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Post by Ruthven Marvolo on May 14, 2017 16:48:18 GMT
Thread PL: 850 HW: 213
Ruthven had taken to send out invites to what promised to be a good party many would die for. The mastermind Vampire greeted his guests with calm politeness,often giving a dazzling smile to the guests. "Do come in, I can take your jackets." The blood drinker said sweetly, hanging up their coats.
It was late but the lights in the mansion deep in the woods were dimmed by the glass; a forest trail leading up to the seemingly humble abode. Waiting for more guests, he leaned calmly against the wall. There would be a feast tonight; just later on...
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Post by Samba on May 14, 2017 20:44:56 GMT
| Blood Sacrifice |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 216,584 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,465,344 / SUPPRESSED |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
Samba stared at the invitation in his paw, the Zoanthrope having foregone going with his usual informal attire and instead went for one that signified his connections with the Crane School. The invitation was entirely out of the blue, but it wasn't unwanted by any sense of the imagination, in fact a party was just the thing he needed to loosen up a bit and perhaps go around and advertize that the Crane School was back in business, if only for a little bit considering he only had one student under his wing at the moment.
Done looking at the piece of paper he set his eyes upwards towards the trail that lead to a modest looking mansion, his green eyes appreciating its structure and aesthetic before he pocketed the piece of paper and made to move towards the building; no use in keeping his host waiting and all that stuff.
Once inside he was approached by what he assumed was the host of this party, the muscle-packed wolfman politely declining his offer of hanging his coat, merely because he had none and because he was fine with his attire as it was; there was no need to take it off or anything. The man's slightly clawed fingernails brought him some pause but he just noted it down as a small quirk that the man had about his body.
Seeing like the party was slowly coming into full swing the Zoan decided to mingle a little bit, speaking with some of the other guests before he made his way towards the table filled with food, his nose leading his footsteps as he appraised what the host had in store for him.
TAGS: Ruthven Marvolo OOC NOTES: Awoo~ His Crane School attire is over yonder: i.imgur.com/3YMCBXD.jpg
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Post by Ruthven Marvolo on May 14, 2017 21:02:42 GMT
Ruthven remained calm as the zoan came up to the door, wearing interesting attire that caught the vampire's attention. Smiling to himself for a minute, the man swisher off to go into his study. The party-goers were forbidden to enter this wing of the mansion; as it was his own personal area.
Flipping through a history book, the crane symbol came up with very little information on it which made him snap it shut with some irritation. Resuming his calm composure after a short while, the host would return to the party and his nostrils briefly flared for scent of wolf.
Finding and following the scent and heavy footsteps, he held himself up right and arrived at the food table. There was a buffet of delicacies, thanks to restaurants that catered to the party this fine night. "Greetings one of animal descent, thank you for coming to this party. I would like to inquire about your attire if I may, I retreated to my study but found so little information in my books.."
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Post by Mammon on May 15, 2017 3:09:44 GMT
Blood Sacrifice The Count Counts
'You are cordially invited to attend...' mud spatter 'a party to die for.' The night hung heavy over the land the mist now seeping up from the ground in ghostly white tendrils rolling over the landscape like an arthritic dog, it was slow and stuck to you also like an arthritic dog. He wound his way up the trail the silvery mist licking at his boots as he strode up to the mansion and its heavy doors, he knocked three times before they swung open BANG. BANG. BANG.
And in the flash of a sufficiently dramatic flash of lightning it illuminated his terrible visage, he wore an old formal evening attire with a high neck and his hair slicked back in a widow's peak with a blood red pendant. Making himself instantly identifiable as a vampire a cheesy vampire at that, cause all of it was cheap and the pendant was plastic and when he spoke you could see a pair of fake glow in the dark fangs. "I vant to vuck your vood."
He blinked in the light looking at all the uncostumed party goers and let out a haggard sigh "I vas told it vwas vancy-" he reached up and removed the fangs from his mouth that garbled his speech so. "that's better, I was told it was fancy dress." his nose twitched as he took in the smell food, and something like someone had canned the smell of a canine. "What smells like wet dog?" and he looked up to see the shaggy form of Samba. "Oh right, the dog smells like dog." he rolled his shoulder's and stepped inside making a slow b line for the food table stopping to mingle and talk as he past usually going something like 'the cape, someone told me it was fancy dress. And I look quite dashing in a cape don't I?'.
PL: 95,253 Ki Suppression: 666 [UT] DECIEVER(Shapeshifting) Disguised, no horns
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Post by Samba on May 15, 2017 16:57:23 GMT
| Blood Sacrifice |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 216,584 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,465,344 / SUPPRESSED |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
Samba's muzzle was almost salivating at the myriad of choices he had laid in front of him; from baby ribs to chicken wings and even pork chops! There was also a very healthy selection of foods and even some greens laid on the large table but he was a meat kind of person so he zeroed on what he liked best. Granted, he made sure to eat with decorum and not like a starving beast from the mountain, after all, there was a large selection of parties that looked to be really posh and proper so the last thing he needed was to appear as a barbarian to their delicate eyes.
He had just finished eating a small portion of pork chops when the voice of the host sounded from behind him, his ears swiveling to focus on his presence as he turned around to regard him with his full attention. His question made him blink his eyes before he brightened quickly; any chance to talk about and put in a good word about the Crane School out there was okay in his book. "Certainly. Let me first introduce myself, the name's Samba; Master of the Crane School. This is just one of the many attires to choose from should anyone decides to learn under my wing. The Crane School is just one of many Martial Arts Schools out there, like the Turtle School; we're kinda rivals you see?"
He chuckled softly as he rubbed the back of his nape. "In any case, the Crane School focus ultimately falls in self-sacrifice; as you need to get in close and personal to your opponent to lay in the hurt on them but you run the risk of getting hurt in the process. But that's not all, those that want to train under me need to learn that sometimes you need to put your life on the line if you want to protect what's precious to you, or just to ensure that you'd be able to follow through with your goals because of Crane's ultimate technique." He trailed off, feeling like that was a good enough spot to stop talking and instead serve himself a drink, his nose wrinkled slightly at the spiked punch but he made sure to drink it all in one go.
But then his nose detected an almost familiar scent nearby, the wolfman turning towards the scent only to blink at what his eyes were seeing, sans the horns it almost looked like... "Mammon?" He hasn't seen the Demon in a long while, not since he had to procure himself for some money by washing cars, of all things.
'At least that beat having to twitch and grind my ass against a pole...'
TAGS: Ruthven Marvolo Mammon OOC NOTES: Awoo~ His Crane School attire is over yonder: i.imgur.com/3YMCBXD.jpg
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Post by Ruthven Marvolo on May 15, 2017 17:09:02 GMT
Ruthven's fingers were pressed together, regarding the zoanthrope with attentiveness that was only broken by Mammon breaking the door. The large dog seemed excited and introduced himself, interesting the vampire with what he had to say about his attire and the Crane or Turtle School. It seemed they were rivals by word of a dog's mouth, and the host of the party remained silent with fingers pressed together below his nose and a polite curiosity in light brown eyes.
At the mention of self-sacrifice and an ultimate technique, it perked the alien's interest. "Dear me, that sounds like a very interesting school. I must say it does have my interest, perhaps we could get to know each other a bit better before you make a decision." Turning to the Demon, the man offered a dazzling smile and extended his slightly clawed hand out as a welcoming gesture. "Ah welcome, it is good to see you. Mammon, is it?"
Remaining quite calm-toned, the milk chocolate brown eyes turned briefly to the slightly broken door before turning back to his guest. "The food table is right this way, you seem to know Samba seeing as he knows you."
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Post by Mammon on May 16, 2017 14:21:32 GMT
Blood Sacrifice Sit! He looked at his hand like a smoking gun turning it over before looking up at the door, apparently, he hit it a little too hard but what he knew would be even harder was getting him to pay for it. "Do I?" he said glibly "Oh right, car wash or something. I was half tempted to call the pound awful service." as he followed Ruthven down the hall spark leapt from him in whooping spirals that left after images and black puffs of smoke that stank of brimstone, as two horns materialised out of his head and all the colour drained from his eye's leaving two orbs that smoldered like embers. "Seems no point in playing dress up if everyone is in on the joke.
"I am indeed Mammon." he turned quickly and smoothly gliding across the carpet and close to Count Dracula like he was about to tell him a secret. "I didn't know you let dogs eat at the kitchen table." while he held his hand to his mouth to cover the words he barely softened his voice and let it travel like a hurtling spear towards the Mutt of Baskerville. "You think we could get him to play dead?" he didn't like being called out when he wanted a simple night not being outed as a demon and get every half-drunk idiot to ask 'what's with the horns', 'what's it like being a demon' or worse 'I want three wishes' which was wrong on so many levels.
Before saying another word he'd lightly go to push Ruthven back and out of his way before striding up to Droopy. "Hi." he offered out his hand for a shake and smiled up to the furred face of Samba, it was the kind of action that made you want to punch him repeatedly. "I see we've moved up from wiping down people's windows for loose change, panhandling now?"
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Post by Samba on May 17, 2017 21:58:59 GMT
| Blood Sacrifice |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 216,584 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,465,344 / SUPPRESSED |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
Samba smirked at the host. "Sure, I wouldn't mind getting to know you." As he said that he saw Mammon approaching their location, a frown pulling at his lips as his enhanced hearing easily caught the man's whispered words about his person but the frown quickly left his face, only to be replaced with a challenging grin as he friendly yet with a bit more pressure than was strictly necessary shook the Demon's hand. "You could say that. How about you, stealing any souls lately or are you strictly on a cursing spree?"
If Mammon could poke fun at his appearance then he could easily turn that around on the Demon itself. "'Sides, what's with the normal human appearance? Ashamed of your demonic visage now?" His smirk widened. "Look at me, I'm a Wolfman yet I'm not afraid to show my mangy self around these parts and to these people." It was small but there were still some humans that were prejudiced and racist against their Zoan counterparts.
Tragic but true but he has learned to deal with it.
That and if they somehow got it into their heads that they wanted to hurt him to teach him a lesson then they got another thing coming in the end.
TAGS: Ruthven Marvolo Mammon OOC NOTES: Awoo~ His Crane School attire is over yonder: i.imgur.com/3YMCBXD.jpg
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2017 10:58:19 GMT
Denim's ship finally landed. The giant sphere took up all the space in a small clearing and when she finally managed to get out of it Denim found herself walking down a two hundred foot long catwalk. She finally managed to get to the bottom of this and sighed as she looked around and noted, "I'm not near WEST City just where am I?"
It looked to her eyes to be a giant forest based on the fact a large lizard ran by her through some thick foliage the moment she stepped off her ship. She blinked and rolled her eyes at it. The beast was so weak compared to her when she sensed it's tiny blip of energy she couldn't help but smile. "I guess I just need to fly home from here?" She told herself crossing her arms over the folds of her black kimono robes. "Although, maybe a walk through the woods would do me some good. I have just abandoned everything in my life on that last planet I was on."
Though this was a good idea at the time she might regret it later for in the dark with the moon rising overhead someone was about to enter her life and change it forever. She didn't know it at the time, however, Denim's life as a human being was over. The tale of this strong human woman with ever growing god-like powers was about to come to an end thanks to a small injury she was about to receive. She pushed her hands past branches and stepped over large roots, however, nobody except her appeared to be around at the time. Nothing scared her here though for her power was well over 90,000 PL and no easy task to match. She just hoped all the people she abandoned on Konats could get along fine without her. They probably could.
It took a bit of this walking to find herself in front of a lit mansion of all things. "Okay," Denim muttered to herself, "I'm certain now I'm going to wrong way." She approached the door though of this place and began to knock while the ritual inside was potentially starting to begin.
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Ruthven Marvolo
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Post by Ruthven Marvolo on May 19, 2017 11:49:48 GMT
Ruthven continued to look with interest as Samba spoke, smiling as a response to the wolf's words. Chuckling softly as the wolf retorted to the surprisingly demon, before calling himself mangy. "I do not think you are mangy; on the ground of your vell-groomed fur. Shall ve speak later, a guest is arriving." With that the vampire headed for the door to welcome Denim in, offering a small smile which showed his sharper than average, long canines.
"Velcome. Please do come in, you seem like an interesting human."
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Post by Mammon on May 19, 2017 14:22:38 GMT
Blood Sacrifice Making Friends
He felt it in the popping of his knuckles in the massive hand of the hound, he grimaced inwardly letting the pain flow through him and out him as he gave the dog a polite smile, the chilly kind reserved for your most hated enemy. "I don't know, have you be chasing any cars?" This was odd they usually cracked under a few lashes of his tongue, they didn't come back with retorts well they did but they usually they were 'nahh you are'. Which weren't so much retorts as the burblings of the mentally confused.
Kill them with kindness. "Shame of my glorious lineage, hardly I do it for the mortals benefit." he showed him his teeth it was what polite society called posturing, and what animals called a challenge. "Besides it makes stealing souls all the more harder when you look like-." and he made a small gesture of raising and dropping his hand that seemed to say 'this'.
"So what's the price on your soul?" he let the question hang there a moment before answer his own question with an answer. "Two dog biscuits maybe, or a squeaky bone perhaps." he turned his head to the new arrival and gave her the look you give a piece of meat, it went along with ideas like 'how much?', 'how many beatings will it need', cause you tenderise meat. Yeah, that's it. "What kind of person says 'you seem like an interesting human'. What's the bet this guy has a women suit in his basement, seems the type."
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Post by Samba on May 19, 2017 15:31:29 GMT
| Blood Sacrifice |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 216,584 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,465,344 / SUPPRESSED |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
The Zoan blinked at the compliment throw at him, his cheek lighting up slightly with a glow of pink as he bashfully rubbed the back of his nape. "Thanks, I do try to make it presentable. But uh, sure..." He watched with a raised brow as the host of the party went off to receive another guest, his ears barely catching what he said to the white-haired woman against the hubbub of the party that was slowly coming into full swing. "What an odd fellow..."
Turning his eyes on Mammon just as he countered his previous comment with a quick riposte against him. "Heh. Not anymore, or well," He sneered, it was an ugly, menacing look. "At least not for the time being. Right now I'm fine with chasing bad guys though." His next comments made him snort, his sneer changing into a smirk as he shook his head. "I guess you just need to try harder or entice them with something else."
Sarcasm was his middle name and bantering was his bitch, he could keep this up for the whole night if Mammon wanted a challenge of wits. That is, of course, until the man's sudden question left him feeling stumped for a short time. The Zoan actually was drawn up short as he legitimately thought about what could be the price for his soul. He was content with how his life was going on so far and he didn't have any regrets besides perhaps not seeing Walker's descent into darkness and helped the treeman out of it when there was probably still time and having dealt with Arias before she could have caused so many problems in the long run.
A stray thought pulled at the forefront of his mind, and the Zoan swallowed as he thought about it. 'If there was one thing I'd want no matter was would be... to have my parents standing right beside me, alive and well again...'
The moment was broken with Mammon's scathing comment, earning a deadpan look from the wolfman. "You talk like you're any better at the flirting game, Mammon. You probably think calling them something like "Flat-chested sow" is the ultimate compliment."
TAGS: Ruthven Marvolo Mammon @misfortune OOC NOTES: Awoo~ His Crane School attire is over yonder: i.imgur.com/3YMCBXD.jpg
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2017 17:35:10 GMT
Denim stood at the door until a strange man with long fangs and a thick accent greeted her at the door. She blinked at him and stated, "Ok, if you insist, I am a bit lost in these woods. And it's Jeanne not interesting human." She placed her hands on her hips and stepped into the building to find it really was some sort of mansion, thanks to its large interior, and had occupants in the form a big, black bipedal dog as well as the second demon to enter her life. This one was slightly taller then her and had big curved horns, pale eyes, and blond hair along with muscled silver skin. She heard all their comments upon entering that had been spoken and demanded, "Really, why is it every time I go somewhere people have to say something of my beauty good or bad. I-I don't usually mind it but today this ticks me off a bit." All of them would see her clench her right fist in anger. It glistened with an olive toned aura. Had she known better she wouldn't have done that but right now past events were keeping her from thinking rationally. There were at least two people in the room though who could equal or surpass her level of energy very easily. She was just very upset today.
Denim is charging an Explosive Fist [N1 Tier Technique] (Charge 1), 2/3 KP Remaining Mammon
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Ruthven Marvolo
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Post by Ruthven Marvolo on May 19, 2017 18:08:52 GMT
Ruthven blinked as he heard the wolf and the demon argue, looking at the guest entered with slight sass. Unfortunately, she started charging an attack and he swooped in and went to speak to her. "Please, there is no reason to be angry. Come vith me to my study, I'd like to speak to you if you're villing to come vith me. Perhaps you can vent in a non-physical manner before you end up destroying something Jeanne."
"Forgive my previous comments about calling you interesting human, I should have asked for your name previously." Offering a slight bow of apology, if Denim agreed he would turn and walk towards two grand doors at the other side of the party and opened them with calmness before shutting the doors behind them and heading for the study through another hallway blocked by doors; which read DO NOT ENTER, and spoke.
"Do not vorry about the sign, it is my personal ving of the building and I don't vant people trashing my possessions." He replied, looking back at her if they had come and would wait for her to come through the doors IF SHE'D FOLLOWED.
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Post by Mammon on May 20, 2017 14:39:27 GMT
Blood Sacrifice The Kindness Of Strangers
"Chasing bad guys." he made a shock horror expression dripping with so much sarcasm that you could knock out an elephant with it. "I hope there are none here," he said turning back to look at Mister Twilight himself. "Taking in a woman out of the rain into a private room doesn't sound suspicious AT ALL." he turned to Samba and mouthed the words 'WOMEN SUIT'.
His eye's sighted in on the energy gathering around Denim's hand like a shark drawn to slow moving swimmer, that's bleeding, that is making seal noises, and in the middle of the ocean. They blazed and with one fluid movement he raised his hand to his lip's and blew her a kiss before turning back to Clifford The Big Red Dog. "I think the flat-chested sow likes me."
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