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Post by Azovka on Sept 7, 2017 14:56:19 GMT
 Azovkas Power Level: 2,450 Transformations Available: Demonic Will (x3) Gyns Power Level: 50,000 ORIGINS Ah the sweet, sweet sound of the music. It calmed Azovka no matter how angered she was. Her head bobbed as she slowly descended the stairs into the Night Club, O.R.I.G.I.N.S.. Her Night Club. It was growing more and more popular by the day, everytime she came back there were more and more people dancing and in the club itself. As she entered the music only got louder when the door to the club opened, the flashing lights only serving to help set the mood better. She had to change the entryway to a door since a little rapscallion had managed to wander in before, Most were welcome but this late at night she could only allow certain folks inside. Above the general populace hung cages where more dancers resided, male and female both were in those cages. Were they forced there? Maybe... But maybe not, it was hard to actually talk to them since the majority of the time one was there they were 'locked' in the cages. Azovka's form, as always, was that of the Owner, a human wearing a red dress that came to her mid-thigh area. She wandered throughout the bar, mostly just keeping an eye on everything that was happening.
Gyn however was already in the bar when Azovka arrived, standing guard near the entrance just inside the club. Despite having only become a guard here recently, everyone was already aware of how much you didn't want to get on her bad side. She had already 'eliminated' several miscreants that had caused one too many problems here, but otherwise she remained very tame and docile and usually never bothered anyone. Thus it was that the tone and atmosphere of the night remained as energetic and dance-crazed as always, on the stage at the far back of the room there were roughly 14 people dancing together.
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Post by Dantalion on Sept 7, 2017 15:55:21 GMT
The rhythm of the music, the pounding of heart beats like drums in the deep. This was far from his scene but the energy, the pep and the drunken stench that permeated the air like death to a corpse enticed his attention through the alleyway, the music's rhythm the guiding of his steps with a hop and a skip. There wasn't much of a line, in fact, there was no line with such a discreet door. But nevertheless drawn to the sirens call he slowly moved towards the door, his fingers knocking with that graceful chime of a school kids secret knock and within the beat of a heart the door opened with a bang, an aged old bag looking in with unannounced joy as he took in his first few steps already feeling out of place in the bag of flesh he had chosen to wear out this night.
He slithered and wormed, a few people settled down at the front with a couple drinks in hand as he came to his first obstacle. Some Human as always, their face filled with the sort of docility a bouncer has. Sure they are calm now, but like a lion to prey, they could never wait to get their hands bloodied. He walked with a cautious step, his every movement still drawn on the given path to the intoxication of lights and amusement. There was nothing like this on Namek, not a damn thing similar and it got his blood pumping, his clothing visibly pulsating faster and faster as he sucked on a piece of saliva, rolling it around his teeth and trying to move his excitement elsewhere. Just... No. No, you are the future Guru. He thought to himself, the seeds had long since been planted and he was sure the minute he arrived back on Namek the position would be open.
He worked past the guardsman, hoping to not make a scene as he looked at the crowded environment, scantily clad women, shirtless men and empty cups hanging clutched on a few staggered fingers as they pushed back and forth with a pendulous swing on the chairs. He was in the position of a Dichotomy. He was far too young to be here, yet the way the skin sagged atop his brow, the way his bones creaked as if time itself had decided his bones, in particular, were to be haunted by times hollow embrace well, only an imbecile would think this relic of time to be a child.
With the confidence the only intoxication of noise, joy and what he only could call pheromones in the air, he took his seat at a barstool, swinging a few times in his seat before coming to a halt, his foot tapping almost in time, but disturbingly off, that inch, that single key off from being in time very well may be more irritating than someone who was off time by a few seconds. His scrawled fingers warm and brushed away to times iron erosion ran in a metronomic trance, this time completely out of tune with the music creating nothing short of a cavalcade of off beat noise.
He continued this farce until he was finally served on, his attention drawn to a board drawn up at the back of the club, his dullard's eyes vanishing in the movement of lights and colours that flicked and danced their way around the room with the grace of a cat. Hmm.... I don't know what any of this is.... He thought to himself, the words rambling on until a single recognizable word sprang into existence. Pringle... Yes, I recognize that. He waved over to the keeper if they had yet to be drawn to the hollowed out husk of a human, his words drawn out and darkened, morbid docile tones running along his vocal cords as he spoke with purpose and gothic intent. "Hello there. Just a pack of chips please." He was far from ready to drink alcohol especially on Earth, there were no people to keep an eye on him and a drunk is devil's play thing.
Current PL - 137, 690 Techniques Used: Shapeshift: Human Form
Demon Control [UT] - PL set to 3Azovka
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Post by Azovka on Sept 16, 2017 14:21:55 GMT
Azovkas Power Level: 2,450
Transformations Available: Demonic Will (x3)
Gyns Power Level: 50,000
As the music continued Azovka remained near the dance floor, watching all of the various dancers. Male, female, Saiyan, human, demon, all sorts of races and genders all intermingling together in this safe haven, the Origins was likely the safest place on earth right now where one could be themselves freely without fear of reprisal. Azovka however wished for her consumers to feel safe here, while there were demons in their true form here... The original owner of this Night Club was human. If a demon suddenly appeared saying they were the owner then things could turn out poorly, Azovka only slightly regretted killing the woman and 'disposing' of the body... only slightly though. Her demonic nature was still there, but she kept it in check for the most part. Thankfully the Makyo Star came out enough for her to release her pent up energy in a high of ecstasy, and it should be coming soon so she had no problem waiting for it. With the flashing lights only growing more rapid Azovka finally made her way away from the stage slowly, moving through the crowd with graceful almost cat-like movements. Her tongue slowly licking over her lips to moisten them as she made her way to the DJ, whispering something to him before making her way once more back towards the dance stage. As she made her way there the music suddenly stopped, the flickering lights came to a crescendo before going out completely. It left the entire Night Club in complete darkness, some of the other people that were there began murmuring to themselves and those around them. Some seemed concerned, some seemed enthralled as to what was about to happen. Those at the bar were silent, except for the bartender.
As Dantalion asked for the chips, The bartender was in the process of setting them down infront of the male as the lights and music vanished and he let out an audible, yet soft, chuckle "Ye came at the right time laddie." He told Dant, pushing the chips into his hands in the darkness "Pay attention to the dance floor, You'll understand soon."
 The music began anew, but different this time. An almost hypnotic melody began to play, a rhythmic beat following several more notes over and over. The clicking of heels resounded throughout the entire Night Club as flickering red lights began to slowly flash into existence before vanishing, more murmuring could be heard throughout the Night Club though the number that were enthralled began to rise. The lights flickered on faster and faster, in tune to the music. Each note seemed to cause its own light to appear, the pacing of the music starting to cause more and more to appear. The appearance of a female human form began to appear on the dance stage, walking towards the center. She held a mic in her hand, dressed in a red dress that came to about mid-thigh in the front, a black skirt underneath it that was shorter than the front of it, the back of it coming down to about mid-calf. A soft, almost hypnotic voice began to resound throughout the entire Night Club as the mic rose to her lips "Tonight there's a very special event, As the Owner it would be unfair to leave you all with just the usual dancers all the time..." A few simple words as the music seemed to change, the beats stopped as a single note played for but a moment before it seemed to change completely. The lights flickered extremely fast as the beat began anew, A 'thump' like beat as the entire Night Club seemed to flash red at each beat, the flickering red lights still racing about the room. Now however the female form was moving much faster, her form moving in what could almost be described as a hypnotic dance.OOC: Bad at describing dance, click the last video linked. That's what she's doing.
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Post by Dantalion on Sept 16, 2017 15:52:02 GMT
His fingers coiled and rolled, the can of Pringles passed along as he wrapped his spindly fingers around, a digit extending and piercing the silvery sheet like a nail through wood. His attention drew to the barkeep, brow raised that simply screamed curiosity as his head bent around, spinning on his chair to give a curious look. He didn't notice it at first, but his attention drawn the music seemed to dim, the lights faded for a second as his brow creased at the extravagance, the sheer 'Pay attention to me' Style of this orchestra of ego.
It was, foreign to him, toned and crave so much attention. To need and crave so much acceptance. Was that their goal? Did they need it? He was never in that position, far more happy to slink into the shadows. To be the forefront of attention in his slice of the Demon Realm brought ire and was a sure way to get bent down and spitting on shoes. And most importantly being the forefront of attention meant that if a mistake was made, everyone saw it. Which was partially why he watched, the slip-up, the joy that anyone got from watching it, whether Demon or Human that was the one constant everyone had. But he didn't really find it, he found the dance rather intense instead. The popping of bones, the way the legs switch back and forth with no real effect of friction. He directed it, divulged it and came to the conclusion. He didn't really know what dancing was and had nothing to compare it too. The clusterfuck of people on the dancefloor earlier made it hard to identify any distinct style, more or less a flailing of limbs tossed together like a crockpot of flavours that in the end left it devoid of any outstanding substance but when given the chance to direct he was swayed for that second. That briefest of slip-ups.
He broke his disguise.Was it long-lived? No, it was that second, that solitary second that the rune broke a shattering unheard but felt in his core, his eyes widening as he pressed a chip against his gnarled teeth, cracking it as he ran a finger along his pant-leg, his flesh shivering under its touch before his power level dropped back down to its falsity. The damage was done as he quickly scooped up his pringles, passing a few Zeni to the barkeep, an overabundance for what came to a quarter pack of Pringles and three-quarters air. "It really was a dance to envy." A word he hadn't spoken in a long time, and it was a skill he wouldn't mind attaining, but for the moment, he slipped up and needed a quick movement.
As the music danced, his feet moved in rhythm with the march, slipping and sliding of those few left bedazzled and entranced by the night hypnotism of the pops, the swinging of limbs and the way friction had held back from halting their movements. He would have said his own movements were a dance, swinging back and forth in a trance with the pitter patter of feet to the beat, but that was a stupid way to look at it. Not everyone could dance and this sure as hell wasn't one, this was a madman quickly pouncing through a bar to try and make sure he wasn't getting called out or noticed for what he thought might have been substantial enough to have attention drawn.
Azovka
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