voodoo nights

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Azraeth
hadn't been back to the Voodo for a while, not really since Enzo had gone MIA, and he'd gotten busy with the university and with the Cryptozoological society. Of course. Now that the whole sexy professor gimmick he'd been trying to pull off had completely fallen through, it meant he had a little more free time. Free time and a need to blow off some steam. Every day, there was some sort of protest or march or rally calling for what seemed like worse and worse things to happen to vampires. And he kind of wanted to punch someone in the throat. Which just didn't seem like a terribly constructive thing to do. So the next best thing was to invade the Voodoo, drink some blood. Maybe he'd see Mortll. And so he wound up flopping into a seat, waiting for one of the dedicated servers to come get his order.

Oakley
couldn't remember the last time she had come to Voodoo - and even now, she couldn't remember why she was there. She... might have gotten lost. It may have been the only building that looked familiar as she stumbled her way inside, heel catching on the top step. It was a reminder of the first time she had come into the place, and within seconds, she was tumbling down the stairs. However, this time, she caught herself at the very end, and with the grace of a vampire, managed to straighten herself upright. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she moved to leave - only to spot Az in the corner. There was no way he hadn't witnessed that less than graceful entrance, and so she slowly - carefully - headed in his direction. One foot in front of the other, watch for chairs - dodge the waitress... or not.

Mortll
Work work work thats what Mortll did when Mortlls life went to hell ... She threw herself into her work. So now she had even bigger problems with the Greater human community. They were messing with her business So here she was at the Voodoo making calls and assuring that she would have fresh blood products to sell in the private club. The Club that was for Vampires and it seemed that It was still needed very much.

Quaid McCain
followed behind his sire, hanging back several paces as he spoke with one of the staff upstairs, mentioning that they might be there for a while, and that he might slide an extra $20 their way if they would keep an eye on his car. The young man didn't look more than Quaid's age, but to look at him, he seemed infinitely younger, the way his scrawny frame had yet to fill itself out, his freckled face still baring the scars of puberty's ravages. Though the smile on his face at the offer of the extra cash brought a new life to his eyes. Quaid returned a grin and turned to call after Oak to wait for him, just as she caught her heel on the groove of the masonry between the landing and the stairs, sending her small frame headlong into the darkness. He sighed, and slipped the young man $10, and gave a firm nod. "You get the rest when I leave with my car in one piece." He sighed, then, and turned to follow his sire's tumble down the stairs, only to just catch the impact between her and the smallest waitress he thought he'd ever seen.

Azraeth
glanced up when he heard some commotion coming from the stairs. His brow furrowed naturally, and he was greeted with the sight of Oakley at the bottom of the stairs, straightening herself up. He attempted to resist the need to smile slyly at the sight, but failed entirely. He was about to get up to greet her, maybe politely tap the waitress to bring them something ASAP. However, before he could even get to her, Oakley's reverse spider sense kicked in and she somehow managed to run right into one of the only other people in the room. Az's hand lifted to cover his lips though his shoulders trembling with held back laughter spoke volumes. "You know, I'm beginning to think you need to come with a warning label." He said to Oakley before he pushed a twenty into the waitress's hand so she wouldn't complain. Then he pulled Oakley into a hug.

Oakley
shot a glare at her mentor, eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as she brushed her hand through her hair. :: I'm cursed, and it's all your fault. :: Somehow it was his fault. She didn't know how, how could she? Yet, she blamed him. It was the best option she had. She would /never/ say she was the problem. Carefully winding her arm around him, she tried to ignore the throb in her backside as she glanced over her shoulder to Quaid, once again sticking her tongue out. :: He pushed me? ::

Quaid McCain
lifted a dark brow, arms folded over his chest as he watched her try and throw him under the bus. Even if she wasn't trying to speak with him, he knew her M.O. He knew the subtle look in her eye that told him that he was about to take the heat for something that he hadn't even done. That, though, he was used to by this point. It was almost expected by now. He lifted his hand and shoved back his hair with the inside of his wrist, letting the other arm dip into his pocket. "I can guarantee that whatever trouble she is trying to put me into, I had no hand in it, Az." He chuckled, and moved closer, to be a little more inclusive with his company. He let his eyes roam from him, to his sire, and back, and he offered a smile. "It's good to catch you here. Wasn't really expecting to bump into anyone."

Azraeth
lifted a brow slowly. It was his fault that she was cursed? He actually had a theory about why she was so clumsy, and it related almost entirely to her ample bosom and backside, and how they might have impacted her balance. Of course. He would never have actually said that to her, because mixed company and all. It was at that moment, he caught sight of Quaid joining them, and after the near debacle in the Caverns only a short time before, he was happy to see the man. "She says you pushed her." He confirmed, only to step back, one hand slipping into a jacket pocket as he motioned for the waitress (who was still checking the $20 to make sure it was real). "A bottle of some of your finest, if you would." He requested, before his attention returned to the pair. "I was expecting to find Mortll, but this is a bit of a happy accident. Staying out of trouble?" He asked of them.

Oakley
ran her tongue along her lower lip as she watched her partner saunter across the lobby as if he owned the place. He was a sight to behold, even if he was a pain in her *** most of the time. Arching her brow, she tucked a curl behind her ear and stepped from her mentor, hands pressing to her hips. :: You don't have to lie. He knows you pushed me. :: Her smile was as devious as it was taunting, and when Quaid finally made it to her side, she melted into him. Having not figured out how to speak to two at once, she gave a nod to Azraeth's question, though there was that familiar flicker in her eyes that bellied her lie. She was /always/ in trouble.

Quaid McCain
gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes, his head tipping to Oakley at his side as he gave Az a grin. "You know this one. I doubt she's ever seen the other side of trouble. Honestly, I think I might be more concerned if she'd found a way to actually stay out of trouble. Would probably require locking her in a padded room." He chuckled, and let an arm drape lazily around the soft frame of the woman at his side. The way her body melted into him made him unable to keep from smiling, and so he just let it happen. He shrugged a shoulder, then, and let a hand ruffle the woman's hair playfully. "As for me? I've steered clear of most of the mess I keep hearing about. Hunters and soldiers and cops all over the place? Yeah, no thanks. Not my cup of tea. I'll stick to the dark, quiet places and keep my nose where it belongs. In my own business." He grinned, and gave a quick glance around the room. "What about you? Found your way into anything interesting lately? Seems like most people can't take two steps without stepping in it."

Azraeth
knew almost immediately that Oakley was totally trying to pull the wool over his eyes, though he didn't call her out on it, if only because he figured she had it handled. And then he watched the pair of them as they got closer. The sight of it only served to deepen the grin on his lips and he gestured towards a proper seat, noticing that the waitress was drawing closer with some wine glasses and a bottle. "Yeah. I'm not about that 'getting shot trying to cross the street' life." He murmured. "As far as interesting things, I'm looking for work, have a few projects. Seeing a new guy." He shrugged. He liked to maintain a relatively low profile unless he absolutely had no choice in the matter. "Can I tempt you guys into a seat? Though I think maybe you should claim Quaid's lap, Oaks." You know. To avoid accidentally breaking anything.

Oakley
's smile disappeared as they began to speak of the trouble lurking just outside the door. It had left her uneasy every moment they walked out of the door. She was a magnet for a trouble, but her wariness wasn't for herself. Tipping her head back, she watched the shadows dance across Quaid's face and offered a quiet smile before motioning to the offered seat. She saw the look in Azraeth's eye, and even if he didn't speak the words aloud, she could see read it pretty clearly. With a huff, she waited for Quaid to seat - knowing that he was going to lift her the moment he had a chance.

Quaid McCain
nodded, and made the first move for the seat. He kept Oak at his side, his grasp firmly locked about her hips, to prevent her from tumbling into anything, or anyone else. As he moved to sit, he offered the other man a glance, expressing his interest in what he was saying as he did, in fact, pull Oakley onto his leg, settling her neatly across his thigh. Here, she was unlikely to make a scene. He let his arm drape around her again as he leaned back against the back of his seat, his dark eyes watching the other male. "I understand that. Staying out of anyone's focus is usually in the best interest of most of us." He turned his hand over, as if he were rewinding to a previous part of the conversation, picking up on a little piece he'd heard the man bring up casually. He smiled, and cant his head to one side. "So, who's the new man?"

Mortll
hung up the phone in a huff Well **** she was just going to have to call Amalea these guys were sharks and they smelled blood in the water litteraly Amalea had the in with her business and blood dolls IF Mortll needed to go there she would . She made a note to call the blood thief later. She came out of the Office to a small crowd of Dragomir a grin spread across her face " Well isnt this a plesant surprise Hello all good to see you out and about "

Tiamat
stepped from the staircase and entered the room. She wore a deep crimson corset top and black leather pants. Moving across the floor, she took a seat and glanced around. She pulled out her phone and began going though the information in it.

Doc
As Doc entered the basement from the stairway, he paused at the base of the stairs, and noted the crowd. He pondered turning about again. Instead of moving to his usual table, which had been usurped by persons unknown to him, he moved to the side and propped against the wall , and just as he was about to leave, his savior came down the stairs.

Amalea
Amalea quietly crept down the stairs into the basement, curious to see who was present before drawing attention to herself. She laughed quietly to herself, having known she would have been spotted at least by one. Grinning, she sauntered over to Doc, giving him a light peck on the cheek, "Evening. Surprised to see you here."

Doc
gave her a lopsided grin, "You are my savior.. I was about to scupper out of here.. but then as I spied you, moving as cautiously as myself only moments earlier. I resolved to stay by your side.. and use you shamelessly as shield should the need arise.. " He slid a look about the room and back to her, "Unless.. you .. " He lowered his voice, "Are meeting someone..?"

Amalea
Amalea laughed as she shook her head, "Well, ever since that open invitation, you never know who may be lurking down here. Scampering back out is far easier if you don't get all the way down." She gave him a look, "A shield, huh? From anyone in particular?" Her red tresses shook slightly in response to his quiet question, her own voice lowered to match, "I'm not. Depending on the occasion, I'd be inclined to meet another elsewhere. Walls having ears and all."

Doc
nodded, "As if you really had to ask, who is it we always run in to? At the most inopportune times?" Then in answer to her second comment her added, "I hate to presume.. no. I actually I enjoy presuming. But You and a few others, I make an exception. My gut said you would go elsewhere.. to.. but who knows.. Maybe Mortll got lucky.. ?" His voice still low, and seemingly sincere. "It could be she wore you down. Blackmailed you. Begged you. Or just flat out said.. 'once.. and I will leave you alone forever'." He paused, "Now I would have discounted all the previous, yet that last option.. that one could be tempting. Good to know I was wrong."

Oakley
shifted on his lap and turned to drape her arm over his shoulder, her eyes adjusting from where Azraeth had once sat to Mortll and back to Quaid. It was clear the small Dragomir hadn't a clue what had just happened or how long she had been out. Furrowing her brows, she brushed her lips against the corner of his before frowning. :: Where did he go? Did you chase him off again? ::

Quaid McCain
laughed, his hand brushing idly through her hair as Oakley began to stir against his shoulder. He kissed her brow and shook his head. "No, dear. No. I didn't do any such thing. He had someplace to be, I suppose." He lifted his hand to the side, brushing her hair from her face as he smiled at her. "You want to head home? You seem awfully tired tonight. I can only guess last night was tougher on you than you thought, hm?"

Oakley
lifted a hand to brush it over her face, fingers pressing into her eyes for a moment before she shook her head. :: I suppose he did. :: Her mind was a mess, words and thoughts all twisting together, causing her voice within his head to seem faded. Making to move from his lap, she barely made it an inch before she was falling, arms windmilling frantically as she searched for his arm to hold onto.

Quaid McCain
laughed as he caught her, and moved to stand with her, his arm sliding around her middle. He held her steady, and jutted his head toward the stairs. "Alright, I know standing is hard for you, so how about from now on we just assume you're supposed to just lean on me wherever we go, okay?" he chuckled, and kissed at her cheek as he took her hand, and tugged her gently, making sure to keep his grip tight around her waist, keeping her on her feet and her face as far from the floor as he could manage.

Tiamat
cast her eyes to the movement before turning her attention back to her phone which started ringing. "Joseph." Yes. warm it to Thirty seven point 5." "I bought you bite gear, I fail to see the issue." "Also, I need you back in the usual shopping area afterwards."

Amalea
The red-head resisted the urge to bang her head against the wall; he was correct - she should have known. "Fair enough," she shook her head, "instincts do tend to usually be accurate." She had to smile as she listened to his thought-out rationale. The last option would be tempting, if not for what the woman sought. She sighed lightly, replying quietly, "Her interest isn't in a romantic relationship, but something much more .... permanent."

Doc
Doc frowned ever so slightly, and then as realization dawned, he nodded. He recalled the conversation they had earlier. "Ah Yes. Right." He wanted to tell her, to be cautious, to think it over.. but he didn't want to beat the subject into the ground. So he left the subject untouched apart from the the three syllables; and he changed the subject. "So.. " Giving her a knowing quizzical look. "Do you honestly think me doomed?" He held up a finger, to stop her from replying too quickly in the negative, "I need to know.. "

Amalea
Amalea saw the recognition dawn, grateful she wasn't going to have to explain the comment. There had been an earlier conversation on the subject and her thoughts hadn't changed since; she honestly couldn't see them changing anytime soon. The red-head had to laugh at his question, she couldn't help it. "No, not at all. I forgot that line was even in that version." She shook her head in quiet amusement, "I think you make a lovely, balanced pair, honestly."

Doc
Doc looked a tiny bit relieved. "I am relieved. I like her. She's feisty and unpredictable. She threw things at me." He grinned. "Ms. Prim and Proper, tossing sharp objects in a fit of pique." he smiled. "Good times.."

Amalea
"I like her too. She's a great conversationalist." She paused, giving him a smile, "She

Amalea
's been very good for you." Laughing softly, she shook her head, softly adding. "You forgot snogging in the corner."

Mordechai
Mordechai stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, tiring of the steady pace quartering the sunken cathederal to light the worlds load of vermin. He had not seen the woman that liked Doc in a few days. He tried keeping her safe, but knew of at least one time he had faiiled her. Sunken Cathedral Basementengenance would be served on that dish, of that there was no doubt. Strangely, ihe seemed to feel an almost personal touch to the pang of uneasyness at her abscence. Perhaps she was at Voodoo, the killer knew she often met Doc there with his other friends. A single shake of his head signified descion made, and with a puff of wind he disappeared, reappearing in the Voodoo basement moments later...

Amalea
The killer was hard to miss given his sheer size, she smiled and waved, "Evening Mord."

Tiamat
tapped her fingers on her table as she listened to her thrall on the end of the phone. "Joseph, it's not that difficult. Just...take care of it."

Mordechai
Glancing about the massive killer appraised the occupents of small space. Most were the same that normally gathered here for meetings and such. Nodding towards the human that greeted him, a low growl slipped from his lips as he bowed his head to her, "Lea"

Amalea
"How are thee this evening?" She questioned as she slid into an open seat, relinquishing her spot along the wall. People had begun to drop like flies it had seemed. She was familiar enough with the remaining patrons to relax slightly.

Mordechai
Turning to face her he moved closer, subconsciously letting his shoulders slope, trying to appear less threatening. In general crowds parted, and police fired with no provocation before the stare of the 7'8'' densly muscled killer. Tipping his ever present stetson, he forced a smile, though it didnt reach his eyes. "The woman, the one that watches Doc. I cannot find her. I fear for her safety. She is a ferocious fighter, but she was recently attacked." One grizzly sized paw scrubbed vigourously at the stubble of his chin as with chagrine he realized there was actual personal involvement in his fear... "I need to know she is safe. "

Amalea
In times past, the red-head would have found the killer's size and demeanor threatening, but she had come to know the man well enough that she was comfortable around him. That was until weapons came into play, there she was bit intimidated. She frowned a moment at his statement, before the lightbulb went off, "Ariadne?" Fairly certain that was the woman in question, she shook her head lightly, "I have not seen her wander the Cathedral since the day before last."

Mordechai
"Yes, Ms Ari. I am searching, both for her, and for the one known as Vadasz . He owes me one more power. with it I will be almost complete. With it, I can find her. If I cannot find her, I cannot keep her safe." His voice grew lower as is visage visible darkened. The humans. The humans that did this too her shall pay. Both them and the traitors that hid with them, torturing our brothers and sisters. There will be a payment exacted....Payment in full."\

Amalea
Amalea nodded quietly, "If I see either, I would be more than happy to let you know. I sometimes run into the wraith guides that you all seek and have no issue sharing such information. She paused as he continued, silently glad that she either wasn't part of the humans he sought or he had forgotten that she was indeed human. Either way, she had little pity for any who pissed the male off, "What have they done to her?"

Mordechai
"They made her bleed" A visible shudder ran through the killers frame as his eyes surveiled the room once more. "Those that made a 'cure', those that tortured for 'science'. They dared to harm her. They speak of peace. They speak of unity. They torture innocents. Humans never learn, they repeat over and over. They have brought us full circle, it is once more 1478, and Ferdinand II of Aragon sits in Ottawa." Laser like focus drew his eyes to her, "Do not feel safe, because you bleed red, there is a stake with your name on it, your epitaph reads witch." Once more he looked around mumbling, "I have to find her before they do." Lips moved, but no sound came out as he thought to himself "If they harm her, if she bleeds... I will rain a hell upon them such as they have never seen"

Amalea
"Oh..." There really wasn't much more that the red-head could say. It wasn't hard to see that the woman was important to him and under his protection. While she had nothing against the creation of a cure, the methods and potential uses of it were suspect. The only ones, in her mind, that should have a say in its use should be the vampire community. However, she was wise enough to keep her opinions to herself wasn't about to spare much pity for that group of humans. An eyebrow raised as he spoke of feeling safe and of her being a witch; it wasn't the first time the term had been applied to her and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. Technically, it was true given her 'religion' but he knew nothing of that. It was the implied threat that caused her pause. "I believe you will. You are better equipped to track than they are, I believe."




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This thread was submitted via a live roleplay chat in the Voodoo Cybercafe Basement area. Participants and rewards were: Azraeth earned 936 RPP. Oakley earned 938 RPP. Mortll earned 251 RPP. Quaid McCain earned 1369 RPP. Tiamat earned 176 RPP. Doc earned 579 RPP. Amalea earned 1055 RPP. Mordechai earned 774 RPP.