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| Topic Started: Dec 8 2008, 03:31 PM (222 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Dec 8 2008, 03:31 PM Post #1 |
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Oh the vampire district. What was a city nowadays without one? Magdalena could remember once upon a time when Vampire Districts were non-existant; well at least they were not so publically known. The undead had their territories but they were kept secret and were more guarded much like animals vying for a strip of land to call their own. But that had been many years ago and like so many other things, the way vampires lived changed. In these modern times, vampire districts were openly advertised and the intentions of the businesses known to all. Freak bars were perhaps the dominant in the public eye while others were not so blatant. Of course during the day proved to not be as exciting as it would be once the sun had set. Not that it really stopped Magda from heading out an hour or two before dusk to scope out the District. While Nathan had not really asked her to do it, the jaguar felt it necessary to scope out their new surroundings. With her Master not oathed to anyone, it might prove more dangerous for him though their residence was well outside the city. Dressed in a simple pair of denim jeans and sneakers, a white turtle neck was worn to 'protect' against the cool fall air. Her brown locks hung free and was whipped about easily with any breeze that flowed past as her casual path took her down the sidewalk. Her eyes were constantly scanning, absorbing the scents and sights as she went past each building. Absently she considered stopping in to one of the bars that had opened early for a drink and listen in on the local conversation. A glance behind her, Magda made sure that no one was trailing her for any reason. Unfortunately she had to be just as careful as to not but herself in immediate danger, at least not while the sun was still up. Though the woman had years upon most of those who would be walking during the day. |
 
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| Deleted User | Dec 11 2008, 02:08 PM Post #2 |
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A few hours had passed since Magdalena had stepped foot in the Vampire District of Paris. So far she had run into nothing of note; not surprising considering how bare the streets were. Perhaps this was the only part of the city that seemed vacant during the day. Soon enough the streets would be occupied with all sorts of people; human, vampire and even lycanthrope. Then again, night was always preferred by Magda, even after all of years she had been alive. The darkness was comfort and where her other half ruled. The thought of slinking through the night and ambushing some unsuspecting creature just brought a smile to the woman's face while she contingued down the street. It was getting late now, the sun had already descended and would be down below the horizon within the next thirty minutes. Magda had learned to observe the sun's position in her time with Nathan. She could feel her Master was already awake and had been for several hours. The jaguar would return to him soon enough and she sometimes grew tired of the pacing he took to on occasion while waiting for the sun to fall completely. Besides she felt she was on somewhat important business in scoping out the local vampire scene. The Council was located somewhere in the city as well. It would be wise to attempt to learn what it was they might encounter during their stay in Paris. It was dangerous for them to be so close to the seat of vampiric power considering Nathan was essentially a rogue in his own right and answered to no one. Magda caught a glimpse of a club that had opened and decided it was time to get in to the scene and see what she could eavedrop on. Essentially she was playing the part of a scout for Nathan and with any luck she would turn up something of interest for him. But for now she pushed open the door and stepped inside. She barely acknowledged anyone, save for the bartender when she pulled up a seat at the counter. With a hint of a smile and a tilt of her head she regarded the man who smelled of human, with a touch of vampire mixed in, "Whiskey." |
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| Angelica Dubois | Dec 21 2008, 07:22 PM Post #3 |
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The club was darker inside then the streets leading to it, and because of that it was mostly empty. The bar stools were empty and the bartender was washing the glasses and bench with a keen interest. So much so that he didn’t even notice when the lioness wandered into the club and aproached the bar. He startled slightly when she leant against the bar the smell of chocolates and vanilla drifting toward him from her thick blonde hair… which was suddenly surprisingly close. Angelica offered him a smile and said ‘I’m surprised. People around here are ususally a little more.. Observant.’ she chuckled lightly. ‘Of course, it’s not quite dark yet, not too much out and about that’s going to bite, I suppose.’ He shrugged his shoulders lightly and tried to smile a little. He could see she wasn’t human – but beyond that nothing. So he changed the subjet. ‘What can I get you?’ ‘Vodka, on the rocks. Hansome.’ she said with a soft laugh and a wink as she pulled her hair behind her ears, or the parts of it that would do what she wanted at least. Once she had her drink she found herself a small table in the corner and humming to herself watched as more and more people came into the club. The occasional one caught her eye. A shapeshifter or two, a few humans with scars she could tell were old vampire bites even from a distance, in a dark room. She was about to get up and get herself another drink and maybe twirl around the floor with one of the others there when another cat entered the building. She didn’t feel like a lion, but Angelica didn’t care so much. She was the most interesting one in the room thus far and Angelica couldn’t help but be curious. The brush of her beast against her skin told her that it wasn’t just her human half that was interested. She walked quietly through the people and towards the bar, pulling up a stool next to the woman and giving the bartender her empty glass and a smile. Tilting her head at the woman next to her, the woman smelt like vampire. But then once upon a time Angelica had also, and it hadn’t meant a great deal. Usually. ‘Waiting for someone?’ Angelica asked before sipping her newly refilled vodka. Ange wasn’t quite sure why she was here, herself. Eventually she’d probably do something she found amusing and end up on the wrong end of a vampire or fellow shifters temper – but life was so dull lately. Hiding everything was too much to bother with. She had never been ashamed of what she was. 'My names Angelica.' she offered, in a friendly tone. She hoped that this one would prove at least a little interesting. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 21 2008, 10:18 PM Post #4 |
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For a bar in the Vampire District, it sure was slow; almost agonizingly so. Even with dusk having just settled over Paris, Magda would have thought more people would be flocking to the bars; especially the freaks who loved to play the part of food and acquire a few more scars. It seemed to not be the case, at least not for this bar. Maybe she had picked one of the less established ones in the district or, it would just be her luck, one of the crappier bars around. The whiskey that had been set in front of her was slowly drained. She kept the drinking to a minimum, mostly for Nathan's sake since he would be able to taste the same fiery liquid that now washed down her throat. Of course the one glass of alcohol did little to dilute her mind or get her anywhere close to drunk. That would involve some of that Full Moon drink tailored for lycanthropes; she could imagine what Nathan's take might be if she had some of that. The scent of a feline approaching, drew her attention as she peered toward the blonde that had settled on a stool next to her. Another intake of the scent beside her gave Magda all she needed to discern that she was a lioness; many years of travel with her Master to thank to get her relatively acquainted with the variety of lycanthropic scents and flavors. "Not really." She shrugged her shoulders. If Nathan chose to visit her then that would be his decision. Unfortunately her attempts to learn anything of interest about the vampire community in Paris was coming up dry. Not that this stranger needed to know that. Magda was being relatively quiet though and her tone sounded bored and disinterested, even when she responded to the introduction by the lioness, "Madeline." "Another whiskey." The glass was pushed out toward the bartender. |
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| Angelica Dubois | Dec 22 2008, 12:48 AM Post #5 |
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Angelica watched the other woman out of the corner of her eye. There was usually a reason people came to places like this, it wasn't anything particularly special but the liquor was affordable and didn't taste like dirty dishwater. There was music slowly beginning to pump through the sound system. It was modern music, more upbeat than the occupants in the club at the moment but Angelica could hear them as they slowly began to move to the open space that was barely classifiable as a dance floor. She sensed it too, as the first vampire drifted into the club. Sun was truly down, then. The vampire had to have been young for it to be that noticeable, but she didn't care enough to look up at the creature. Turning her attention back to the woman beside her she looked at her again briefly. 'No one comes into these places and isn't looking for something or someone, ma amour. Be it the drink' she swirled her glass delicately and the liquid ran around the wall of the glass, almost spilling over the glass. 'The exotics, like ourselves and that vampire who just came in - though presumably there are more coming - the dance.. though I'm not sure that classifies as dancing. They're doing Paris an injustice.' she grinned. 'Or to hunt.' she added finally as an after thought. The bartender came back at that time and Madeline asked for another whiskey. The bartender had been listening to the conversation, so Angelica asked him. 'Isn't that right, barkeep?' she smiled. He smiled back and shrugged. 'I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.' 'Of course not.' Ange rolled her eyes. pushing her glass still half full away from herself. Turning her stool around she watched the now quickly growing crowd. 'If you're not here to meet someone, and not drown your sorrows, you could always mingle. Does wonders for the soul. Charm their socks off, even. If you prefer I'm sure you could charm more interesting things off them.' She was being playful in her way. Trying to get the other woman to speak to her, come hell or high water. If this Madeline was truly as uninterested as her voice sounded, Ange would leave her be. But not at first. And not while she didn't have anything better to occupy herself with. |
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| Nathan Baxton | Dec 23 2008, 03:15 PM Post #6 |
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Sometimes the worst part of being among the ranks of the undead was the fact that the sun put such a damper on the early riser. He had no need to use the computer in the basement den of the estate; nothing really piqued his interest at the moment that called for its use. He had checked all the security cameras, though that only took an hour at the most. Since then, he had been pacing around, occasionally picking up a book, sitting down and reading some of it before putting it back down. Andrew was off for the evening, so the vampire didn’t even have the pleasure of the older man’s company for the fading daylight hours. Yet somehow he managed to endure those very trying hours as they ticked away minute by minute. The instant the sun hit the horizon and vanished, leaving the sky still partially lighted in the way twilight usually was, Nathan was up into the faintly lighted interior of the house. Moving just as swiftly to the attached garage, Nathan stepped into the sleek Peugeot 908 RC, revved the engine a few times and then shot off like a bullet into the quickly fading twilight. His destination was to be the vampire district this evening. He didn’t need to be around his servant all the time, but she felt a little bored, and he thought he might be able to spice up the night. In no time at all Nathan found himself slowing and pulling into the lot to a local vampire bar. Amusement twinkled in his eyes at Magda’s choice of places to visit. He could figure out why she did it, and he had no objections to her scouting out the local vampire scene, finding out who is who and what is what. He actually felt that she was better suited to the task than he himself was. Vampires were naturally cautious, more so when it came to their own kind. “We always have some hidden agenda, don’t we?” Nathan chuckled quietly to himself, putting the car in park and stepping out into the cool night air. Paying the man at the door, he always had to pay, one of the downfalls of being turned at an apparent young age, silly mortals and their laws and morals, Nathan entered the vampire bar. He knew exactly where Magda was, but for the sake of appearances, Nathan looked around casually to get a good glance of the crowd thus far. Mostly humans, the vampire noted with an indiscernible sigh. Did they truly like being inches away from death? There were also a few lycanthropes in the building other than Magda, and he knew that they could take care of themselves much better than the humans. And then there was the single other vampire in the bar, young, still freshly dead. The way it moved was so unnatural, stiff and wooden. He pondered for a moment if the vampire had the control to just taste without killing. Somehow he doubted it, but Paris did not have the strict laws the United States did concerning the undead. Finally he moved over to the two women, both shifters, and took the stool next to Magda away from the other lycanthrope. With a resigned sigh, Nathan folded his arms on the bar, leaning forward until his chin rested on the back of his now folded hands. A slight shake of his head towards the bartender when he glanced towards him kept the man from asking him any questions. Hooking his feet around the barstool, he’d merely sit there feigning disinterest in the two women beside him. Edited by Nathan Baxton, Dec 23 2008, 03:17 PM.
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| Deleted User | Dec 24 2008, 02:35 PM Post #7 |
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The scent of the first vampire did not go unnoticed by Magdalena. The all too familiar scent that reminded her of old grave soil with a hint of copper. She had grown use to it over the years and it only served to remind her of Nathan. In the back of her mind she could feel him, the constant buzz of his presence and the fact that the marks between them were never fully closed unless dire circumstances that required it. For some reason, he was getting closer. However the woman beside her proved a distraction before the jaguar could question her Master telepathically. By the time Magda had tuned into Angelica, the lioness was talking about more coming to dance or possibly hunt. With a slightly raised brow, she regarded the bartender a moment when he feigned stupidity before replacing the whiskey on the mat in front of the dark blonde headed woman. 'If you're not here to meet someone, and not drown your sorrows, you could always mingle. Does wonders for the soul. Charm their socks off, even. If you prefer I'm sure you could charm more interesting things off them.' It did not seem this Angelica was going to be quiet any time soon and while Magda had hoped for more vampiric knowledge, she tilted her head to the blonde next to her, "As if I would want to 'charm' anything off of the cattle in here." A hint of a smirk followed, almost feral as a bit of fang was revealed. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the door as another entered. This male much shorter than the normal visitors to a bar and obviously looked much younger. The buzz of her Master had grown incredibly close and now he had made an appearance in the same bar as she. It must have been boring back at the Estate for him to pursue her out in the vampire district. Not to mention it was a risky endeavor given his unoathed status. The jaguar's attention returned to the bar as the silver-haired vampire sat beside her. He had not acknowledged her in anyway though and so Magda decided to play along, amused by the child-like boredom in his posture before she tipped back the whiskey. The sour liquid burned down her throat and she silently hoped he was enjoying the taste; her own private amusement before she looked back to the lioness, "What about you? Which of those categories do you fall into?" |
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| Angelica Dubois | Dec 26 2008, 06:44 PM Post #8 |
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As Angelica watched the crowd mull about the club she had to admit the other cat had a point. The pickings were pretty slim tonight. The first thought she had was that it was something to do with the new regime, but it could have just been a slow night. Angelica was seldom found in the same place twice in a row, so she hadn't really been in there before.'The crowd is a little dull tonight, yes.' she agreed finally, turning her head to look at Madeline. 'All the fun ones seem to be running scared or playing it safe, I think.' She was refering, of course to her fellow shifters and the vampires. The humans... well, they knew what they were risking by entering such an establishment - or they were very, very stupid. The vampire ratio was ever so slowly increasing, that she could tell easily enough was probably because of the fact she seemed to spend more time with them than she spent with her own kind. Not necessarily a healthy habit, she knew. It was all too clear to her sometimes that no matter how "indestructible" her body was, she was still a frail thing ultimately. She would die and those who she kept alive with her own life force would live on. Then again, Angelica wasn't sure she could stand being alive for an eternity... or even a few hundred years. Perhaps being mortal was more of a blessing than many were prone to believing. It was probably the only thing that made these games interesting to a lioness who had seen enough that it was beginning to take more major risks to keep herself entertained. Glancing at the newly present vampire beside Madeline briefly, as she considered the question. 'The hunt, perhaps.' she finally said after some consideration and turning back around in her chair to face the bar. 'Or habit. I visit a lot of these places, they can give you an idea of whose out and about and whose hiding.' The hunt wasn't the sort her beast desired. The chase was more tame when one had to keep people unharmed, and in the case of humans, unsuspecting. Sure they might guess what she was, but eventually they usually drank enough that they seemed to forget and she could play.. a little. 'Of course, I could be wrong but it seems a lot of those that like to hang out in these little holes don't want to get caught here if something happens.' |
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| Nathan Baxton | Dec 31 2008, 03:38 PM Post #9 |
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A soft laugh escaped the vampire moments after Magda downed some of her whiskey. You never really realized what you missed until long after the fact that it is gone. Grey eyes closed for a moment, savoring the simple taste of the whiskey. Another laugh and then his head tilted a little to take in the two women. ’I’d tell you that stuff will be the death of you, but we both know that won’t happen.’ He sat up straight then, eyes scanning the rest of the bar and its inhabitants. No one of note that he could tell, and only a handful were not human. It was still fairly early in the night however, perhaps more would show up? Nathan could only hope that would be the case. These lesser powers weren’t even worth the time of night to the vampire. True that that fact could change, but he somehow doubted it unless another vampire or two came in. Maybe even more lycanthropes. A few were here, including Magda and her new friend next to her. So with another resigned sigh, Nathan spun back around in his chair to be facing away from the others in the room, instead focusing his attention back onto the two women. He listened for a few moments to their conversation before shaking his head in a derisive snort. “Anyone who is anyone seems to have disappeared. The Council has vanished, rumors abound as to why. Control is just an illusory comfort at this point. I’m surprised people are here at all honestly.” |
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| Deleted User | Jan 2 2009, 01:47 PM Post #10 |
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((It sucks I know  ))The laughter from the vampire beside her did not go unnoticed. Of course ever since he had walked into the bar he had proven to be a distraction to Magda. Really she should have not been surprised that Nathan was there though she was more curious as to what he would do. Given how youthful he looked and that he could not imbibe alcohol, well it was pretty pointless for him to be there at least for what the bar had to offer. ’I’d tell you that stuff will be the death of you, but we both know that won’t happen.’ 'Hope you're enjoying it. Bottoms up.' Her reply had a snarky and yet playful edge to it as she took another drink of the hard whiskey. After all she was drinking for two in a way, as well as whenever she ate anything. Nathan probably had quiet the taste for red meat after spending all of these years with his servant, especially since the only vegetable that the woman ate willingly was potatoes. When the lioness began to speak once more, Magda resumed her focus on her. It seemed that Angelica also had a similiar mentality in that a bar was a perfect location to scope out who was about, "I see... anything in particular that you are hunting for?" A slender eyebrow was quirked in her direction while a hint of amusement shone in her dark brown eyes. However it was temporarily interrupted by Nathan as he snorted. Her eyes widened a fraction to hear him speak so blatantly though her features smoothed quickly enough to peer his direction. "People have to sate their needs after all." She said frankly, acting as if she did not know the vampire, "Then again we are just a bunch of nobodies after all and the Council well... who really cares." |
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| Angelica Dubois | Jan 5 2009, 08:44 AM Post #11 |
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As the cat next to her seemed to ponder.. something, as Angelica finished her vodka and accepted another from the bartender who was pretending he wasn't listening to their conversation. He probably had no motive, considering how closed most of the preternatural community had become he might have just been working out if his job was doomed or not or if his regulars would return to him and pay their tabs. The vampires laugh at seemingly nothing earned him a slightly raised eyebrow from the lioness as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. She was quickly enough distracted by another question that she didn't think much more on the vampire. The undead were, as a rule, strange anyway. What was it she was hunting for? 'I'd say entertainment.. but the pickings are awful slim for that. If I was looking for real entertainment... it's not the crappy vampire bars that are barely staying afloat that one goes too.' shapeshifters always ran move lively bars, no pun intended. She was just about to speak again, consider out loud why else she was found in a place such as this when, not quite too her surprise the vampire who had laughed not long before interrupted the conversation. 'I doubt they have disappeared, more... left the rest of the lambs for the slaughter instead of themselves.' Angelica had been keeping a close eye on the vampires ever since she arrived in France, and while the council was gone... well. There would always be a council as long as the vampires could still draw blood. 'If there's one thing you can count on vampires for, generally, it's their self preservation instincts, non?' she asked to man in a mildly amused tone of voice. 'As for control... well. There are those that would say it was only ever an illusionary comfort. It'll take more than this to keep me out of public, though.' Humans chasing the so-called monsters was bound to be problematic for the humans who crossed the ones that knew how to stand up for themselves. It wouldn't last, if lady luck had any love of the preternatural community at all. She listened to Madeline speak and nearly nodded. 'Nobodies, perhaps... but the top cannot stand without those below them.' |
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| Nathan Baxton | Jan 11 2009, 01:33 AM Post #12 |
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'You have no idea how much I enjoy the things you eat and drink. It's almost like a man dying of thirst suddenly being tossed into a refreshingly cool oasis of water. But it's more than that, everything you can smell suddenly made more vibrant by the taste, each complimenting the other.' "I suppose we do have a knack for self preservation, don't we. But then, a person should expect that from a vampire, since if you believe it, we're gambling our immortal souls for eternity on earth." Nathan glanced around the bar again, looking at the dozen or so patrons. Peons, all of them. "You know...you're right." Sliding off of the stool, Nathan turned to look at the two women once again, the silvery grey iris' of his eyes bleeding out to a dark crimson. One gloved hand lifted, the leather squeaking mildly in protest as that hand was clenched shut. Grinning slightly, he focused his gaze on the woman beside Magda. "We should do this place a favor. I'm sure they'd make more off of the insurance than they would by staying open." His hand took on a faint orangish-red glow until he opened his fist up, a ball of red-gold flame the size of a softball resting in his upturned palm, the flames dancing along his fingers as they swirled around the center. "What do you say, should we light the place up? I'm sure it would make the place a bit more lively." The vampire's grin grew wider, enough that his fangs were showing, which for Nathan, was a bit fo a rarity. He'd let the lioness decide the fate of the bar. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 11 2009, 07:49 AM Post #13 |
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'You have no idea how much I enjoy the things you eat and drink. It's almost like a man dying of thirst suddenly being tossed into a refreshingly cool oasis of water. But it's more than that, everything you can smell suddenly made more vibrant by the taste, each complimenting the other.' A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips as Nathan admitted his love affair with the things that Magda ate and drank. If perhaps she had more exquisite tastes she might have blown the vampire away, but she did so love her red meat. The thought of it now made her a tad hungry but she extinguished those thoughts for the here and now. Besides, it was not like she could have a big fat steak when she went home. Her attention returned to the blonde as she spoke in regards to them being nobodies. The lion was correct in that those of prestige would fall without the bottom to support them. It was no different from a food chain and in that she grinned, "Correct you are... the top of the chain need the bottom to feed upon." Of course it could have been taken many different ways with what Angelica said, naturally Magda took a predatory approach. When Nathan slid from the chair suddenly and moved around to face them, the jaguar spun about to face the vampire. She felt his power before the crimson leaked into his eyes but continued to watch with interest. Obviously he was up to something and when the flame leapt to life in his palm a sly look appeared on her face. "What do you say, should we light the place up? I'm sure it would make the place a bit more lively." Despite the fact that he was addressing Angelica and not herself, the sly look broaded into a partial grin that flashed a hint of her own feline fangs while looking to the woman, "Well? He's not known for his patience... not when it comes to playing with fire." |
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| Angelica Dubois | Jan 12 2009, 09:30 PM Post #14 |
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'I believe vampires have souls, oui.. but not that their very exsistance is to keep them out of damnation. Stories made up by scared people in religions that value fear over respect for their God or Gods.' she watched the vampire with faint curiosity. It was a conversation she'd had before - vampires are soulless? Vampire are damned? both she was sure were wrong, mostly... but then she did have more intimate knowledge of a variety of vampires than she was inclined to admit casually. Besides, if they were damned because something attacked them and changed the nature of their exsistance... she shuddered to think what a God might do to she who willingly lay down with them and spent innumerable hours amongst the undead. The vampires movement caught her attention quicker than his idle words had and she watched him with curious blue eyes, wondering just what it was he was up too. Angelica followed his movement, turning back around in her chair until she faced him. She missed his eyes changing colour - she wasn't too inclined too look into strange vampires eyes. Sometimes she wasn't inclined to look into familiar vampire eyes, it was far from anything personal. 'Insurance?' she questioned lightly before having her question answered for her only moments later. Fire. Pyrokinesis? There was no fear in her, even though she automatically put down the glass of very flammable liquid she had been holding. 'Oh. Well, that's new.' and it was, which was saying something coming from Angelica. She had heard all the stories, and seen some of them to be false and some be proven true but never had she imagined that vampires and fire would mix favorably outside of stories... well not unless you counted the aduer - but that wasn't literal fire. Though she was quite sure the people in the bar might not agree that this was favourable. Madeline's words caught her attention, even as she watched the vampires hand with an odd mix of curiosity, fascination and amusement. Apparently the shifter and the vampire knew each other, if her words where anything to go by. She simply raised an eyebrow at the woman before replying to the vampire. 'Shall I find the marshmallows, then?' the curious look turned into a grin. 'Haven't seen a bonfire in a while. Sounds fun.' |
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| Nathan Baxton | Jan 13 2009, 01:43 PM Post #15 |
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“Marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers if you would.” He could only wonder if this would piss the new Council off or not. Surely someone burning down one of the bars in their city that was run by vampires ought to get some attention, right? It wasn’t that he really wanted them to know he was there, but at the same time he couldn’t just sit around in the shadows and be ignored. He felt he was a force to reckon with, and with Magda beside him, nigh unstoppable if he chose. This, well, this would just be a tiny display of the destruction he could wreak if he so chose. ’It’s like playing with a tiny piece of life Magda, the fire is so like a living creature. It can be so unpredictable too….’ With a chuckle, and a protest from the vampire behind the bar, Nathan extended his hand towards the stacks of liquor lining the back shelf. The flames themselves were shrinking back from his fingers, concentrating into the flaming red ball. It hovered there in midair for a heartbeat and then shot out, impacting the flammable liquids and setting them aflame. The force of the explosion was enough to send the bottles not caught by the impact flying to the sides and on the floor, shattering as they hit and releasing their oh so flammable contents in every direction. Yet at the same time, as the air within the bar started to heat up as the flames grew more intense with each passing second, the air around the trio cooled off, dampening almost as the vampire pulled the moisture from the air to surround them, leaving them untouched by the flames. He was unfazed by the screams of the other people in the bar as the entire back wall behind the bar was set ablaze. “So, how long do you think until the authorities try to come and stop this?” His gaze went to Magda, knowing they wouldn’t be able to put out the flames until he stopped keeping them alive. |
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There was really no sense in hiding the fact that she knew the vampire, let alone was his servant and closest confidante. Not with the bar seconds away from turning into ash. The flame that danced in Nathanial's hand brought a smile to Magda's face, her dark eyes sliding easily between the fire and toward Angelica's face. Would the lioness run in fear? Would she care? Would she be a hero and try to help everyone else out of the bar? The jaguar was curious to see. "Oh. Well, that's new." "Quite." Magda said something, a hint of her English accent appearing in her words. It was not often that one saw a vampire wielding the very thing that would insure a permanent death. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation of what was to come; the woman no doubt had picked up on her Master's taste for destruction on top of her own feral tendancies, "Shall I find the marshmallows, then? Haven't seen a bonfire in a while. Sounds fun." Perhaps Magda could like this other female after all. ’It’s like playing with a tiny piece of life Magda, the fire is so like a living creature. It can be so unpredictable too….’ 'Let the show begin. Hate to disappoint our audience after all.' Her fangs appeared with the dark grin on her face as she heard the bartender cry out to stop, "Better run." She warned, "Or turn into a crispy critter." Only a few seconds passed before the liquor was igniting, the glass that contained the liquid exploding outward; creating a beautiful, glimmering spray of fire outward. The winter season did not help either; the air dry and thick. Perfect fuel. “So, how long do you think until the authorities try to come and stop this?” Tearing her gaze away from the destruction around them, though they remained untouched, she looked toward her Master with a smirk, "Depends on how much they give a damn. But I'd love to see them try." Tilting her head toward the blonde, her eyebrows rose slightly, "How is this for entertainment?" Shrill cries surrounded them as a few fledgling vampires got caught in the flames, their skin blackening before shriveling up like burnt paper. |
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