Blood- Chapter one; The Inferno

[Zessoku]

It was over. Nothing too horrible had happened, it wouldn't leave too much of an impact on her life if the two recruits lived or died from this. Certainly, they would probably hate each other. And that could prove a benefit later on, though context would have to develop. Plotting them against each other, stealing something one would blame on the other... She did a lot of that back in Port Slaughter. Hatred was the easiest way to make money, and that didn't only include war. It was also interesting to see the results, though usually they didn't end up as hectic as this squabble between the demonic and rotting figures. Zessoku made a note to remember their names the next time she heard them, and also noted that magic users tended to be more dangerous than regular people.

Ah, speaking of which, there came a creature of darkness and blood... who happened to like plants. When that girl shoved a bottle of alcholics into Zessoku's hands and mentioned a party, it was quite clear some fun times had been missed. "Really? That's awful. I love parties." They make excellent excuses to do things that would otherwise be inexcusable. Sometimes people don't even remember the events, but of course if it affected them it could remain in their subconcious. Not that she's actually had any actual successes in the matter, she just reasoned that it would be logical to happen, is all. That said, time to conduct RESEARCH! If she was going to find the 'Graveyard of Thought' for memories.... Hmmm maybe 'Cemetery of Being' would be better? Anyways... She had to confirm forgotten memories remain in the subconcious. And for that, Research!

Zessoku took a swig of the rum Lucilia had given her.

The black-clad woman then raised her free hand out, acting like she was falling backwards.

But that was a feint!

Zessoku quickly lurched forward and her outstretched went for Lucilia's chest!

One hard grope or two and then a slap to the vampire woman's face! Stir up conflicting emotions, see the results! Well, it was either that or go see her room then sleep, but that was boring.

Of course, the strange woman's excuse would be: 'Sorry, I'm drunk.'

[Lucius Cypher]

Lucilia looked at the Archmage he left, seemingly exasperated. It was while Lucilia was was distracted that Zessoku she decided to cope a feel. Lucilia looked at Zessoku with a mix of confusion and pleasure, unsure if she was suppose to be unhappy. And then Zessoku slapped her. In her drunken state, she was too wasted to really form any coherent words or think of anything with a strait mind, and after wobbling a bit, Lucilia smiled. She actually felt that slap, unlike many other times before. Her sense of touch was dull, and because she could not feel pain, she never could feel pleasure. She wasn't sure if Zessoku was that strong, or if Lucilia was just drunk enough, but she wanted her to do it again. So Lucilia leaned forward and grabbed Zessoku by the shoulders, moving her face much too close then it should. "Do... Do that again." Then Lucilia moved her face in, pressing her forehead against Zessoku. The vampire pressed her body against Zessoku, leaning on her. The smell of alcohol could be smelled in her breath. Their lips were only an inch apart.

Karnage couldn't really tell what was happening, as he was trying his best not to care. He felt someone drag him to a fireplace, where the heat from the flames reminded him of the time he was in the library. That was a pleasant memory. As Pylia continued to speak to the other humans and heal him, one of them draped some sort of cloth over him. Karnage looked wide-eyed at him, thinking that he was being trapped underneath a net of sorts. But the cloth was not that heavy, and it warmed him somehow. Then, the human took out a knife... And a piece of meat. He cut off meat and fed them to Karnage. He was unsure if he wanted to, but he was at the mercy of the humans. If they really wanted to kill him, Pylia wouldn't be here, and that knife would be in his heart right now. So Karnage ate a bit, not really expecting to actually be fed. He was confused. It was only a few minutes before that he was in a fight with Uicle, where even the Archmage intervene and destroyed one of his precious lances. And yet here he was now, being given warmth, healing, and company. It reminded him of a very faint memory; his childhood. His mother once treated him like this, after an incident that he does not remember well. He was tucked onto a mat, kept warm from the winter cold. He was given pieces of meat every so often, just like now. As he laid there being healed, he was given more to eat. He recognized some as fruit, something that was a delicacy to him, but the other thing he was unsure of. It had a strong smell, and it was a strange color. Normally he doesn't eat things without someone else eating it first (to make sure it was edible or not poison), but because of the kind treatment he was given, he decided to trust them just enough to eat a piece. It was pleasant. As Karange was being healed, he scratched a few words into the ground, which were difficult to decipher because he could not see his handwriting. But it said thank you.

[Zessoku]

Hmm, not quite the results she was expecting. This was quite... intimate. Really, with that alchohol which seemed to be very heavy, Zessoku felt she could just close the distance and...

Zessoku kissed her. No tongue of course, no sane person would do that with a drunk vampire. Because really, Zessoku was sane right now. ... In the strictist sense, of course. Which was why she bit Lucilia's lips a bit, dropping the bottle of liquour and going all in for the opposing woman's chest. For research, of course. Because right now, Zesssoku was completely and utterly sane. Her thoughts were clearish and pristineish, and her reaction time was good enough! Completely sane, her lips parted, her reach went lower and behind...

Then the woman swung around, firmly grasping Lucilia's waist to her body. She lifted the vampire, arched her back, and fell backwards, Lucilia's head and back taking the full force of the fall away from Zessoku. The later rolled away, standing up and dusting herself off. After all, she was perfectly sane. She was just thinking weirder solutions than normal, is all. Zessoku felt she had succeeded, believing that should be enough to sufficiently confuse a person if they keep those memories in their subconcious.

[Rtron]

Uicle woke up with a start. He was in a bed, in an apparent infirmary, and felt sluggish. His chest felt like it was on fire and, looking down, he could see that the wound had just finished healing. Okay, I knocked the demon unconscious, but, he shoved a lance through my chest. Thus, I declare the fight a tie.. Getting up slowly and groaning, Uicle walked slowly out of the infirmary noticing with interest that the demon was being treated with kindness by Pylia and others "So that much kindness does exist, interesting." He muttered. His golem followed him as he walked into the courtyard just in time to see Zessoku slam the vampire into the ground. Uicle chuckled lightly, his chest still hurting. "Well, that was certainly interesting. What possessed you to do that?" Uicle asked Zessoku walking over and looking at the vampire. His little wooden man came running into the courtyard, left behind by the arch-mage, and used the vampires head as a springboard to get on Uicles arm then clamber up to his shoulder. Uicle gave a whistle. The iron dagger, followed by the axe he had taken flew over to his hands and then were secured in his belt. Uicle stretched groaning slightly. "The demon gave a good fight that's for sure."

[Lucius Cypher]

Lucilia was dazed for a moment. She felt that... And it felt good. seconds after getting slammed into the ground, Lucilia got to her feet, and wrapped her arms around Zessoku waist. Due to convenient positioning, Lucilia was getting a face-full of Zessoku undies (assuming she wears any), nuzzling her head into Zessoku loins. "Again, again! Do it more!" Lucilia went from drunk to plain horny, and upon seeing Uicle up, she was having strange cravings. Sticking her head between Zessoku ample thighs, Lucilia called out to Uicle in with a drunken grin. "Heeeeey Ulceeeer! Do you're parts still work?!" Lucilia pressed Zessoku thighs around her own neck, moaning erotically as she was starting to feel the ecstasy of Zessoku muscular legs choking her. It was like she had the most wonderful pillow wrapped around her neck, keeping her wrap.

[Zessoku]

... She was like some kind of masochistic dog in heat. "For research. Currently considering whether it was worth it or not. But for now..." Like some sort of ragdoll, Zessoku lifted her leg and tumbled off to the side to get away from that hyper vampire. Nearly ending up face flat in the ground, she managed to get her balance and turn around to say her goodbyes. "I need to wait until that... state gets over with. Maybe sleep for the night. Good luck with her." A hop back with a leg landing early to pivot around, Zessoku raced away to leave the doubly near dead man and the... something vampire alone. She could feel her center of balance shift mentally as well as a clear lack of... clearness for her thoughts. That was some ridiculous wine that herbampire had. Hopefully it wouldn't do any lasting damage to her body. Even with vitalimancers here, she wasn't sure they could heal something that was rotting her insides. Rotting... Huh? Ah, maybe... Wait?? Was there an idea there? Where? Now she couldn't even think.

At least she found her room on the second try. It was a bit gaudy, but there wasn't an inefficiency in it. A research table... cabinets... Ah, there was the bed.

Pomf.

[Rtron]

Well.....Lucilia certainly has interesting....tastes.. Uicle thought before he was asked a question by Lucilia, in response, he just chuckled and began to slowly walk away in response to Lucilia's question "Note to self, never get her drunk." When Zessoku ran away, Uicle followed as best he was able. Meaning he did a slow fast walk towards the dorms in hopes of getting to his room before the....unsettled....vampire caught up to him. Highly unlikely as the vampire could most likely catch up to him but, Uicle didn't feel like using any more spells and he didn't want to get in another fight. Oh gods if I can just get through this night without being molested or injured by the vampire I'll be happy. Uicle thought/prayed silently. His little wooden man was still sitting comfortably on his shoulder waiting for either orders or anything that needed to be done. The golem lumbered behind him waiting to protect him, it's senses in high alert ever since the battle between the demons.

[Valendreth]

Rendar stood, awkwardly, watching the two. At first they had just kissed, but then they began wrestling and putting things in suggestive areas. There were so many things he was unsure of; should he leave, should he stay? Is he aroused by this or not? SHOULD he be aroused by this or not? He tried to think about it, but he really couldn't think at all. Whatever Lucilia had given him to drink, it was finally at it's full potential. He was oblivious to everything around him except for the two women rolling around on the ground. "Erm..." Rendar began. "What.... what did you put *hic* in my drink?" He managed to notice Uicle coming over, and for some reason got really happy. Rendar stumbled over to him and said, "Hey zombie man! You look like you could.....*hic*...like you could use a drink. That vampire lady gave me one! Rendar laughed again and looked at Uicle. His mask was just a black blur, but Rendar wasn't sure if he was too drunk or if it had always been like that. Then he noticed the wooden man on Uicle's shoulders, and he got even happier. "WHOA. I want one!" Rendar said, trying to grab the wooden man as he jumped over his hands. He had no idea that there was a hulking golem ready to smash his face in. He was too busy trying to catch what he thought was the coolest thing ever.

[Lucius Cypher]

Lucilia could do nothing Zessoku simply left her, as he was going to fast, and Lucilia's own intoxication was just kicking in. Rendar seemed to have been struck with the poison as well, as his speech was slurred and his movement sluggish (though Lucilia's eyes anyways). She could faintly make out the shape of Uicle as well, but for some odd reason, she zeroed in on the little man on his shoulder. It amused her. But when she saw Rendar reach for it, she became defensive. "H-heeey, punk! Don't touch Ulcer's wood!" Lucilia stumbled after Render and Uicle, her footsteps uncoordinated and slow. She managed to get to Render and wrapped her arms around him, leaning on him for support. That's when Lucilia saw the golem, but she saw him as a large, muscular man, with two phallic objects erected through his ears. "H-hey, hey, HEY! That... That looks, uh... Like... Horns. Hard horn, neh? We, we should take turns. *hic*" Lucilia began to loose the feeling in her legs, relying on Rendar to hold her up. She still had the bottle of stuff that got her into this state, and held it up to Rendar's mouth. "Take it easy! Ulcer, make love to-*hic*" Lucilia laid her head on Rendar's shoulder, her mind a bit away now.

[Valendreth]

Rendar almost had the little wooden man, when he was suddenly attacked from behind. Well, attack is an overstatement. Lucilia had wrapped her arms around him and pulled him away from the wooden man. No...! he thought, as the wooden man escaped his grasp. Rendar felt quite sad, and probably would've cried right there, but his attention was now on the giant standing before him and Lucilia, whom had already practically passed out on him. A bottle of alcohol was put up to his mouth, and Rendar took two more giant gulps from it. He felt practically no burn whatsoever, just a slight tickle. So much was happening around him and Rendar couldn't keep up with it. He fell backward onto his rear end, Lucilia still wrapped around him. He could do nothing but stare at the hulking creature as it looked down at them. Rendar was sure it would attack them, but he was unusually calm. "Fun party, Luhseela." He tried to say Lucilia, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate. His eyes drifted shut and he laid down on the ground, finally passed out from the combination of vodka and drugs.