Cherrywitch

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@FallenTrinity Err I never got it but I've never used discord so... what's it for, again?

Oh Waiter! Another Human Please! (Supernatural RP)

I was going to post for Victoria, but I forgot so I'm just going to edit it in.

Before I do, does anyone want their human to be owned by a slightly crazy succubus?

Oh Waiter! Another Human Please! (Supernatural RP)

James Kaleb
_{Interactions: Marcellus@EmzyOfNeverland
Location: Marcellus' Room
Species: Human, rare blood}

"What the hell are you—?" But before he could question the insanity of what was happening, his wrist was snatched from his side, though he had tried to pull away. The pretty blue eyes, once calm and soothing like a beautiful ocean, were frantic with terror as they glittered in the reflection of the silver blade.

The boy winced, jumping back as his hand was sliced open, fingers twitching with the pain as the crimson liquid seeped from the cut. Still, he wasn't strong enough to pull away from the lycan. James' bright eyes opened wide again with confusion and shock as his palm was pulled to the other man's lips.

As soon as the blood hit Marcellus' tongue, it would be obvious it was special. It was sweet and smooth, the metallic taste usually stinging in human blood was nearly not there but rather an addicting taste that, if he were a vampire, would be hard not to drink every last drop. Even the scent boasted it's rareness, delicate and intoxicating.

James didn't seem to notice, too preoccupied with the now healed area on his palm that was so recently injured. He shakily took his hand back, running his other hand's index over the soft skin of his palm, somehow instantaneously healed. "You... how did you...?" James raised his soft gaze back to the man on the outside of the cage, heart pounding in fear for what he did not know. "W-Who are you? What are you? Where am I, am I in hell?" He asked, voice breaking with his terror. Each syllable held so much fear behind it, it was almost sad enough to make you feel bad for James. Almost...

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Lady Victoria Morte
_{Interactions: Cianna@Mae The Manager@Doc
Location: Lobby
Species: Succubus}

Lady Victoria, understandably, was unamused. A human hunt? These little games certainly weren't focused for succubi, how speciest! Succubi don't chase after little maggot humans, their slaves come to them like a bug to a flame. Well, then again, maybe that would make this whole little game quite easy for her. She'd only have to place herself in the proximity of the humans and the male ones would easily flock to her. Maybe she should play it sweet and charming to make them think they're getting a good deal? That would be fun.

Plus, she needed new humans anyway. Her last group of slaves had hung themselves because she wouldn't love any of them individually, or they killed each other out of jealousy for her affection. It's no fun for a succubus without brain-washed minions!

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@FallenTrinity Sorry if it's rather short. I'm tired, man. ;-;

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Niflheim Sokolov

The Violet Reaper
Location: Headquarters
Interactions: @FallenTrinity

I have a bad feeling about him, but... I suppose he's right.

Hesitant, the Ukrainian woman met his pace beside him, but didn't make eye contact. Rather, she folded her purple gloved hands together before her, keeping her golden gaze at her feet.

"As you've said, you don't hang around with others often. And I'm not the friendliest person here. So you must have another reason for inviting me along with you rather than just wanting a companion." The words were cold. He obviously had a motive, but Violet Reaper couldn't put her finger on it. She didn't care if she seemed rude, she was annoyed already, and she didn't feel like being bothered.

Still, she went along didn't she? Reaper's shoulders visibly softened. "... Apologies. I don't mean to be brash. Thank you, for talking up for me back there. It was very kind of you." She offered lightly, still avoiding looking at him. She wasn't one for interaction, after all...

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@Emuxe Teehee.

@FallenTrinity I'll post tomorrow morning, because I don't want to leave everyone else behind and post so quickly after my last one.

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@FallenTrinity XD Cheerywitch? I guess I'm a pretty happy person.

Please tell me that was on purpose.

_{It's at least better than what poor Exume-sama got stuck with}

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@FallenTrinity And they're both going to

Take over the world

_{Possibly alongside an Ukrainian chick with anger issues
Seriously, who gave her a giant scythe?}

For the Glory of The Empire

@SanaChan I recently posted so that's why I was waiting... ^_^"

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Niflheim Sokolov

The Violet Reaper
Location: Headquarters
Interactions: @Emuxe @FallenTrinity mentions @SpookySquid

As Pickles left, Violet Reaper took that not as a motion for peace but rather a challenge. It meant to her that he did not care about her anger, that now that he had stolen from her one of the only things she's ever craved with all her heart he no longer had use for her. This only further infuriated the Ukrainian woman.

But before she could attack the useless slob, Danzo had said something that hurt. It hurt her very soul.

A... temper tantrum? You shatter my dreams before my eyes and you are telling me I'm having a temper tantrum?! Niflheim ground her teeth, nails digging into her gloved palms. Was this some sick joke? Was it opposites day?! This was ridiculous, how could this be happening?!

Shakily, she put away her scythe on her back, head lowering in repressed anger. This... wasn't fair...

But then, an unrecognized voice spoke on her behalf. Violet Reaper raised her golden eyes with surprise. How did she not notice him there before? Who was he? Niflheim could only vaguely remember his face. An A-rank like her, right? But what did he care of her?

It didn't matter. The bottom line was that she lost to a poor excuse for a man, Mrs. Pickles. The very name made her sick.

Pumpkin Witch had left already somewhere during the outburst, afraid the scythe-wielding woman would turn on her now second-most hated person in the room. Violet Reaper swung away from the group, anger glowing in her wake as she exited.

But that same man from before stopped her, asking for a chat. "What is it you want from me? I'm not in a particularly good mood." It was evident that Violet Reaper was on a hair trigger of sorts. One wrong word could mean many attacks from her scythe if Jayce couldn't convince her quickly to come with him. "If it's about my... tantrum, there is reason for it." She practically spat the word, filled with venom with each syllable.