| You have entered neutral territory. You enter the bar and see tables in the darker corners of the tavern. Some are occupied by people of questionable characters and others by a few drifters. Across the bar are staircases. One leading down and one leading up. Upstairs you'll find rooms you can stay in as long as you don't piss off the owner; downstairs you'll also find some rooms you can stay in, for a fee of course. |
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| A stranger enters the inn, his dark hair visible above his dark scarf and his eyes just barely visible above that. The man is trying to be as disreet as possible walking at his own pace and with a healthy stride... The man was named Damian, Damian Faust actually. A great descendent of the prominent Faustian House of magi and alchemists. Founded by Johanne Faust, the Demon Contractor who was Soul was saved by God at the moment of his damnation. But Damian was nothing like his ancestor Johanne, where Johanne was more of a scientist willing to break all the rules for knowledge. Damian has only to ever sought was not knowledge but True Power. Is this a sin? Perhaps another Hubris born again from the Faust Family? Perhaps, but as of now he is only just another human teetering still on the edge of salvation and damnation... a caster who's alliance may lie within the realm of God and the light but this could be subject to change through corruption just like all the hearts of humans. But none of that was important now... Damian had spied some pretzals on the bar and he had to help himself to them. He couldn't get enough of their salty goodness! |
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| Angel walks in the bar,her brown hair glows in the light. Her skirt barely grazing the floor, her legs covered by a pair of black pants and leather boots; men looking longingly at her- she notices. As she walks toward the bar you hear the clicking of her boots; and suddenly she bares her fangs and appears to them in a blink of an eye. "I don't think my master and lover would appreciate you looking at me like that. Should I teach you a lesson?" She grabs one of the collar and quickly tilts his head to the side as if she was about to eat. (This is what I mean by an "open skirt" |
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| Albus slowly walked into the bar with a sinister looking smile that he was cursed with, in a ceremonial looking military outfit, Clarent as he liked to call his sword barely dragging across the ground. He then made his way over to Angel. "Please, don't taunt a man like that. Your gift, your curse has that affect on men." Albus's grin grew stupid. |
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| "Who are you to tell me what to do Albus?" |
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| Albus continues to smile. "Just a friend offering advice." |
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| Angel retracts her fangs and tosses the man on the ground. "And who says you are a friend of mine?" |
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| Albus looks at the man then back at Angel. "Since you put him down....you." |
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| Damian at the bar listened in on the conversation behind him, he could almost smell the touch of the Necromancer's filth on them... But could he do something about it? Could he confront 2 minions at once, and still come out on top? He reckoned he could... Damian began to slowly open his Grimoireto choose his spirits to help power his spells and magicks... |
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| "Don't kid yourself," Angel scoffed, "neither of you, or that human, are worth any time to me." Angel out of the corner of her eye, sees the group of men run off in a panic and smirks. "It will be time for me to sleep for the day, and I've come here to secure a windowless room, because unlike someone I know, I am a true slave to the darkness." |
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| Damian thumbs open the pages... each page carries a different ritual for different spirits for different spells. For example, the 'Salamander' ritual allows upon a reptilian fire spirit that gives him fire magic through Thermodynamic Alchemy. He need an idea... something 'inspired'.... |
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| Albus's smirk lifted. "Now Angel at one point we must come to a mutual agreement.... for instance." Albus looks around. "Ah, one man has not run off. Shall we at least try to work together?" |
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| Angle walks over to the bar and stands next to Damian, her cleavage open to the world to see as she leans over the counter and speaks the the owner. "So, how 'bout it sir, do you have a room i may stay in?" She looks over her shoulder and raises a brow and turns her lips up in disgust. "I've learned when it comes to working with you, I rather work alone." |
HelloCandyNov 9, 2012 7:13 PM
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| The woman dressed provocatively was now just to his left...and he finally found it. The perfect spirit with the perfect spell. But to engage... he need to time it perfectly, so he decided to have really bad idea and say to her "Kinda cold out for dressing like that... especially when a whore like you is more comfortable sitting on the pointy horns of a torture-imp in hell" |
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| "It seems like men have a death wish tonight." Her hands grew warm and little embers formed on the bar. "Listen boy, " she said as she walked her fingers toward his spell book. "Seeing as we are in neutral territory, I shall only offer a warning. If you don't want this precious book of spells burned to a crisp, I suggest you pick you battles more wisely." The owner presented her a key and off she went toward her room. "Besides, the only 'horn' I sit on is my masters, and he knows what to do with it more than most men can in their lifetimes. And lastly, you have to wake up pretty early to try one of those spells on me, I've lived longer than most would ever dream of." Off she waked into the dark of the halls. |
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| "As if that bitch COULD burn this book" said Damian to himself, a grimoire (especially the Necromicon) wouldn't just simply 'burn'. Too much power and too much magic is contained in its pages to be destroyed like that. |
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| "I wouldn't believe that. Nothing in this world is finite, not even magic." She said, poking her head out behind the halls. |
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| "Oh contraire my dear whore of hell..." said Damian turning around on hsi bar stool with his grimoire floating in front of him above one of his hands "Good, Evil, Love, Hate, Courage, Fear, and the Magic that binds all those things together... ARE most definitely infinite" said Damian |
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| 'I shall allow him to think whatever he wishes,' Angel thought as she walked to her room. |
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| Damian was rather amused that the whore left so easily and without a fight, so he tended to his drink (water) and watched the new girl come in and try to order an adult beverage... and get shut down. Which also amused him, and grinned at her from across the bar. |
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| After a few minutes, Angel walked out of her room, wearing a modest scarlet blouse and similar pants and boots as before. Walking past the half breed, Damian, she rose her lip in disgust once again. The boy annoyed her to no end, to the point it was like PMS and she literally wanted to rip out his throat, the fact that she was constantly being called a whore did not sit well with her. Looking to her left she noticed Albus seducing another human, and she scoffed. She leaned against the wall and waited for him to notice her and she arose and motioned for him to follow. |
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| Having grown bored from seducing humans he returned to Angel. "Forgive me, I thought you wanted to deal with the bigot yourself." |
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| Damian thought to himself 'Jackpot! Eye-Contact!" and allowed himself show his teeth a little with his smirk/smile. If he was gonna flirt with random strangers, he was gonna go all the way! But at the same time, the wary spellcaster and warrior side of him kept an eye on the whore and her friend... |
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| "Pfff, I'm not going to waste my energy on such a low level being. Besides we have work to do. We didn't come here just to board for the night." Angel walked out the inn with Albus in tow. Walking along side of him she whispered, "Be weary of that half-demon. I have a feeling he will try to follow us." |
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| "I don't mind at all miss..." said Damian hoping to catch a name, he too could tell that this one was more 'pure' than she appeared. It was a spellcaster thing, dealing with spirits and the animus kinda rubbed off on you if you were exposed enough to it. |
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| Albus whispers to her as well. "For now we'll have to whisper, when he's following us we'll need to have a normal conversation. After awhile we'll need to go our 'separate' ways. He'll only follow one of us." |
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| "Faust, Damian Faust a Spiritual Alchemic Spellcaster in service to God..." said Damian, most casters these days seemed allied with THE Necormancer and his Mystics. So Damian and his family/clan were a bit of an oddity amongst their kind. |
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| Angel nodded, and they continued walking toward the other end of the village. ((and Gibz is not paying attention >.>)) |
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| "Its a long story..." said Damian in regards to being a one of the few 'good guy' spellcasters. "Anyway, I'm sure you've noticed the undesirables over there..." nodding his chin towards the whore and her friend. |
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| "Technically speaking we aren't allowed to do anything on neutral ground..." said Damian "Or more specifically, you CAN'T... Angels can't break the rules or less they'll 'fall'. I on the other hand, a human and a spellcaster can break as many rules as I want. But if I were to 'get in over my head', you as an Angel would be obligated to save me because I'm a follower of God" He grinned a michievious grin and said "If you know what I mean" |
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| Lily was in a bad mood. "Minerva!" she called and there was a reply immediately after. "Yes, Mistress! What is it that you require?" Minerva, one of her many servants, asked as she ran to her side. "What I require is your punishment," Lily hissed. "The meal you brought me only lasted for an hour. You have failed me." "No!" she screamed and then prostrated herself before her mistress. "Please Mistress! Give me one more chance! I promise I won't fail you again!" Lily's countenance softened in light of the pitiful figure. "Very well. You are lucky I am in a gracious mood today. Follow me." Minerva's face lit up in joy and relief and she did as she was commanded, following her mistress to the room next door. "Thank you very much, Mistress. I won't forget your kindness," she said as she shut the door behind them. "I'm sure you won't," Lily replied with a smile as she sat down in an armchair. She snapped her fingers and was immediately tended to by five male servants. "Go gather more male minions," she told one, who nodded and quickly left. "Restrain her," she told the other four who did as they were commanded. A cold sweat formed on Minerva and she looked around frantically as she was restrained. "M-Mistress?" Lily graced her with a loving but somehow twisted smile. "As I said, I am in a gracious mood today. Your punishment will only last for one day and if you survive, you may have your second chance. Be at ease, I shall observe for as long as it pleases me so you will not be alone. Have fun, boys." At her command the men pounced on her and began to ravage the screaming woman. "Don't start screaming, deary, you'll only waste all your energy in the beginning; the room is sound-proofed anyway." |
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