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Post by MissTris on Oct 9, 2010 15:41:47 GMT -5
Her eyes flickered purple from their bright yellow with blue speckles, it was an obvious flicker change, but back to normal in a moment. All five short feet of the Dracor, 5'4 with her pointed ears stands up strait now, looking if anything amused, the way she's holding herself now, as opposed to prior is more assured, defiant even. She looks at Blitz, perhaps the doll lady would be able to see the two parts in her, a mish-mash. Turning back to both sharks she smiles, all toothy and sharp "I'm Aime, and I could use one specialty drink before I head home. The scent of blood is strong." She snorts at Damien, finding him to be the source, part of her though hates it completely, 'fake as pure humans' is what that part of her thinks. She purrs low in her throat before tuning tail, literally, and tapping Blitz's shoulder with the pad of her finger as she passes. This girl asked her if she was lost, perhaps it really was so. As she walked though, her normally dark brown ears went black as pitch and the tips of her wings went to match, she'd not expected so much attention, and he was reacting to it. And here she thought he'd stayed home...ah well. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aside Asa dances, and watches a rejection from some sort of female. He laughs loudly, not caring, though doubting he could be heard. His tail flicks across his thighs and his claws trace the happy trail that lightly, so lightly, runs over his stomach, pitch black downy hair from belly button to below the low slung pants line. His purple eyes flicker and dance. Would Master let him play? He was out already once today. Would his new interests know what he is? A pet?
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Post by Foxxy on Oct 9, 2010 15:55:53 GMT -5
Foxxy smiled at Aime. "Beautiful name,I could buy your drink for you if you dont mind." He said lightly. He cocked his head when her eyes changed,but didnt say anything about it. "Aww,your heading home? Dont leave so soon,i just meet you." he said lightly,hoping she would stay. He then looked to Blitz. "Ill buy you drink as well,if you want." he said warmly. "Ive never seen anyone like you,your...unique." he said lightly as he looked her up and down.
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Post by Draconis on Oct 9, 2010 16:48:16 GMT -5
Damien chuckled at Aime. The ladies did care for him much and he didn't mind, mainly because he usually didn't talk all too much. Looking to Foxxy, the lycan smirked, turning around as he walked away. HE was checking out all the other females in the club, not sensing any others of his kind at the moment. A sigh escaped his mouth, for he would rather talk to his own kind than others. He sat down at the bar, taking his chocker off for the heat was getting to him too. Damien wiped his forehead then ordered for a miller light. He did not care too much for beer, but it would do for now.
The bartender served the drink up to Damien and he gave her a coy smile. As he goes to pick up his drink, a dancer runs into the werewolf, spilling his drink all over him. The blood-thirsty murder grew enraged, making his fist into a ball and smacking the guy in the face. Every time this happened when he came here! Bones began to crack and rearrange. His clothes slowly rip off as Damien began to grow taller and more beasty. His mouth, open in a snarl began to form into a wolf's snout. Claws emerged from his fingertips and hairs grew out of every pore. A load and crazed snarl erupted from the lycan's through as he clamped his massive canines into the stranger that ruined his drink. Damien then threw the stranger with great force against a wall and ran through the crowd, raking his claws at anyone in his way.
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Post by MissTris on Oct 9, 2010 18:25:57 GMT -5
"I buy and handle my own drinks, but thank you for the offer. I'm no easy pick up puck, even when stonkered. Suffering Bastard please." The last was given to the bartender who arched his eyebrows and gave a wry smile "Sure thing sweetheart" a donkey tail flicks as he turns around and fixes the mix, starting to whistle a jaunty tune. Aime for her part has wings of a dusty rose color now, and her red gold hair is more red than gold. She's trying to fight that though, and winning...since he's not actually there. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damien made a mistake in hurting another Club patron here on the floor. In a moment the guards, picked, trained and pumped for such cases as this, for such creatures like him...and worse...are on either side of Damien. Two hulking beasts with large lower jaws and ashy skin that was neither green nor gray grab him by his arms and growl at him "Lor' Drake don' tol'ate riff-raff likes tha' in Club 'pheus." his voice is so thick and rough it's obvious he's nothing human, not one lick. His companion on Damien's other side just grunted in agreement and they lifted him, ignoring anything he tries, their skin is thick and his claws would not be able to cut through them, it would take much more than a shifter's claw to tear through them. They toss him out the door with a growl coming from elsewhere. "Control yourself and you can come back another day." Asa watched all this, his purple eyes agleam before he slipped away around and outside too, watching the raging werewolf tossed out by the trollian-elemental guards. He snickers and drops to how he normally likes to be-crouched with his hands hanging before him and his head even with his shoulders. "Temper temper." he whispers, amused.
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Post by Draconis on Oct 9, 2010 18:34:04 GMT -5
Damien had regained his thoughts and could choose when to turn back into his human-like, but not in front of this crowd. He had done it again, but the werewolf could not help it. IT irritated him when people did not watch where they were going, which was what the pathetic male back in the bar had done. A wicked grin formed in the werewolf's mind. /He won't be bumping into others any longer./ Looking to who was talking to him, a grunt escaped the werewolf's mouth and he stood up, walking up right and slightly hunched over. Damien's teeth were so big that he could not shut his mouth completely, making his large canines visible to all. Turning his back on the club, Damien rain off into the night.
[exit for now]
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Post by Draconis on Oct 9, 2010 18:48:10 GMT -5
Draconis only saw the werewolf thrown out and then suddenly burst away into the night. She shrugged, her two blades clanked together. Wearing her usually armor outfit, the fallen angel slowly descended onto the ground, her 18 feet wings fully extended. A hint of purple glinted under a light, her feet suddenly place upon the ground. She did not walk stuck-up, but more in a relaxed and free position. Draconis folded her long wings and sighed, thinking about how much crap she would have to clean from them after hanging in the club.
Today was a good day for her, for she had no contracts to full-fill and had this day off from her Overcity job. A smile came upon her face as she lifted her arm up to push the club entrance door open. Upon entering, the fallen angel already felt the heat consume her body. The whole site stink of sweat and alcohol. A disgusted look overcame her face as she searched for a group of people to hang with. Looking to the left there were many guys sitting around smoking some-sort of gross drug as well as getting drunk. Draconis then looked straight ahead and saw a group of vampires...let's just say doing their own thing. Glancing to the right she saw couple making out and touching each other. Rolling her eyes, Draconis decided to walk off towards the bar.
Already her wings began hurting, for people kept bumping against them. A few guys asked her to dance and she politely refused. Finally after walking through a large group of sweaty beasts, Draconis reached the bar. She almost never drank, but if she did it was only a small margarita with a hint of bloody wine. She order, then turning around to stare at the crowds. She noticed some others next to her and smiled, making a slight motion with her hand as a greeting. "A pleasure to meet you. Forgive me if I sat down right next to you," Draconis said, directing it to Aime. It may seem silly, but Draconis asked to be forgiven for a few reasons. One, she could have taken another's seat, and two the stranger she sat by could prefer not sitting by total and complete strangers.
Fidgeting, a sigh escaped Draconis's mouth as her flight feathers stuck to a piece of gum. "Son of a bitch...what a pain."
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Post by Foxxy on Oct 9, 2010 20:41:37 GMT -5
Foxxy watched as the crazed werewolf was thrown out. He was used to the things,so looked back to Aime. "Oh,no,i wasnt thinking about anything like that,just wondering if we can be friends,then after a while,we could take it further,if you want."He said as he stood beside her,he looked to the bartender and ordered Vodka mixed with fruit punch. "Im not like all those other guys,one night stands arent my thing." he said as he lightly smiled at her, sipping his drink. "If you dont believe me,how can i prove it to ya?" he asked lightly.
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Post by MissTris on Oct 9, 2010 22:21:00 GMT -5
She bristles and turns away outright ignoring him with a comment of "Never said one night stand, I'm not here searching. Creep." Getting her drink she eyes it then shuts her now burning purple eyes and tosses the drink back, slamming down the glass as her head flicks forward. She sits like this for a bit before leaning far back with a deep breath. At the same time the space behind her that is open is now filled and her first color returns, brown ears, crimson scales, golden blue flecked eyes. Behind her is a haze...and it solidifies...
As She breathes out again and smiles, then asks for a new drink, this one a cherry cheese cake this new thing behind her smiles at Draconis, his purple eyes, the eyes that glinted in Aime a minute ago, sin black ears, though his are nicked and tattered. His face is solid and angular, very smooth. "Well Hello." he says, his lips at first don't move much, and the sounds also come from Aime too, then his own proper tone comes through as he continues in a rich baritone "It's perfectly fine for you to sit there. You have lovely, lovely weaponry, Bilbos, or Katana if I am not mistaken?" he throws it as a question, and looks interested, what is all this?
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Post by Blitz on Oct 9, 2010 22:24:39 GMT -5
She'd spaced out for a good while, only snapping back when a light feeling was put onto her shoulder for only a moment. Flicking her eyes to see Aime wandering to the bar, now was a great time to get another drink, or two, or even three. Movements fluid as she slinks through the crowd, watching as they carry away Damien, what a shame. Plushie wings give a very slight twitch as someone brushes their hand against her lower back, she whirls around, a glare set upon her features. The touch was one unwanted by a stranger and she isn't afraid to let them know. Once she's warded off the tall stranger, Blitz quickly takes a seat on the other side of Aime, where the fallen angel isn't occupying. "Screwdriver, on the rocks, please." The last word is said meekly while the others are filled with confidence. He gives a nod and her drink is easily made, slid into her hand with a thankful nod. Sipping at it, she listens as Foxxy tries to pick up Aime, a snort of amusement leaving her. "Aye, she said she don't want no company, yeah?" She turns to tell Foxxy in a rather matter-of-fact manner.
Blitz pushes off with her feet against the bar stand and forces her chair to spin, there is a childish side to her after all. Drink still in hand, it sloshes a bit onto the ground and with an annoyed grumble she stops her amusing spin. Looking to Aime, she gives the Dracor a grin and offers her drink to the stranger. "Sa' you're from the Overcity then?" She asks, still knowing that this lady is not as much of a club slicker, especially after her question about Blitz's 'lostness'. Previously, she had taken notice of the color changing eyes, but had yet to pursue such a subject. First, Blitz had to know, she had to know about the Overcity and it's wonders. Being condemned to this, place, where those not of humans dwell, when even Blitz herself was part human. It seemed so pitiful, every so often it made her stomach turn upside down at the thought.
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Post by Foxxy on Oct 9, 2010 22:26:55 GMT -5
Foxxy looked down. "im sorry,i ment no disrespect." He said lightly as he waved at Draconis. "hi there." he says lightly,his mood ruined. "im not really a creep,i was just trying to be nice..." he added on as he lightly sighed. "i geuss this means there's no chance for us to be friends?" he asked lightly,hoping tht she hadnt just completely marked him off. "im really freindly if you get to know me." He said lightly as he sipped lightly at his drink,but left the rest there,even though it was still full,he didnt fell like drinking anymore.
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Post by Draconis on Oct 9, 2010 22:38:56 GMT -5
Confused, Draconis nodded in thanks. Her drink is handed into her hand and she takes a quick sip, looking back to Sanketsu. She was a bit confused, but threw the thought out if her mind. "I use Kantanas. Quick and faster to use in my eyes." Her brown gaze then turned to that of Foxxy's and she nodded in greeting. Looking around Sanketsu, Draconis tries to see who sat next to her as well. "Oh! I should introduce myself should I not? I am Draconis, one the fallen." Turning her attention back to her wings, Draconis attempts to remove the still-fresh gum that stuck to her flight feathers. "Ugh, what a pain," she mumbled.
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Post by MissTris on Oct 9, 2010 22:48:59 GMT -5
Tris drew her head back and glared at Foxxy, at the same time Sanketsu's head turned to view her agitation, he only did it for a moment, looking back to Draconis, then backs so she can see. He shifts, and a rather thin, non-description weapon flickers it's bright steel, a respect for a fellow sword wielder is what he's showing, but stifles a laugh at what she is. He gives a short clipped bow, sliky black tail curling over his back before dropping once more, though his eyes never left being up. "I am Sanketsu, you need no more than that, this is also Me, Aime." he nods his head over to the Dracor in the chair.
Aime twists round away from the bar to listen and looks confused by Blitz's words "I work in Overcity, and he-" she shoot a glance at the Shadow in loose dark clothing "just does as he likes when he's free, kills things sometimes, as he said, He's San and I'm Aime." she leans close and whispers to Blitz so not everyone hears "I am new around here club scene, not use to this city, but I have a house here." He breath is sweet like cheese cake with tart cherries She does not want creepers to follow her, it makes her worry that some will follow her home...she gets tired of Sanketsu's responses.
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Post by Blitz on Oct 9, 2010 23:05:57 GMT -5
She nods her head in understanding, continuing to listen as Aime speaks. Every so often she'll take a glance to Draconis, but this is rare. "I see, I see." She answers before sipping at the sweet drink, catching wind of Aime's pleasant smelling breath. There is a little bit of laughter, "Your breath smells good." The little doll states with obvious glee. Her legs swing with the rythm of the blasting music, squirming slightly in her seat.
"I wouldn't want creeps in my apartment either." Blitz reassures with a goofy grin, checking back to Foxxy just in case she must put him in line. Adjusting herself so she's straightened up a bit more in her seat, Blitz finds her back begins to hurt more and more. While it puts a bit of hinder to her night, nevertheless, she's having a great time. Although the thought of a good movie and a couple more of the screwdrivers sounds rather divine at the moment too. Eyes of blue seem to light up at all the thoughts spinning in her head. "My oh my, just don't let mister determined here, take you for a spin." This is followed with a gentle nudge of her elbow into Aime's arm.
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Post by Draconis on Oct 9, 2010 23:07:59 GMT -5
"How interesting indeed," as the only response that Draconis had at the moment. She looked to Blitz, then to Foxxy. grabbing her drink, she took a more large sip. A sudden scream of pain escaped her lips as a dancer's elbow stabbed right into Draconis's wing. A feather ripped out of its position. Biting her lip, Draconis pulled the feather out. Taking a glance at it, there were a few drops of blood in it. "What a pain..." looking to Blitz, she smiled. "Don't you ever have that problem? Not the feather pulling part, but the people bumping into her wings part?" Honestly, Draconis was trying to make a conversation with the odd group at the moment. She took another sip only to find her glass now empty. "Just give me a regular glass of wine please."
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Post by MissTris on Oct 9, 2010 23:32:14 GMT -5
Aime leans back out of their way, finding it rude to be talked through, and shifts her own scaled wings around her. Sanketsu, creeper Shadow clings at first, his movements precisely the same as Aime's when she moves and talks, for she uses her hands now and then...well one, since the other holds a drink. His mouth even moves a bit should she choose to speak, and she does to order another drink, this one a Rum Runner, "tastes like Christmas" Sanketsu says as Aime sips. It's kinda like having a Ventriloquist dummy right now.
Sanketsu leans close though, and whispers in Aime's ear before melting away, into Shadow, then he's gone. [EXIT Sanketsu]
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