Raiha

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][LIST] [*] ? Dishes: Rinse them, load properly in the dishwasher, and run if full. ? Cooking: If you have excess food, put it away in plastic bags, or other dishes. All larger pots cannot be run in the dishwasher and should be washed soon after. Everyone is responsible for his or her own food and the fridge needs to be cleaned once a week, with excess food tossed to make room for new groceries. ? Timely payment for utilities: I will always tell you as soon as we get a utility bill so you have time to pay it. I will also split it three ways and if you want to review the bill, let me know. I?ll get you a copy. ? Vacuuming: Once a week downstairs. ? Mopping: Once a week in the kitchen. ? Trash: Every time it gets full. ? Laundry: Clean the lint tray in the dryer after every use and remove your clothes in a timely manner. ? Guests: You can have someone spend the night for one to two days. ? Parties: The Home Owner?s Association for Silver Ridge Town Homes does not allow loud parties, but having a few friends over for a quiet kickback is just fine. ? Quiet time at night: Weekdays; quiet after 11:00 p.m. Weekends; quiet after Midnight. ? Please take off your shoes downstairs and put them in your room. Try to keep your shoes downstairs to one pair at a time. ? Mopping, Vacuuming, and Trash: pick one to do every week, or we can rotate responsibilities. [/LIST] [center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center] Dear god. I completely forgot about the doors and windows. But I think I have everything else. That and half of these are in our contract anyway, which my room mate conveniently forgot up to this point. I should probably add that because I live in the San Bernardino ghetto of California. Behold why I do not go out at night. I have my own bathroom to be honest, so I don't give a crap how the other bathroom looks. That's something my room mate now and the new one will have to hammer out for themselves.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]So here's a little backstory. I live in a townhouse with one other international German student. She had two people over which I didn't figure out until they had moved into the third bedroom between us. Now my landlady has called me, she found out, she's moving a third tenant into the third room, and elevated me to a position of managing the house and the tenants for her. That and all utilities were in my name anyway. But it's clear I'll need a few rules for the house. So far I only have compiled a list of things like a need for: Mopping. Vacuuming. Dishwashing. Taking off shoes when entering house. I'm Chinese people, it's like law. Turning off lights when not in use. So ideas? How should I write up a fair list so my two room mates understand in no uncertain terms that the house needs to stay clean and neat?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Sadly I agree with both of you. Graph of the Heart was linked to a college assignment for one of my Writing classes, and since it concerned time travel, I had to get a little loopy, but eh. That's what I get for writing at 4 in the morning. But as far as Meteo City goes, yes it'd be in the same universe, just years before the hybrids were created. Fortunately my friend was kind enough to supply me with further plot. I quote him here for your convenience and edification. [i][QUOTE]How about a story line where each section of the metropolis (and following, all cities across the country) have split into mini-countries, following a national civil war of sorts - you would have factions including what's left of the original us of a, trying to get back it's territory and power; along with so many mini-countries split up along ethnic, religious, or idealistic lines -- chinese, german, white anglo saxxon suburbian soccer moms, neo-cons, anarchists, hispanics, catholics, muslims, etc - so many, so small and fragmented, it's almost like walking into a food court at the mall and choosing which citizenship you want. Each with their own military / police force, laws, gangs, and so forth. Depending on the history you're working with, it might be something that happens not too far from now, thus nothing is hard set in tradition or certainty yet - and may not be permanent, either, since I'm guessing the future version of the city isn't split up anymore.[/i][/QUOTE][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]So I'm working late at night several months in a row and then ideas for RPGs start flying around me like so many moths to a flame. I give you two choices. And then questions. Which would you rather play as an rpg? Which needs more work? Do you have ideas for plots? Help me here. Save me from my own crushing inability to choose. [center]Graph Of The Heart [/center] [i]Once upon a time, there was an alchemist. A powerful alchemist. The kind who studied human hearts. The type that didn’t bother messing around with potions to make gold, or stones to grant eternal life. Oh no. This alchemist wanted to understand the intricacies of the human heart. Once upon a time, there was a mathematician. A lonely mathematician. The kind who studied magical theories and properties of the soul. The type that didn’t bother with the exciting theories of the age. Oh no. This mathematician wanted to understand the very core of the human being. In time, the alchemist and mathematician found each other and began to collaborate on their studies of heart and soul. Years passed, and the two became older, but not much wiser. Dissection of human bodies, walls of computations and errors filled the building they occupied. Scrolls of studies and notes on the human being. If you put all of the ink they had used up on parchment into one vat, you could’ve drowned a cow. But they were no closer to understanding what made a heart a heart and a soul a soul, than they were in being able to graph the human heart. Their work remained for the most part a secret, although if word had gotten out, religious figures and philosophers alike would’ve condemned their activities. Eventually, both gave up their fruitless studies and retired in relative solitude. The alchemist went home to his family and they received him with a grudging responsibility. The mathematician, socially inept and bereft of family stayed in the mansion that had been his home for what felt like centuries, and wasted away without friend or any form of comfort until his timely death. The year was 1000 A.D., at the heart of the Middle Ages. Over a hundred years later, the mansion was discovered by a particularly curious prince on the typical quest and his overbearing manservant. Perplexed by the writings he discovered, and the large amount of skeletons in the basements, he began to read the texts, and ended up spending the rest of his lifetime adding to their research. His manservant was not amused, but the kingdom he had originated from certainly didn’t miss him. He too died, and his bones laid in the bed where he had come to his end. Another fifty years and the mansion was discovered yet again by another curious adventurer, but this one had brought along his best friend. The two discovered, again, the writing and murals and the bodies and the death. But instead of seeking to further the research, they simply studied their discoveries. “You realize that what we’re reading is almost total sacrilege.” “Oh absolutely, but this makes it fun and forbidden at the same time. I think it adds a little flavor, don’t you?” The two finished the codices, the encyclopedias, and innumerable scrolls in a timely fashion, then returned to their homes, thirst for adventure quelled. Once life had settled down to the dull and everyday, one of the two said to the other, “We should go back and catalogue their writing.” “Are you completely insane?” “No, seriously! Who knows what we could find!” “......I won’t do it.” Several weeks later the two were back. [strike]While one friend began to take stock of the enormous volumes of work, arranging them into some semblance of sense, the other began to draw the outline they’d need to organize everything. As he drew, patterns began to form between the lines of both biology and psychology. In more archaic terms, the lines of blood and soul began to form a more cohesive whole. Sensing an end in sight, and a final answer, the two friends threw themselves completely into their work, much as the others who had come before them had. And as the final line was connected, the final pen-stroke completed, things began to come together. Unconsciously, the two had created something that all mankind would’ve given their souls to posses. The two had drawn a complete magic circle, glyphs, their minds inhabited by both their own thirst for knowledge and sheer psychic burden to find the truth impressed on them by the ghosts of previous scholars now departed. It was odd to be sure, and unwittingly, the two men went forward, touching the circle at the same time. Both were pulled through to another world. And it is in this world now that the two find themselves.[/i][/strike] [center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [i]Meteo City: Low Tide Of The Night[/center] Year: 2027 The State of Things: There's no one world government as of yet, huge urban cities have sprung up to replace suburban sprawl with the advent of desalination plants capable of converting salt water into fresh for relatively low costs. Global warming, as it appears, was a big hoax, but be that as it may, the earth seems substantially cleaner than it once was. Even so, with all the technological advances of the new century, the cities remain a mix of both good and bad. The nightlife is great if you know where to go, but if you stray down the wrong alley, you’ve opened yourself up to the dark hearts of mankind. These are the things that will never be expelled from society. Things that can never be fully taken away no matter how comfortable people’s lives grow. There’s several areas and several cities of mention, but there’s one that’s worth taking notice of above all else. Meteo city. The city of high rises, dark alleys, elites, rabble, proletariats, plebeians, angels, and demons. Once upon the far distant future, events would take place that would change the course of both the city’s heart and the evolution of humanity. But this is not that time. This is present for some, past for others. Either way you should find people to stand with you in this place. It’s a good time to have friends. Do you have them? Did you bring them with you? In this story you’ll be on a search to survive the city’s life while making rent and enjoying the pleasant distractions of the night. Strip clubs, bars, joints, casinos, peep shows, all of them reach out to get you. But you won’t be safe going it alone. Find a partner to sign up with you, or make your partner known when you do sign up. It’s necessary for your survival, but there is safety in numbers, and more than two that is. Stories will generally be left to the imagination of the couples that sign up together. Eventually, should other couples meet, the story line will change from two posting together to four or perhaps even six, depending on who we get. And note that your occupation, once you’ve signed up can be wildly varied. Mobster, dancer, DJ, performing artist, teacher, philosopher, movie critic, homeless guy, crack head, be creative. Just make sure you’re not going to be completely at odds with whomever you sign up with.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well as far as things go, I'm comfortable taking care of the long range navigation, since sleep is less important for Elans. That and it'd be nice to be the ship's AI, or at least to take care of the major things, like ship announcements. I always wanted to say "All systems Green."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well as far as the suspension would go, if the ship is capable of intergalactic travel/interstellar etc, for long distances, she might want to go into suspended animation herself. But then again, it could also just be used for concentrated sorts of things. I.E. her need to focus completely when the ship is under attack, but I'm not sure what those scenarios would be. But anyway, I figure she'd have a very high ability to interface with the computer in a Star Trek sort of way but having a deep desire to never torture myself with Evangelion, I'm afraid I don't get the reference.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Theoretically, my character could be the mind of the ship, but that might be too much. Either way I'd like to explain her picture a little further. Depending on what YawnBoy thinks, I personally like the idea of her suspended in liquid while she navigates. That and her personality among other things, is highly corruptible. If her commanding officer, or who she thought was her commanding officer, told her to massacre a village of babies, she would. Poor soul. That and is Lilt's picture really that kosher? Is naked allowed on OB picture wise? That and she sure doesn't look 14 to me.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I'm not sure how closely you looked at the main forum page, but the Anime Lounge... Would've been a good place for this.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Name: E.L.A.N.S. Experimental Linear Alternative Navigation System Race: Genetically Enhanced/Altered Human Gender: Female Age: 21 Physical Description: see attachment. Asian extraction, pale skin, never exposed to natural light. Beautiful beyond reason for any product governmental experiment, small, slight, etc. Personality: Elans is a product of the government. She has very little personality because it is not required for her job. She directs the ship, she takes orders from whomever has been programed into her system as a superior officer. It's a given that she will obey her leaders without question, but as such she is easy to manipulate. Perhaps she's gone beyond human needs of flesh, but that's still an open question. Occupation: Long Range Navigational Control, Ship Computer Backstory & Abilities: Obviously of Asian extraction, Elans was once a simple human girl, before she was discovered to have an immensely capable immune system, capable of withstanding great strain before breaking down and succumbing to illness. Hence, she was used for experimentation by the government and groomed to become the navigation system integrated with the ships being produced at the time. Now she's achieved almost complete interface with the Polyphemus and is invaluable for the crew. Responsible for ship-wide control and announcements but not entirely capable of swift movements during dogfights while her mind is connected to the ship's AI.. Programed by the government, when she's not synched to the ship, directing its movements, she is a formidable melee opponent, strong, fast, enhanced in every way. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Seeing as how you're no longer welcome in this RPG, I'm reporting you to the appropriate mods, as well as requesting politely that you leave. The politeness is for Sandy's sake, not because you happen to have done anything to deserve it. Get out now while there's still time.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Meanwhile, back in the adult world. I'd like people to remember to post down here for the death contracts they've taken. Also the whole idea of Concepts, I refuse to say concepts of Concepts... Please remember to post those as well, and if someone wants to hash together a list of new teams, let me know.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]With a delicate movement, the sylph was no longer standing by the window, but instead hovering over Rel's face, her lips parted slightly, one hand on his cheek. Her hair drifted down over her chest, the dark black of her tresses illuminating the pearly opalescence of her skin. Her voice seemed to cover his senses like a warm blanket, making his worries about the next day drift off into the realm of total unimportance. If he'd known she was ensorcelling him with simply the proximity of his presence to her, perhaps he would've been less quick to give into her charms, but on the plus side.... ...he was definitely not going to sleep alone on the floor.[/i] "Don't even think about it tonight. I'll take good care of you." "Er...you will?" "You are mine after all." [i]The way she uttered the word [b]mine[/b] seemed to both imply total possession of his being as well as serve him with a reminder that the longer he spent time near her, giving up his own will in exchange for hers, the less freedom he would have to get away from her when their job for the Seer was complete. But now, as Rel reflected, as Mreelsa slowly unlaced his pants, that wouldn't be so awful after all. It wasn't like she was beating him or tying him to the bedposts after all. Rather, that thing she was doing with her tongue was really distracting.[/i] "Oohhh, I think he likes it." [i]Meelsa looked up, smiling at him from the vicinity of his waist. Her eyes flickered with a glaze of pure passion, and he was about to open his mouth when he realized that hers was on his, and any speaking would've utterly ruined what she was doing to him now.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Oh man. There are just so many things to address in that post of yours. Let's start with the reasons why you were cut out of the rpg. You can't write. You can't post. You couldn't get past maybe four lines total for an entry into an rpg that I expect to have at least two paragraphs. Your writing sucked. If the rpg was boring to your feeble mind, perhaps it's because you didn't actually advance the plot, you just wrote the way I'd expect any 13 year old to. Scratch that. I'd expect it from a 13 year old with autism and Down's Syndrome. And if I'd known you'd throw a hissy fit and be a poor loser, I would've taken your character's death contract myself, but for the record, I gave it to Andrew. He determined your death, not me. I didn't say: "Oh by the way Andrew, go kill her with lots of sex." So that nullifies your argument right there. But back to your last point, which made me literally laugh out loud. I will NEVER be joining one of your rpgs. If you could even call it that. But to be honest, calling whatever nonsense you could spew from your brain an rpg would be an injustice to the very IDEA of rpg. You're six. Go home and cry to your mother.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]The unlikely pair stepped down the hall, the satyr bowing to them and dashing off with a bob and twitch. Mreelsa shook her head. It was like everyone around her was getting exponentially shorter, although to be fair...Rel Nerom hadn't shrunk any. On that happy note, she kicked open the door the page had indicated to be theirs and found one large bed, a heavy woolen carpet, and a variety of tables and chairs that made the sylph wonder what the other rooms looked like. Instead of standing and gawking about, unlike the thief, she stepped right in. Rel continued to look down the hall, his gaze mildly unfocused, when he felt a firm grip on his collar and felt himself jerked bodily into the bedroom, his feet leaving the ground. She released him just before he overbalanced and expertly pushed him towards the bed. He sat, nerves tingling from his sudden reintroduction to gravity. Mreelsa leaned forward and kissed his cheek, then strode towards the window, throwing it wide open to reveal a view of the docks and main street below.[/i] "Tomorrow morning we're going to go to that Seer and get information?" "Of course, if we can find Nazani before that. But I'll imagine she won't want to be bothered until later. Killing demons is hard work." "Won't he have no Cymantics by morning though anyway?" [i]Mreelsa turned and smiled at him, undoing the thong that held her mane of hair at the nape of her neck.[/i] "Course not, but that doesn't mean he can't still use a pointy object to end her." "So battle, then the Seer." "If we're especially lucky." [i]As she said that, she unsheathed her longblade from her hip, undid the belt and scabbard, ripped off her shirt, and threw of the above to the floor.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Proof reading is for amateurs...... ......you have no idea how much that made me giggle. On the other hand it's also entirely possible that I'm REALLY high so I guess we'll see. Anyway I'll be gone this weekend as usual, but given the one post a day or so rate that everyone's settled into either by laziness or by virtue of school....I'll manage. I see no problem with people posting like mad, just so you all know.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Just when I thought I had things figured out... Oh well. This is an exhortation for you all to post the deaths of your contracted characters quickly as possible and then start quests. I'll take any suggestions for team reorganization giving the current catastrophic death toll. HAH.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Notice Of Annihilation[/i] The next person to go due to inactivity is Revolver. The second death warrant is being issued now. Whoever would like to post his appearance and untimely death can post now.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Cymantic would've been a LOT more flashy, but random freak accidents do happen all the time around general practitioners. Oh yes, I'd like you to know everyone that the main villain in this story isn't going to be a person so much as it is a Concept. The Concept specifically of the sheer bludgeoning force of Stupidity. This usually manifests in bad dialogue, idiot plans, and ridiculous sex. For the record, each of your characters should manifest one or more of the Concepts that exist in reality. For example, Werewolves have the patron concept of War and Death, Dragons the concept of Life and so on and so forth. In my case, Mreelsa's patron concepts are those of Air and Light. Thus, her manipulation of both with relative ease. Enjoy![/FONT][/COLOR] [center]~~~~~~~~~~[/center] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]This is a notice of the death of your character in the RPG 'In Which Stuff Happens.' Due to your lack of ability to emulate the good writing of other characters in the story, as well as your lackluster and non Cymantics posting, your character is hereby terminated. This isn't because I hate you, it's simply because your character does not blend in properly to the over arching themes and story lines. Have a nice day. [center]~~~~~~~~~~[/center] So now I am putting out a job offer for one of you fine survivors to mutilate and massacre this next character to go. Tetra of Sound. Her post was appalling as we all know, and thus the punishment is DEATH. Whoever wants the hit can post here to claim it.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]While Raiha's body might have cooled down from a temperature so high it had to be counted in Kelvins, the fire in her heart raged and roared and would not be tamed. Her eyes had almost returned to a normal shape and color, that is to say, opaque, but that was where her semblance of sanity ended. Her fingers were flexing and curling automatically, as if they still remembered being claws, and Vicky was standing near with a balled fist, ready to knock her across the floor if she snapped again. Given the current state of her body, it was a marvel she was still standing. Regardless of what you might have heard about Saiya-jin births, they were hardly a cakewalk, even for the more seasoned among their kind. For a half Siyanan, a race that regularly had women perish in childbirth due to a multitude of complications... ...it was a freaking miracle. When she spoke to the assembled, her voice was barely over a whisper, but for some reason nobody had any difficulty hearing the words slipping over her tongue.[/i] "...I'll kill anyone who stands against me." "And I will be there to fight with you." [i]Vicky clasped her hand briefly, steadying it from its constant twitching. Raiha's eyes flickered once more and returned to normal. But even as she spoke, only Neil and Will noticed that her mouth was full of fangs, not the normal teeth she usually showed when she talked. A feral mixture of fangs, incisors, and wickedly pointed molars, it was surprising she managed to speak coherently in the first place. Nobody contested the women. It was about as intelligent as making a rape joke in front of Neil's mother. Or stealing a Saiya-jin warrior's children. Oh yeah, someone was going to burn. For an eternity.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Mreelsa smiled prettily and leaned over to nibble on Rel's ear, noticing his jump and shiver with some amusement.[/i] "Aren't you the clever little one. But only an idiot visits a Seer after dark. Especially this one." "Isn't this the one that tried to evaporate the lake last year...?" [i]Nazani's brow furrowed as she tried in vain to remember the last exploits of Krell the Seer. He was a little loony to be sure, definitely nuttier than Sven the Sometimes Seer of Bassackards. ......best not to push things though. Either way, Mreelsa took another pull at her tankard and turned to look over her shoulder and glare at the emotion feeding vampire. The demon that had recently taken up residence in the inn earlier was staring at the motley assortment of magical and moral beings with a vague sort of interest. But it wasn't like she could fault him. Places like this must be boring when compared to the spirit realm. Oh yeah, boring as hell. What with fornicating cat creatures, embarrassing vampires, and busty little sidhe waitresses. How could they even compare? Mreelsa turned and signaled the nearest pageboy, the kind that began to appear once the guests staying for the night slowed down their drinking. The little satyr tripped up to her table and made a courtly sort of bow for a 10 year old.[/i] "Have our rooms been made up for the night?" "Oh yes Miss. I can take you there now if you like. Is, er, your property going to share a room?" "Wait a minute-" [i]Mreelsa cut off his protests with a short wave of her hand and gave him a mildly fanged smile. The look in her eyes could've only been described as wicked, because to be sure, her intentions were definitely not innocent. As far as Nazani went, she could see the gates of hell opening in the amber eyes of her apparently cousin sylph.[/i] "Oh yes, I do hope you made the bed for two. It'd make the sex a tiny bit awkward if it wasn't so."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Aceburner']Yeah, okay. I'm kinda into conspiracy theories. I was kinda joking around, although I DO find it interesting that bonesmen tend to hire other bonesmen more often than not.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"] Well come on, it's like any fraternity. Frat boys rub the backs of other frat boys. ......alright so that sounded a little too gay for the metaphor, but the point is that secret society or not, there's no 'interesting' and fascinating little dark secret behind it. People will hire people they know, people involved in the same activities and societies they are in. Fact of life. It doesn't matter what the organization is, it works like that with the Freemasons for Chrissake. Oh yeah, and for the record, campus police ARE real cops. And by campus I mean college. Those officers on your high school campus aren't.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]If police are going to remove someone from an event, they do not have to charge him with anything, place him under arrest, or announce their intentions, just incase you were all curious. He used his time filibustering non issues that Kerry hadn't even talked about. Furthermore, he wasn't tasered in the method you saw in Batman Begins. If he really was, he wouldn't have been able to struggle, much less move his mouth. He would've been as limp as a dead fish and twice as squishy. Don't get me wrong, I'm not wild about police in general, but if he was being obnoxious and screaming in an effort to disrupt an event, regardless of who was speaking, he probably had it coming. I mean honestly. Bullying your way to the front of the line and grabbing the mike? The guy was hamming it up and putting it all out as an act to get attention. If you'd like, you can run a search for his home page which details events that he's disrupted before. I.E. when he gave away the ending at a Harry Potter movie. What kind of moron does that? Attention hookers. That's who. Oh yeah, and for all you conspiracy darlings, there is nothing about Skull and Bones that remotely pertains to this little soiree. I mean honestly, NOTHING to do with it. And if the police hadn't jumped in the audience would've gone up to lynch him themselves. Don't resist arrest people. That's stupid. If you look close, the guy's thrashing around like he's being cut up with butterfly knives. Don't do that. It's completely idiotic.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Like Shy, whose house I am over at now, will edit later when topic shifts back to the topic of sex and not the moral questions surrounding it. Oh yeah, don't anticipate a return for the next three hours. It's Monday after all.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]"I?" [i]With all the grace of any White Witch or Sidhe, Mreelsa placed a hand across her chest, wrist turned towards her shoulder, fingers spread outwards and splayed so the sharpened points of her nails were extended. She flashed everyone present a dazzling smile.[/i] "I am Mreelsa Kreyemuleté, descendant of Queen Mab, and penultimate daughter of the Autumn Knight." [i]More than a few people present twitched. Kreyemuleté's line was hardly secretive, even if most of them did the noble sorcerer or crusading paladin schtick. The Autumn Knight, Sir Kreyemuleté himself was a mean, yet cool mortal man, having taught her daughter more than enough sorcery and swordplay to make her into a living weapon. He'd found himself a sylph of the storms of Oncoming Winter to trick into a night of wild and frivolous debauchery and thus, Mreelsa was produced. If she'd been male, she would've been another Attila, serving the Autumn Court of the Sidhe Queens under their benefactor and leader, Mab of Air and Darkness. But either way, it was interesting that she seemed so human and so cuddly and interested in the doings of mortals. Definitely seemed more human anyway than the demons that had recently appeared in the vicinity. She helped her new partner, read slave, up from the floor, and dusted him off with a free hand. [/i] "And it's only an act if I'm not turned on." "Hear hear!" [i]The vampire across the way saluted Mreelsa and Rel Nerom with his tankard only to get a view of one of Mreelsa's middle fingers splayed across her right nipple. He chuckled into his mead and made some whispered comment to the demon sitting across from him.[/i] "Anyway Nazani, we should get going to that Seer. He told me to get you and Rel both. But if I can subjugate this cute mortal into my hands at the same time, our job just gets that much easier. Right cutie?" [i]She trailed a long finger under his throat, scritching the stubble that was making a late night appearance there.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Melstreth removed her hand from her neck, and let a certain amount of blood trickle down her throat, staining her shirt, pooling around her pierced navel. With a sigh, she stood and locked the door behind the serial killer she'd been entertained with so amicably. Instead of growing heated with rage at his casual dismissal of her reasons for doing what she did, and his shallow psychological evaluation, she smiled. Shedding her clothes in a pile as she swayed towards the shower, she turned the water on and held herself under water that slowly grew from cold to hot.[/i] "Even if I did want him more now than I did before.. ....god knows what could happen with that. We could very well end up killing each other." [i]Steam obscured the walls and mirrors of her bathroom, one hand applying gentle pressure to the side of her neck even as it began to scab over and itch with its healing. Eventually she reduced herself to scrubbing away the blood with antibacterial soap, the kind that makes your eyes water and your mouth turn inside out when tasted. An hour later, when the hot water had become cold again, and she had tied a light bandage around her neck, she stood in front of a fogged up mirror, dragging a brush through her tresses.[/i] "And it's not like I became this way because of daddy. I don't even have parents. .....less Freudian already. Maybe I'm being too defensive. Perhaps I need more perspective. God knows he does. Serial killers are all the same." [i]"And not even he could say no to the initial tasting. .....Stars. I adore mortals." She laughed to herself in a muted chuckle, even as the movement and vibration of her voice strained lightly against the bandage at her throat. With a light shrug, she returned to her bed and stripped off the bottom sheet, and the comforter, the pillows the only thing that had emerged from the experience unscathed. She replaced them all from her ample supply of linens in the closet, then ran the washing machine while she flicked through the channels on the TV. She was only half interested in the riot today with the outcries from the public, the media, the government. It wasn't like they'd ever claim her. She knew well the government. More interested in snorting crack then taking responsibility for anything.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]