I had not known what they did as they used their powers I would missed it. But as it were It was something to file away if I could get away that is.
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 1, 2015 14:58:20 GMT
Ghost was never one for a splashy entrance. It was a rarity in the city of angels that marked him more amongst the minority than his skin could ever make him. Normally when he arrived at a club bar or exclusive restaurant he would enter through a side door or kitchen as far away from the throng of waiting photogs as one could be and still live in LA. The buzzards were a mainstay and constant as fleas on a carcass yet he had made his career out of never venturing into the three ring circus of public scrutiny. Of course he had wandered across the iris of a screen or two but he as an entity was spectre a wraith a nonentity it was a hard won war of anonymity but one that his livelihood depended on.
Spotting his man on the inside he waited until he had collected a few gladhands before making his approach. He had strict rules against ever tipping to get into a place. It didn’t mean he was blind to its happening or naïve to its pressing need. But he was a house on the hill versus a McMansion in the press and throng of what passed for power these days. It was funny to him as a transplant that he got the real ebb flow and call of what true power was in this city. Everyone from the middle of the country ran flew and crawled to the coast to make their way in life. He’d come unbidden and unwanted yet grabbed that bull by its horns long ago.’
It was the reason that he unlike his cousin father and uncle was left standing. Not only standing but standing strong. Succeeding where eighty percent of his graduating class were working as waiters or worse. As Isaac caught focus of him Ghost moved forward and into the club that was host to three centers, one comptroller, and thirty up and coming actresses. He was invisible which was the way he liked things. He was a child at play in the halls of power. He ordered a vodka soda as he disliked vodka and knew it would take forever to consume. He always felt those that ordered Club Soda were lying to themselves and the world. He was never a fan of lying just as matter of fact. It was probably why he was as successful in his lives as he was. Taking his drink he watched as a a lady in red made her way up to the VIP section. Looking at her made his head hurt. He wasn’t sure why and did not force the issue.
Aware as he was he found himself thinking on D once more.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2015 3:37:57 GMT
Nic started at the young woman, his instincts itched to push her away. Nic took a moment before he said anything. Was it that he was unsure what she was that made him apprehensive or was it something else that made him on edge. It was not her unnatural averageness that enticed him, oddly enough he was truly unsure what she looked like she could have been amazingly beautiful or she could be terrifyingly hideous Nic didn’t know. Her spell wrapped her in a cloak of average. She would fly beneath the radar of most who saw her. She was pretty enough in a way that made most give he a passing glance, but not interesting enough to merit any effort at courtship. n a way it was brilliant the be able to blend into a group and not be remembered, however and this is the more terrifying thought. What makes her come here.
“Okay Ena so I am compelled to ask if the club is still much the same?”
Nic had updated the looks but it was done in such a way that it held the same feel as the classic Cicada club. While it looks much the same as when the rat pack had come for drinks, much the same as Bogey, Olivie had celebrated a new movie. However the actual furniture was changed out, equipment updated, new technologies added. It just had the 20 vibe. The kids called it retro or whatever. Perhaps she would say something that would allow Him to make a decision on her one way or the other.
“How is your drink? I would hope it is to your liking.”
Nic wondered if She would answer him honestly the one of three questions that he truly had for her. Nic wanted to know what her plans were, if she planned to stay in the city and lastly if she worked for the Fey. If she wanted to stay in the city and she did not work for the fey then she could most definably stay. Every major city has an oddity creature, It was rumored that Chicago had a dragon, New York definitely has a few monsters floating around. So Nic would be just fine with that idea.
“I was curious about a few things Ena would you indulge me in answering a few questions?”
Nic noticed that she swallowed heavy, what was either a bad sign or a very good sign. Nic stood to walk to the edge of the balcony, he perched himself over almost as if with just a gently breeze he would topple over the edge. As Nic scanned the crowned he noticed more than one eye cast skyward toward his suite. One set of eyes stood out a little more than the rest, it was a man that Nic had met, but he was someone that It would take a few seconds for Nic to recall who he was.
“I really want to you if you work for the Fae? did you plan to come he for reasons other that enjoying the evening? And finally are you planning on staying in my city?”
Nic figured that was as natural as he could make it. It asked all the questions and while Nic did not mind her staying, He needed to know what her plan was.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2015 4:02:59 GMT
Ena sat back into the chair a little more putting a bit of distance between herself and Nic. His energy sparked as he was speaking, She hoped that she was wrong but the ragers could flip and become extremely violent within a blink of an eye. His voice had waivered a bit but it had become much more solid as he sat and spoke, if there was something happening in the background that moment had passed and the vampire remained. She knew that her ability to cloak herself in averageness was still unbroken, she was no one that anyone would pay attention to. She liked being able to wander in the background, it was when people started paying attention that she began to hurt.
“Well the flavor of the club is preserved, I can tell all the updating that was done to stay current, as well I can tell little things were done, just touches to stay within code.”
Ena knew that this baby vampire knew something was off, however depending on how he handled it it could go badly for her. She hid from most of the creatures of the night as well as the Fae as they have killed her kind, hunting to extinction, for sport. And the vampires trying to learn the nature of her immortality, many a night ended with her laying in a bloody heap. On a cold dirty floor wishing that death would come to her and release her.
“Yes the drink is great…umm Master.”
She added that last part quickly as she was not powerful lycanthrope or a warrior fae, if anything she was a scholar, or a priestess. He ability to defend herself against violence would require spells that she had not prepared, and turning his blood into a solid mass would not kill him, although it would seriously piss him off and he would retaliate as a child of rage would. She lifted her drink to agree to his request, it was the one thing she had hoped he would not ask of her. If he asked what she was she was cooked. She swallowed hard as she became frightened.
“God no, I don’t work for the shinning ones. I avoid them whenever possible. I promise I have come only to enjoy the evening nothing more. I had hoped that no one would have even noticed me. If you would have me I would love to stay, I am tired of running and would like to have a home.”
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 15, 2015 3:14:16 GMT
Dawn he thought where are you? He wouldn’t dare call or text her even as she ran a marathon through his thoughts. She was a strong fiery bayou chile. So he had to be strong even in his weakness to her charms. It was a dichotomy they had not quite found a way around. There was an unspoken agreement between them he loved being with her and she enjoyed most of her time with him. Until that changed for either of them, they would simply ride the road they were on together when they were together. For him that meant not acting on the ocean of need that reared its head far too often. Forcing himself out of his head he thought of checking in his client. The man owned percentages of most of the smaller studios and production companies throughout the town which made him a good asset to have; Yet the biggest question he always had was why a vampire would need someone as lower tiered as himself.
He was good at weaving a tale and controlling the tempo of the story but he was still only human. He knew for a fact there were six undead vampires, one appellate judge and a private eye with a foot fetish in the greater Los Angeles area. Anyone would have been higher on his list of legal aide if their roles were reversed. He of course wouldn’t knock the retainer yet in his more lucid moments he would definitely ponder. Lost in thought he’d stopped floating about the bar. That was always a bad thing when a shark stopped moving. That meant the predator could become prey. This moment was no less smacking of such ironies. He smelled the overpowering nose cudgeling cologne a half second before the meaty bear paw of a hand clasped his shoulder. It took everything he had to not role with the force of the hand pulling him around and drop the guy who was attached. He had never allowed a portion of his true self to slip through to his daytime life yet he was very close each time he faced Lieutenant Detective Reyes.
The man was six three and heavy enough to be obese at twice the height. He’d worked his way up from riding a beat to vice through the blood sweat and excrement of forced interrogations. He was the go to cop when it needed a scapegoat or patsy that couldn’t afford decent legal representation. His grin was genuine which meant that he was preparing to inflict pain on someone. Little did he know if pushed just far enough Ghost would drop his mask long enough to make sure the larger man was a puddle of hurt feelings and confused bleeding.
He chose as his weapon words which meant he’d brought a dull rusty spoon to a nuclear war.
“How do you sleep at night with the scum you represent Fantome? All that dirt you pal around with has’ta make you just as worthless…”
Ghost met the larger man’s eyes waiting until his beer soaked speaking paused before interjecting.
“I sleep on three thousand thread count hand loomed Egyptian cotton normally. Unless your wife and mother are stopping by then I sleep with my anus in one’s mouth and my cock in the others.”
As the mans face instantly turned scarlet and the glass he was holding shattered Ghost stepped inside his guard and instead of exploiting the six different openings that presented themselves established a distance just outside the mans wild angry bear like swinging. Before he had a chance to connect with anything outside the back of an up and coming television actress Ghost was already far enough away that most people watching would have never guessed he was the one that’d poked the bear while opening its cage door.
He knew he was wrong in the fact that Reyes mother was an alzehiemer’s victim and his wife was a recovering addict who’d just been diagnosed with ALS. He shook his head as he felt security rush past him to subdue the enraged cop. Making his way into the VIP section he nodded at his client in greeting. Pausing mid nod as the lady in red sat conversing. He shook his head as she went from brunette to blond thanks to the play of light. The strobe lights normally didn’t have much effect in the VIP but he ignored it making his way to bar. He was done for the night. Realizing that he not only had a darkside but that he needed to either redouble his efforts to keep it in check or at least let it out to play where it wouldn’t cause several hundreds of dollars of damage. Skipping his usual make nice with the bartender he ordered a twenty year old Pappy’s Sazerac. He was only mildly surprised that the bartender knew how to make it and that was a fleeting as he realized this bartender was not only not his regular but also a vampire.
Sliding his card across the bar he simply said “Keep it open,” in thanks.
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