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Post by Samba on May 22, 2017 14:34:16 GMT
| Blood Sacrifice |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 216,584 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,465,344 / SUPPRESSED |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
"Yeah, I hope so too," He drawled with a sardonic air around him, but then his attention was caught by the girl that just came in as she seemed to have lost her temper for a few seconds, a menacing aura surrounding one of her fists and dripping with energy ready to be unleashed at any second. His eyes narrowed as he surreptitiously shifted his stance to act at any moment notice should she suddenly turn violent, but then the esteemed host came to the rescue as he offered the girl to accompany him to his office for...something that he didn't really care about so long as she behaved and didn't cause trouble for the rest of the partygoers.
Though Mammon's silent comment mouthed silently brought a snort of amusement from the large and muscular Zoanthrope.
If she followed he'd loosen his stance and appear normal again, but if she kept the attitude she'd have to deal with him first before she could harm anyone else in this building. Should the latter occur and she was sent away, he'd turn towards Mammon and quite suddenly dope slap the back of his head. "Foolish fool, you don't call a woman that to her face, nor from her hearing distance. That's just calling for her to claw your eyes out." Satisfied that he had gotten his point across, or so he thought, the Zoan instinctively reached a hand towards the table and grabbed another piece of pork chop with a fork laying nearby and popped it in his mouth, chewing with his muzzle closed as he appreciated the flavors that burst across his tongue.
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 22, 2017 14:50:19 GMT
Denim's eyes flashed across the room turning green themselves for a brief moment while she glanced at the cat calling demon blowing her kisses, then to the kinder gentleman at the door bowing and asking her to come with him, and finally to the giant dog slapping the demon across the back of the head (even though he took a defensive stance to defend himself from her.) He would then sit and eat a small amount of cut pork with a fork of all things.
Denim powered down and silently thought to herself some of these words. I must be dead again somehow. I have ended up with some pretty insane people. The gentleman leading me to his study seems nice enough so I guess I can follow him and meet up with the giant, talking dog later.
This claming sense of thoughts allowed her to power down and the aura in her fist and eyes disappeared. She then sauntered after the gentleman in red towards his study down his hallway where the "DO NOT ENTER" sign rested on the door. The last thing she'd look at besides that hall space was the demon who blew her a kiss.
"I'm going to smash you badly in the face later..." she warned him, "...if you disrespect me again. I've dealt with your kind before and although they were bad you're really bad."
That was all she would tell Mammon before opening the door and stepping into the room of Ruthven. It'd be up to this man to determine whether she was able to stay or not separately or with all the fools in the dining space. This was simply because she was the newest arrival here and the man in charge was clearly him, as he was the owner of this place."
Note: Ki Charge Dropped, 2/3 KP Remaining
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Post by Ruthven Marvolo on May 22, 2017 15:23:27 GMT
Ruthven awaited the woman, who snapped angrily at the rude demon. Making a note to possibly ask Mammon to leave if he continued his behavior, Jeanne followed him into his study. Awards lined the wall for achievements in medical procedure, while the study seemed to be quite modest. It was lined with bookshelves on three of the walls all neatly organized, and sighing gently the vampire pulled a seat away from the front of his desk.
"Please sit, Jeanne. I must apologize for the rudeness of a fev guests here, and ask if you vould perhaps like any tea? I can send for some from the kitchens if you vish." His voice was accented; a sort of British way. The vampire would then spread his right arm towards the bookshelves. "If you vish to read as vell, you may."
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Post by Mammon on May 23, 2017 13:54:11 GMT
Blood Sacrifice Everybody Loves Mammon
"Really-?" he said feigning shock and surprise, this woman wanted to claw out his eye's? So did everyone else she'd have to join the line. "So I'm not meant to call her a white-haired bimbo, or Juggs mcgee." he rolled out a cigar in the palm of his hand weaving it through his finger's and over his knuckles in what can be best explained as coin tricks minus the coin. "I'm learning a lot today, oh. That reminds me I hardly even know you, why don't you tell me about yourself dog?"
He stuck the cigar in his mouth with a 'pop' and moved it along his lip's in one smooth motion, putting a finger to it, it began to smoulder and smoke. "So you're a part of a gymnastic team or something Sam? I think our host said something about that." a cloud of smoke bubbled up out of his mouth in a roiling mass of dark grey vapour, it smelt like burning tar and had pretty much the same taste. A fine vintage for smokers everywhere.
What the hell was he doing, or more precisely what in hell was he going to be doing. This party put the D in dull and also paid for its kids to go to college and have an extension on its house, and here came this easily angered doll. He was going to work this woman for every ounce of entertainment. "Perish the thought to disrespect you." he heard the door 'creak-!' before he saw it slowly turned to look at her with this grin that made you want to punch him and everyone else who had the audacity to smile. "Sugar tits."
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Post by Samba on May 24, 2017 15:31:59 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 slowly closed his eyes and asked the higher deities that dotted the galaxy for patience because if they gave him strength... He shook his head from any sort of violent thought that wanted to surface, most of which was to slap Mammon repeatedly across the face and see if that kickstarted his brain cells to not make an ass of himself but no matter how much he wanted to do it he needed to save face and not appear like a savage beast.
Or so Beryl would say if he ever caught wind of his behavior in such a nice setting quite like this one he found himself under. It's funny, the name would have brought a pang to his heart months ago but now it merely brings a small throb across his heart that he could definitely say wasn't longing but merely a concern for the dark-skinned man and wherever he might be at the moment.
He contended himself with eating the pork chops so readily offered on the table, though he made sure he kept an eye on Mammon less he did something unsavory or downright stupid to another guest. The question brought upon him drew him a little short but he quickly recovered as he swallowed the meat and cleared his throat. "Well, I'm currently the Master of the Crane School, as I'm sure you must have heard a few minutes ago. I like pretty much anything that would bring me peace and dislikes most things that would desire to break it, like unnecessary war and such. My hobbies are to tend to the school's garden and make sure everything there is tidy and taken care of..."
He blushed a little bit, the dusting of pink easily hidden by his dark fur, his other hobby was a bit more personal but since he had nothing to lose and he could easily bitchslap Mammon if he tried to act smart he figured it was okay to say it. "And to practice my Haiku." It was a hobby he recently had stumbled upon and he could easily say that he liked it, it brought him peace and made him think of new ways to make it good, not perfect but at least passable.
His blush disappeared as he heard the man's retort towards the woman, a deadpan look settling upon his features. "You're the salt of the earth, Mammon." He said that phrase with so much sarcasm it was practically dripping with it.
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 25, 2017 0:09:57 GMT
Denim found herself entirely flustered by this house. She didn't know why she was here other then to get her bearings the forest she accidentally landed in. Instead, she now found herself being taunted by a raunchy demon, kind of ignored yet respected by a giant dog, and really strangely respected by a normal human and the owner of the house. She made her way into the study and sat across from Ruthven when he pulled out the seat. She noticed his odd number of awards and the huge volumes of books that literally swallowed all the room's wall space. If she knew that she was going to soon come under a great change that would alter her forever she wouldn't have sat down and left the premise right away based on what she'd seen. But the man inviting her in seemed okay for now. "Just kind of man are you?" Denim stated folding her legs together and bending in towards the vampire. "I have never been in a house that's so strange nor heard of a man with a thick accent like yours that has as many accomplishments as your walls present." Denim then pointed at herself and asked, "What exactly do you want from a woman like me? If it's a great deal of pleasure, well, I can't offer that as your demon friend seems to indicate with his mockery. Beyond that I'm just a nobody you really should not have around you." Denim was being extremely modest now for her strength was so great she could either blast or even possibly just lift the house out of its foundation in an instant. She had the growing strength of a super human that in the minds of normal humans now might match that of a Saiyan or the robots that had threatened them in the past. There was something odd about this whole situation but Denim likely felt she could fit in for now, which is why she didn't speak any further and waited for her two questions to be answered. Ruthven Marvolo Mammon Samba
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Post by Ruthven Marvolo on May 25, 2017 1:41:45 GMT
Ruthven opened the door briefly as someone brought in wine, a rather fine wine freshly imported at the height of it's taste. Closing the door, he shut it behind himself and decided to sit behind the very neat desk. Getting the two glasses, he popped the lid off the wine and poured some.
Unbenownst to the human, he'd laced the drink with something in her glass while she looked around to make her sleepy and groggy. "On the contrary, I don't mind having guests no matter vow strong they may be. I don't see a thing wrong vith you, but allvow me to at least give you a drink of vine.
"It is a favorite of mine, as you see I just unsealed the cap. If you are vorried I poisoned the drink, I vill drink my glass." With that, he would drink from his glass and set it back down. "As for my achievements, I am a very respected surgeon and biologist." Ruthven seemed quite calm, sipping from the drink in his glass one more.
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Post by Mammon on May 26, 2017 13:45:30 GMT
Blood Sacrifice Out The Door
"Anyway, it was nice meeting you Sam. And good luck with the gymnastic finals, I'm sure your team will do great." this party was a bust, he thought he was in for a night of carnal pleasure and he was a little disappointed when there was no dark robes, no goat sacrifices and most of all no 'activities'. "Tell Captain long hair I said thanks for the, actually don't tell him thanks." he pinched his hand togeather and brought up his thumb and flicked the cigar end over end smearing ash across the food in a single arc, it was a good shot. "I'm off to break people's peace, start unnecessary wars and tear up school gardens." he turned and went for the door his cape flapping behind him. "BYE."
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Post by Samba on May 26, 2017 15:46:55 GMT
| Blood Sacrifice |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 216,584 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,465,344 / SUPPRESSED |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
His fork stopped inches from touching another piece of food as particles of ash fell in an arc across it, instantly his mood soured. "Oi! I'll break your face next time if you do that again!" The Zoan threatened with a knife brandished tightly in one paw. His green eyes glaring at Mammon's back as he watched him leave, his mind actually wondering if he should go and apprehend him on the spot considering he WAS a criminal in the eyes of the Galatic Patrol and if he left the BBA Police to get a hold of him it might make the Premier loosen the leash he had on their necks.
In the end, he decided against it, there were way too many people here and anything could go wrong if Mammon suddenly decided to grab a hostage and make a clean getaway with the meat shield. His eyes narrowed some more as he gritted his teeth. 'Show your face to me again, bud, I dare you. You won't like what will happen to you next time. That's a promise.' With a huff, the Zoan inched his fork towards the food that hasn't been touched by the ash, he won't let the vermin's parting shot ruin the night for him, at least not yet.
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 29, 2017 23:38:21 GMT
"Hm, you being a scientist definitely seems to be the case, but what kind are you?" Denim stated while she continued to eye the walls for a few moments longer. She then turned back to Ruthven Marvolo while he drank his wine after which she picked hers up. Her lips went to it and with a small sip she downed the top layer of wine in her glass leaving two thirds of it left. "I don't usually... drink... wine but for some-some reason this is really go-od," Denim stated her words quickly slurring as she spoke while still holding the glass. Her eye lids fell over top of her eyes causing her to black out for a moment before she forced herself to try and stay awake by slamming her hands to her knees. "I fee-l something good, maybe bad in thi-s dri-nk." She muttered. Before she knew it the woman hit the desk they were sitting at softly with the front of her face and slouch to one side. A loud "SNORE!!!" erupted from her lips before it softened and with that Ruthven could start his work knowing she was asleep. The only problems he faced now were cleaning up the wine he poured after she let go of it moments later and let it hit the floor, and, making a way to move her from where she was to somewhere else to do his work if he needed to. Ruthven Marvolo Samba
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Post by Ruthven Marvolo on May 30, 2017 2:12:10 GMT
Ruthven merely smiled quietly to himself as his guest drank the wine, seemingly not a stranger to drinking the beverage as she soon fell asleep, trying to stay awake as his blood began to boil with anticipation.
This strong woman was soon going to be one of them, with her asleep he stood and made his way over to the white haired sleeping beauty. With a quiet chuckle, the vampire would begin to slowly sink his teeth into her neck. Being careful not to kill, he drank a bit of her blood before drawing back, awaiting her turn into a vampire.
(Turning @misfortune into a Vampire as per her request!)
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Post by Samba on May 31, 2017 19:34:47 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 leaned back against his comfortable chair and patted his full stomach, nonchalantly using a claw to pick at his fangs before using the tablecloth to clean it. He looked around at the partygoers, seeing that everything was pretty much calm and easy even while the host was away without having an eye out there to make sure nothing was amiss.
He hummed under his breath as the image of that girl from before floated at the forefront of his mind, the Zoanthrope couldn't help but wonder what exactly the host and that girl were talking about that was so important he escorted her to his office.
One possible conclusion danced in his mind, the thought bringing an embarrassed blush across his cheeks even as he snickered in amusement. "Well... so long as he's not doing anything untoward and against her will, it's not really my problem." He stood up and stretched a bit before looking around once again to see what he could do to amuse himself a bit more than merely eating the host out of his home.
TAGS: Ruthven Marvolo @misfortune OOC NOTES: Awoo~ His Crane School attire is over yonder: i.imgur.com/3YMCBXD.jpg
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 1:07:24 GMT
The bite Ruthven made on Denim's neck wasn't all that so it didn't wake her but inside her head a number of strange things happened. Denim found herself walking in an area filled with light. She knew she was asleep at this point but when Ruthven started sucking on her blood the light began to get swallowed by darkness just as she was starting to try and formulate dreams in her head. "What's-what's going on I should be starting a dream here but..." Denim groaned. Outside her mind Denim's body writhed as the bite infected her body causing her mind's landscape to change and her body to begin to as well. The woman unconsciously opened her eyes in the real world whereupon they turned red. Inside Denim's head this effected her by turning the entire area of pitch black darkness into a red hued landscape. "The heck..." she thought as she suddenly collapsed to her knees. The body she had out in the real world fell to the floor as her heart stopped beating and continued to twist more violently. The veins inside her swiftly shut off and with the pulse of her heart ending so did her life and her dream state. Denim stood frozen in the red hued world she was in and saw nothing moving at all not even herself but yet she found she could still talk. "I should be waking up now right?" Denim muttered she had yet to realize she had fallen asleep and died from Ruthven's bite. Yet her trauma wasn't over. Vampires, which he was trying to make her become, didn't die easily. Though her heart stopped beating along with her organs her mind suddenly went to work attempting to wake her. It did so by activating her saliva glands. She drooled not knowing outside her head she was hungry for blood but found that in her mind that a strange sense of hunger was overcoming her. Images of cakes and ice cream and sweets started to pop up in her dead brain, however, they soon turned red and became awfully large pools of blood. It was enough to wake her and with a dangerously quick jump to her feet the new vampire awakened much different then before. Not only in terms of hunger but other things as well. Her body parts shifted within her as she rose to her feet and the usually extremely flat chested woman found as she opened her eyes and stood that her bosom was far bigger then it had ever been before. Her hips suffered the same fate in the moments of her unconscious state to her now awakened state as the new vampire within her tried to enhance her beauty in order to do one thing. Allow other mortals to be drawn to her for the purposes of collecting their blood. The new woman looked down at herself and though Denim found it odd. She wasn't as shocked as she expected, "What is this? What have I become?" She stated looking at Ruthven for answers for she suddenly remembered this was his study and therefore had to be his doing based on their conversation. One that felt now like it was hours ago. Ruthven Marvolo Samba
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Post by Ruthven Marvolo on Jun 2, 2017 1:23:46 GMT
While waiting for her to turn and awaken, the vampire noticed one thing and that was the fact her bust and hips had grown; causing him to raise his dark brown eyebrows but say nothing more. Skimming lazily through the bookshelves while the time passed, he raised an eyebrow.
"One of my friends bit you, it seemed he vanted you to become vat is commonly called a vampire ven I requested he come in to clean the vine you spilled ven you fell asleep. I am very sorry for vat you just vent through. Though I must say you look a bit better than before, perhaps I may be a bit biased myself."
Ruthven's voice was calm and twinged with convincing sadness, milky brown eyes seemingly upset. "I vas bitten too you knov. I am not very sure vho did it, but it happened right in this very study von day ven I had returned from vork." Pulling down the collar of his red outfit, it revealed two tiny pinprick holes where he had been bitten.
Part of him indeed felt honestly horrible for every person he turned, but he turned them as opposed to killing them as in his eyes, killing was worse than changing them. He needed to drink to survive.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 11:41:46 GMT
"I-I so want to punch this foolish friend of yours!" Denim announced even while Ruthven seemed to gaze at her with sad, brown eyes and went as far as to show off his own bite mark. "Still... Being undead may have its advantages."
Denim definitely wasn't unaware of her body's alterations the moment she woke from turning into a creature of the night. She could clearly see under her black kimono like robes her bust had gotten quite huge. She was surprised the fabric of her clothes could still hold together considering said bust seemed to have grown four times bigger then her normal, flat chest was. Her hips were also the same giving her a rather new but surprising hourglass figure. She placed her hands on her newly developed hips and thought if she could only mind the pale skin and an odd desire within her to bite into flesh and drink blood she'd feel fine. Denim especially felt this urge increase as Ruthven put his collar back up and hid it from gaze.
Her stomach growled after this and she uttered, "I remember seeing a red landscape after being swallowed in darkness in my dream just now. When it was towards the end of it sweets appeared and melted into blood. i think my body's telling me to drink blood but I can't do it." She shook her head and now realized if there's one thing she seemed to want to hold onto it was her ability to eat real, solid food. "If I must drink blood let me go out and do it on my own if I'm really a vampire. I appreciate the comments on looking good but I can't play the role of a vampire, and remain a pretty woman from a distance, unless I strike out on my own you lonely man. I-I won't end up what you're looking like now." She wasn't unaware of the sadness in his eyes and felt in her mind this was a ploy possibly to get her to hang out with him. IF his friend had done this to him there was not much that could be said now, except it was best to end their time together as swiftly as possible. She'd have to live with it the best she could and try not to cause this man anymore trouble on her part.
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