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Post by Iris on Jun 23, 2016 0:29:34 GMT
"What do you mean this is 'your' club now?" The sun barely clung to the edges of the city, the night life crawling from its dark cradles to mingle among the remnants of the day. Deep in the edges of the city's downtown lay a club named Velvet Scandal, popular for its drinks and its promiscuous rabble; within the sinful cradle, far in the back in a sound-proofed room with red carpets, walls, and drapery, sat a man whose visage was growing about as red as his questionable design choices. "Did you need me to repeat it, darling?" The voice cooed from the comfortable leather chair, nestled in deeply among a slew of feathers that decorated her neck and shoulder, dragging across to her feet from the massive coat she wore. The bright white off-put the crimson outfit she wore which resembled a strange saloon-style influence. Bountiful golden curls bounced as she tilted her head, her patronizing tone gentle yet mocking as it poured from her scarlet lips. "This club is very lovely, you've done a fantastic job. The air is simply succulent, the sin here is practically palpable. It makes me shiver.~" Shivering for emphasis, the woman who spoke smiled to herself and the tension in the room became thick; all who attended this heated meeting sat quiet, their eyes unable to be seen behind their thick shades. The man she spoke to looked simply stunned before laughing harshly, sitting back in his chair as he waved his hand, cigar smoke trailing from the motion. "And what on earth makes you think I'd give it to some random skank?" The woman looked visibly wounded and her voice became soft, mimicking the hurt she falsely portrayed. "Darling, that's such a cruel thing to say. I'd have to go so far as to say...you've hurt my feelings. I don't know what I'll do about this, my poor heart..." She fanned herself with a well-manicured hand and the man only looked proud of himself until he heard the sudden clicks echoing through the scarlet den. Every bodyguard held their weapons pointed at him, their usual cool postures seeming on edge and visibly angered. "You know...things that hurt me don't usually end up okay." He had shifted his focus towards every body in the room besides hers, a fatal mistake. The woman had slowly sauntered to his side, her hands crawling like clawed spiders as they cradled his bald head, her voice dropping low and sultry as she whispered to him calmly, yet the malice was practically visible. "But don't worry, you'll be begging for me to forgive you soon enough."
Later in the night, the hustle and bustle in Velvet Scandal continued as normal besides the one guard who hastily made his way through the heaving crowd. Pushing past mindlessly laughing patrons, cheering drunkards, and the occasional couples that looked more like one person than two, the man could only hurry out of the Velvet Scandal with his heart pounding viciously in his chest. No amount of money was worth the danger he had just barley scraped by; a local club owner had hired him to dress up and mingle in the bodyguard lineup and he'd been lucky enough to be positioned outside of the office door where he'd watched with baited breath as that hellish woman turned an entire room against its leader. He hadn't been able to hear well, but he watched as her lips melded into the bald owner's own and at first he struggled before going limp with a daydreamed look on his face. They spoke in hushed tones and the woman preened over him like he'd seen some women do to their pets; all that happened after that as him pulling out papers, signing wherever she'd pointed, and she'd given him another kiss on his forehead that left him in tears. The man was simply bawling at that point and what threw him off the most was how he trailed after her when she left, stumbling and crying, holding around her ankles and...what looked like begging. With a serpentine smile, he watched as she seemed proud of herself, pressing her heel against his forehead lightly and then her gaze shifted to the doorway as if she knew he was eavesdropping; with his heart jumping in his throat when she began to make her way to the door...he quickly and promptly ran away. He didn't want ANY part of what'd happened in there; he'd just report this to his hire, get his pay, and never show up here again. Making his way to the bathroom, the guard pushed by some drunkards and hid inside one of the stalls, softly relaying his information to his confused and angry buyer; the guy didn't understand, but what'd happened didn't sound normal at all. He was asking for more details when the first knock on his stall came. "Occupied." Gruffly shouting, he went back to the angrily jabbering man only for the knock to happen again. "Are you stupid? I said occ-", the knocks turned into vicious hits that shook the door on its very hinges. Taking a quick look down, the man saw that it wasn't just one set of feet, but several, and the pounding turned vicious before the door itself began to get torn off its hinges by the many hands, leaving in its wake the horrified cries of the man as the sea of arms embraced him frantically, as if he was their savior and amidst the turmoil he heard the sugary sweet voice of a woman. "My my. You've been naughty, haven't you?" On the other end of the phone, all the man finally heard was the clack of a heel and the following empty dial tone.
This had originally started out as just a nuisance for the dive bar owner. He lost patrons to that stupid club and he had just wanted to know the owner's secret at first, but whatever was going on in there was far from normal. He decided that after he lost his informant, this was out of his hands, and that was when the request was sent to anyone who would do this kind of work with minimal questions asked. He wanted whoever owned that place taken care of, gone, for there was no way they were human and they were a danger to more than just his business at this point. That was how the bounty got placed for Velvet Scandal and it made its way quickly to the Wild Hunt.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 23, 2016 18:27:28 GMT
"It can't be totally dry." "I'm afraid so, mam." Eve lounged across the barren guest seats by the door of the Wild Hunt offices. She was itching for adventure, but all the available tasks had already been handed out. Huntsman was sticking some Kitsui bandit full of arrows in the Appalachians and Garo was taking down the air rods plaguing Germany for another few weeks. Eve was left hight and dry. "Well fuck. Call Garo up and ask if he needs any help with those rods." Malcolm reached for the phone, but hesitated halfway through dialing. "Mam, there is an open bounty online. It seems serious and the BHA hasn't picked it up yet." Eve turned the laptop to face herself and looked at the description. "Seems simple, but hey, it's a job."
A half hour later, Eve appeared in a back alley not far from the club in a flash of blue light. She brushed herself off and stepped out to study the club. Velvet Scandal. Sounded just trashy enough for her tastes. Maybe she'd check it out after dragging the troublemaker onto the curb. She strolled up to the front door and smiled at the bouncer. "Hey, I'm the exterminator that was ordered." She was hoping to skip the tab if at all possible. It might help if she had actually tried to look like an exterminator instead of a weird pirate lady.
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Post by Iris on Jun 23, 2016 19:35:24 GMT
"Exterminator?" The voice of the bouncer repeated it back to her as if in an idle daze before pressing his fingertips to the small bud in his ear with the connecting rod close to his mouth. "Exterminator?" He spoke again and seemed to listen to whoever spoke on the other end idly, his eyes never able to be seen behind the darkness of his shades. With the conversation between the two ended, the dull voiced guard seemed flustered for a moment and almost far too eagerly opened up the velvet rope that blocked the entrance of the door. "Right after you."
Inside of the pulsing club, everything seemed pure red. From the glasses, to the red flooring, to the red walls that only changed colors when the strobing lights landed on them, the entire Velvet Scandal was scandalously red. The only thing more scandalous than the gaudy ferocity of the colors was the clientele that visited; predictably for a club there were many dancing and drinking, but something was off about it. Everyone within the club seemed a little lifeless in their activities with a pleasant, dreamy expression upon their faces; they danced and they drank, but it wasn't actively those things. Those who danced seemed like they had no idea why they were moving and those who drank did so by taking a mouthful and then smiling dreamily as the liquid overflowed from their open mouth; it was like everyone in the vicinity had been brainwashed and the moment Eve were to step in, she'd find that all of these zombie-like gazes would turn to her while they all stopped doing what they did as the music thumped loudly to a bassline no one danced to and then, in unison, they all spoke gently. "Why are you here, 'Exterminator?'"
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 23, 2016 23:01:39 GMT
"Alright then." Eve gave the bodyguard a funny look. She had been assuming that it was mundane, but this was beginning to look a little more suspicious than that. She stepped into the club and immediately winced. Only the devil himself could think so much red was appropriate. Combined with the dreamlike movements of those around her and overwhelming club music, she felt like she was entering a nightmare. But the speaking in unison was just cute. "Okay, what is it? Pod people? Psychoactive drugs? Good old fashioned mind control?" She smiled at the crowd, keeping an eye on the exit in case they actually proved dangerous.
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Post by Iris on Jun 23, 2016 23:13:33 GMT
The mass seemed quiet and unaware, only looking as if briefly pondering something before speaking once again. "Exterminator's were not called to this place. You were sent." As they spoke, a few lurched to the exit, blocking it beneath a mass of sheer human bodies with dim lit eyes while the others, both dancers and clubbers alike moved aside from a rather extravagant stage that was set along the back; typically, the professional dancers would do their acts here, but now its purpose suited otherwise.
Sitting along a red velvet couch that had been used for god knows what, the succubus Amai sat with a broad smile along her lips, revealing pearly white teeth with canines only slightly larger than the average human's. Draped in the finery of her exuberantly feathery cape, only Amai's prominently displayed upper half was revealed and in one arm she pet the head of the once club owner's head who sat groveling at her feet, touching her legs as if they were both fragile and irreplaceable. When she spoke the crowd around Eve began to grow antsy, all hovering their way slowly to the stage to gather and whimper at the ground. "Good ol' fashioned mind control is about right. I always preferred those methods." She spoke with a slight southern drawl and she nestled her cheek against her arm, still beaming with entertainment while scraping her eyes along Eve's body to the point that it wasn't even shamed. "And, Miss Exterminator, are you here to get rid of me? Why darling, I almost wouldn't mind extermination from somethin' as tasty as you.~"
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 24, 2016 5:52:47 GMT
Eve didn't turn to watch the exit, but she knew the club patrons were now between it and her. She kept her eyes focused on the stage, figuring that's what she was expected to do. She knew the showy type. She liked those. They were always easy to snipe. She could feel this woman's eyes all over her, tracing every curve, following her cleavage into her shirt, then seeing where it cropped high over her belly button. She shuffled her coat uncomfortably, covering herself a little more thoroughly. She was used to being looked at, but this woman's eyes put the worst street creeps to shame. "You know, for that you might be getting a little extra exterminating. I can pretend you're Falken." She still wasn't sure how exactly she was going to deal with this woman, but killing her may be the best option at this point. She looked like she wasn't just some random troublemaker.
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Post by Iris on Jun 24, 2016 16:20:41 GMT
"Oo, Falken, I don't know who that is, but that level of anger...what a delightful sensation. I wouldn't mind being them to have you feel so strongly to me.~" While she spoke, smoke started slowly rolling across the floors, the red carpeting covering its true color. As if the club's fog machines had been turned on, it filled the room, hovering high and to the ceilings almost, slightly thick and smelling strangely sweet. All Amai did was smile wide as she began to slowly stand up, having to forcibly drag her leg from the man who began clutching harder than ever. "Now Darling, wouldn't killing me be a shame?" Unknown to Eve, the thick smoke permeating the air was filling the nostrils of everyone it reached, altering their judgement and way they perceived her. To Eve, if she inhaled, Amai would look like the perfect, desirable individual of their choice and knowing so, she walked forward to the deep stairs off the stage, the people around her seeming to physically shake with desire and anticipation as they reached out for her, groping and grabbing at the air just trying to get a single touch, or to get her to notice them.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 25, 2016 3:16:25 GMT
Eve spotted the smoke tricking down bit by bit from the platform and covered her mouth. A bit of her skin came off and entered her mouth, changing into a filter for her lungs. Whatever that was, she doubted she wanted to breath it in. Unfortunately, her filter wasn't enough, and her vision swam. Amai was washed away, in her wake a man. Slightly androgynous, but a man nonetheless, his skin was as darkly rich as hers. He wore full armor like a knight, lacking a helmet to show his short, coarse hair and one mechanical eye, declaring him a- "Cyborg." She muttered. "So, I take it this isn't all you did to these people. That's good, but even I wouldn't go so far for sex appeal." She couldn't help but linger on his eye. So few other cyborgs in the world, and this thing could imitate one like nothing.
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Post by Iris on Jun 25, 2016 8:33:06 GMT
"Yet I feel the way your breath hitched." As she spoke, still simply her in reality while looking different to every individual, including Eve, in the room, Amai continued to slowly saunter her way towards Eve with the same smile plastered onto her lips. She saw the eye contact Eve had allowed to linger for just a moment and her smile turned into a close-lipped smirk. "Tell me, do I make your pulse quicken? Your heart race? Do you have a heart...whatever you are?" Her tone was slow and gentle, yet just barely above a purr while she stood in front of Eve and then she held out a hand, a solitary gesture as she gently reached towards Eve's face. If Eve allowed this contact to happen, she'd find more than just Amai's appearance appealing. "I can make your wildest pleasures true with this form, I'll do more than you could ever imagine. You'll never feel bliss quite like this.~"
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 25, 2016 19:09:36 GMT
Eve was frozen. She was a shapeshifter herself, but this was a new one. She shuddered as the false cyborg stepped close, knowing he wasn't real but wanting to see what his touch was like anyway. She let Amai step close, although let at this point might not be a proper term. She listened to that purr, watched the hand coming closer... and shoved her exposed cannon into Amai's stomach. "Bliss? Fuck your bliss. I prefer the rush over any bliss. Now you're leaving, and you have three options. One, you walk. Two, a body bag. Three, several smaller bags. I'm honestly fine with any at this point, but I'm leaning towards three." She spoke with her usual cold cheer again, but her eyes were still fixed on Amai's.
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Post by Iris on Jun 25, 2016 19:20:53 GMT
"How rude." Her smile dropped and for once, Amai looked anything but happy. The crowd around her suddenly lurched forward, several grabbing around the cannon arm pressed into her stomach while the others continued to pile up, shoving and creating a cacophony of noise; all of their words were muddled and chanting, all thinking the same thing, but saying it in different slurred phrases. Yet their goals seemed singular; protect Amai. There were even tears in some of their eyes as they all moaned as one, pupils dilated to the size of their iris, "We can't live without her, please don't!" Even those from the back began to lurch forward, easily a hundred hot and heaving bodies that closed in, some even trying to force their bodies between Eve's and Amai's.
"This club is mine now. It was amusing at first, but you have no right to come in and make me leave." With a snap of her fingers, Amai gestured her pointer to the bald man who came stumbling down the stairs, presenting her with a set of papers that she then held forward, hand on her hip with a pronounced pout of disgust with these actions. "Look here. It's signed over to me, a writ of agreement by this pathetic pup." God, she hated being rejected. "Anyways, I'm not leaving. Simple as that." The crowd was practically vibrating, feeling Amai's selfish hurt made them hurt so strongly that their bodies felt like they were being torn apart. "Besides. If you try to make me leave, you'll find it a challenge." With those words, Amai's pleasant expression came back and she smiled idly again, tracing her fingertips seductively along the smooth metal of Eve's cannon, walking her fingertips gently as she aimed her hand towards the skin above with desire in her eyes. "It'd be a shame if you came here to exterminate me...and suddenly found yourself surrounded by a hundred dead bodies instead."
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 26, 2016 2:44:48 GMT
Eve saw movement out of the corners of her eyes and drew back. Her cannon arm sealed back up. Just the blast would be dangerous to ordinary humans too close to her. And could they literally not survive without her? She had to be careful until she had an idea of just what was at stake here. This was too much collateral damage even for her. She squirmed away from the grasping hands and sprung a blade from her off hand. "So maybe killing you isn't an option. I won't kill you then." She shoved through the crowd and made a stab for Amai's shoulder, seeking to impale her non lethally, then shove her back down on the couch to be immobilized.
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Post by Iris on Jun 26, 2016 7:46:27 GMT
Amai only smiled and didn't so much as attempt to dodge the blade Eve made for her arm. She simply allowed her to impale her arm into the couch, but for Amai she saw this as an opportunity. The crowd moved as a hive mind and closed in around Eve while they fell to the couch where she felt her arm scream from the pain and yet she could only bite onto her lip while her cheeks suddenly flooded with heat; the only thing hotter was the heat of desire in her eyes. With the massive crowd pushing forward they too surrounded Eve while several reached to push at her back and bring her closer, all while Amai breathed heavily and her voice came out slow and sultry. "You're so fiery. I love it when they fight me." Then, despite her immobilized arm, Amai reached her free arm up and made her way to the same hand that held her in place. If Eve couldn't escape it, the moment her touch landed she'd feel a sudden cloudy state of her mind and her feelings towards Amai would quickly begin to change to those of affection.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 26, 2016 22:09:02 GMT
"You're so fiery. I love it when they fight me." Eve threw a punch for Amai's stomach with her free hand. "If you were actually a man, I'd castrate you for that." She snarled. At least this thing didn't seem to be able to fight her physically. She expected the hand on hers to be a flimsy attempt to pull her away, but instead the light touch set off sparks. She jerked away, pulling her blade roughly out of Amai, shuddering at the invasion of thoughts that weren't right into her mind. She kept her distance now, glaring into Amai's eyes. "What do you even want?"
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Post by Iris on Jun 27, 2016 16:32:31 GMT
Again, Amai gladly let Eve hit her, letting out a mixture of a choke and a laugh as the punch connected into her abdomen. "Darling please!~" Hunched over slightly, the white from her coat turning slightly red where she'd been stabbed, Amai grunted slightly while reaching out a single hand out. Without even her words, the people to her side rushed forward, fighting each other to hold to her and the unlucky winner was a single, simple party goer. The moment their hands touched, the partier whimpered as if in bliss and Amai pulled them close with her available arm. The embrace she gave looked loving as her arm wrapped around their waist, holding them to her hip and for once, Amai looked genuinely distressed. "I'm very sorry love. If there were any other way, I'd have chosen it that way..." With dreamy eyes, the partier gently nuzzled their way against her chest like a child would their mother, and perhaps that's even how this individual saw her. With her fingers softly sliding through their hair, Amai gently tilted their head up and connected their lips. Their skin slowly began to turn gray and between their lips the individual sounded as if they were wheezing and choking while the dull look in their eye genuinely turned lifeless. It took only a few seconds, but as soon as they'd been connected, this individual's fate was sealed and the depth of her ability became known as they fell to the floor without a pulse.
Amai looked forlornly at the body while she peeled off her bloodied coat and gently draped it over the body. At the same time, she also revealed to Eve the arm she'd earlier punctured, skin no longer ruined as if nothing had happened at all. It was with this arm that she snapped again, gesturing to the body and a few people came over, hoisting it up and taking it away to the depths of the club. "You've managed to ruin my mood a little bit." With a single hand on her hip, Amai turned to face Eve with her head held high, her eyes visibly glowing with the life she'd just taken in. "I want two things and I've taken them for years. I want money and I want fun. Humans provide me with all of these things. However, now, I am not having fun." As she spoke, pink smoke literally billowed from her mouth and Amai's lips held no expression for once as they disappeared behind the mass of sugary sweet smoke. "Darlings, how about you help our friend sit."
With the command all humans in the club rushed towards Eve, some laughing, some crying, but all together they moved with the intent to hold Eve down and the ones close to her from earlier already wrapped their feeble limbs around her.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 28, 2016 0:41:39 GMT
Eve would normally snark at the sight of this sort of attack, but now she was dead silent. She watched the victim fall with empty eyes. She moved again when the club patron's grasped for her to shrug them off. "I'm not sitting anywhere. If you want to talk, we'll talk." She needed time to clear her head. She stepped back away from the smoke and kept shoving away the brainwashed foes. She was incredibly strong, but if she got too surrounded, she may be incapable of fighting them off.
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Post by Iris on Jun 28, 2016 0:55:14 GMT
"Why are you backing away from me now? You were so handsy earlier. What's the matter?" Despite what should have been a good natured tone, Amai's serious expression and glowing gaze spoke volumes on her current attitude. Invigorated and stronger, having added at least 30 extra years to her longevity, Amai could feel every inch of her body practically burning with energy. Yet her smile was gone and all that came from her lips following every word was a never ending pink smog. She'd fill this entire place with Foggy Misdirection if she was given the time.
Amai advanced and at her hand was a line of pink sparks that swarmed in with a congealing strand of pink smoke, materializing a large trident that scraped across the ground menacingly, leaving behind sparks from its weight. "Afraid of how I made you feel?" Then, she smiled again, but all that lay there was savagery while her eyes closed to mere glittering slits. "You'll love what happens next. Ever wondered what it's like to feel like you can't live without somebody?" Then with a jerk of her head, she gave the command to the crowd. "Get ready to find out."
And they poured forward, a wave of bodies bent on exacting her will. Amai did so detest being angry, it was like being a whole different person and it always left her precious pets in smaller numbers after...but she was so irritated by this woman. Beautiful and ballsy, denying Amai, it lit the pit of her stomach on fire with irritation. She hated denial so much!! And this woman would be the perfect replacement for the human she'd just lost.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 29, 2016 5:15:07 GMT
It looked like it was too late to push for diplomacy. Eve once again found herself swarmed by club patrons. These were seriously hampering her ability to deal with the succubus. She crouched, then sprang, rushing upwards with enough force that the tiles she stood on shattered. She crashed partially through the ceiling, shattering one of the hideous red lights casting its light over the club. She pummeled through the rest of the layers above her, clawing through wiring, pipes and an air vent before she clambered out on the roof. She looked back down through the hole at Amai and flicked her fingers in a summons. She was backlit by the neon sign behind her, making her already massive presence even more imposing, seeming to glow with a red halo.
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Post by Iris on Jun 29, 2016 6:50:53 GMT
Amai stood beneath the shattered light, its haphazard, neon glow waving back and forth across her unmoving visage. The heat of her golden gaze was difficult to decipher; be it anger, desire, or excitement, the feeling was practically palpable. "Quit running from me." With a monotone voice, Amai hunched forward slightly as her wings erupted from her back, flapping once as she cleared her mindless slaves from her side. They all pleaded with her, begging Amai to stay with them, but she simply silenced them. "Darlings, I'm afraid I've involved you all too much. Now please behave and stay here. I'll come back to play with you soon, I promise." And with a massive flap of her wings, Amai shot through the air and towards the hole in the ceiling, landing on top of the roof with a clack of her heels and the vibrating metal hum of her trident slamming into the solid stone. She flapped her wings once and then twice before dispelling them, rolling her shoulders as the weight disappeared.
With the neon backdrop on the two, Amai held out her arm and pointed her trident at Eve as the city breeze forced her hair to billow out behind her.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 1, 2016 4:58:48 GMT
Eve stepped back and let Amai land on the edge of the hole she had clawed through the ceiling. She wanted this fight good and firmly on the roof. She let the tension hang for a long moment, taking deep breaths, waiting for Amai to strike. She locked eyes with Amai and her chest split down middle. Her cannon arm made no appearance, and instead Amai faced a row of guns across Eve's chest that fired, and Eve's internal music systems kicked in as the guns fired in a wide arc in front of her.
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