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Lu
PrinceAlexus
Noctis
Izurich
KawaiiOtakuGirl
Fetzen
AliceInRedHeels
Lildear18
LovelyComplex
Location; Delirium
Interacting With; Valentin, and Leon @Viciousmarrow.
Mood; Wary → Scared/Angry → Tripping Balls
Two silhouettes made their way up an ominous set of stairs. The tall, dark haired Valentine guided his blonde companion, the newest Warden, to a place no man worth his skin ought to go, yet there was no fear set in those dark eyes of his. There was no emotion to him at all. He strode forth with purpose though. Not so long ago, Leon had left him in charge of showing the fresh meat how things were done. They were to be on the lookout for any trouble that might occur on the ground floor or any of the side passages within the club, but Valentin had other plans. Devious ones, in fact. There was a drastic change in scenery as they climbed the stairs. Where ground level was a decadent display of colors and sounds, the further up they went, the less decoration they saw. Everything seemed to deteriorate into a foreboding atmosphere, one that evoked a sense of dread and fear. By the time they had reached the end of the steps, there was no color, just dimly lit cement on both sides of them. A large, black door impeded their progress forward, adorned with a sign that warned them to turn back for nothing good awaited those who entered. However, on the other side, distant screams of pain could be heard. Something was definitely happening back there.
Valentin knew very well what horrors lay behind that door, but he showed no hint of it. What could pass as a concerned expression flashed onto his visage, and warily, he turned to Kayla. “It sounds like someone is in trouble… I think we ought to help them.” he whispered to her. “Prepare yourself, Kayla. There could be anything behind this door.” At least he gave her some kind of warning, but truly, there was no amount of preparation one could do once they glimpsed into the Maw. Slowly, he edged forward and put his hand to the lock. A purplish haze came forth and siphoned into the keyhole, and not a second later, the door was unlocked. The stealthy Subterfuge swiftly entered into the torture chamber, beckoning for his comrade to follow him.
Inside, a blood trail immediately greeted them. The crimson streaks went further down the chamber before they tapered off at another door at the opposite end. The concrete walls, adorned with heavy chains, showed evidence of violence: the remnants of blood splatters, chips missing from heavy swings of a blunt object, and even bullet holes. There were even torture devices in plain sight, some of them quite medieval in design. A rack, a wooden horse, and even a guillotine were the most notable of the horrible contraptions inside. It was quite obvious that no amount of partying went down here; this was a place where the Harts punished those that did them wrong. It was a familiar landscape to Valentin, one that he had seen on multiple occasions. He actually had his own personal key, but he had chosen to betray Kayla’s sense of trust. “By God…”
Kayla was...wary… Ever since Leon had requested that she meet with him at 8 for their training, she was ecstatic. A possible one on one with a man she absolutely admired and wanted, yet she was disappointed that he brought along the rest of his crew for a mission of utmost importance he had said. She sighed, knowing it couldn’t be helped, if there was trouble the Wardens would be there and since she was a Warden now, she’d be in the thick of it too. Still she believed that Leon would be by her side to train her, yet she was put under the charge of Valentin, his second in command. Not a bad deal by any shot, but still not the man she thought she’d be with tonight.
Although Kayla had heard of the place they were going to, she’d never actually been there before. That being said, she selected to use the same dress she would have worn at the rooftop party, had that of course not been so short lived. So here she was, in a lacy white dress, showing off more skin than she was normally comfortable with, and due to the color in complete contrast to the environment she was in. She and Valentin had been assigned to scope the ground floor, but it seemed he had other plans in mind as he began to climb the stairs, higher and higher until...Kayla felt a very foreboding feeling in the pit of her stomach. They reached some kind of door at the end of a long hallway, she could hear sounds from the other side...terrible sounds… Valentin gave her some assurance, they were Wardens after all, this was the kind of stuff she knew she’d eventually have to deal with, so why not now?
She clutched at her bracelet tightly, ready to summon her mech at a moment’s notice. Valentin had picked the lock using his powers and as soon as the door opened, the young girl’s face paled and her hands went to her mouth. What she saw was something someone would see in a horror movie, blood splatters, torture devices, markings in the wall; this was absolutely horrible. Valentin summed it up well in just two words, and the screams came again, ”Valentin...this is horrible, we can’t just let that poor girl suffer in here, we have to help her.” Kayla’s eyes were pleading, naive of whatever true intentions the Warden had for her.
The mysterious man had to give Kayla some credit. She was quite courageous for someone with no powers. Unfortunately, her bravery amounted to nothing when faced with treachery. Valentin let her speak her peace, but as soon as she stopped talking, a wave of his hand summoned forth black, eldritch tentacles that sprung from the ceiling and wrenched her hands apart. He let out a chuckle before he turned and faced his captive, another set of dark limbs summoned to hold her ankles as he did so. “The only poor girl in this building is you, my dear Kayla.” His words were spat out in mocking manner, a coy smirk splayed upon his dark face. “There’s been a change of plans for tonight. I won’t have the Wardens mucking around with Delphina’s party. The Mayweathers and my peers might end up fighting, and I do hope so, but we won’t be there to intervene.” he informed her. The robed Valentin stepped up to his captive until his face was just inches from hers. “No, tonight is going to be a festive night. For you, for me… For everyone.”
Suddenly entangled and trapped, Kayla’s eyes shot open wide with fear, ”W-What?!” Shock, fear, disbelief, these were the things Kayla felt, and as Valentin spoke his peace and drew himself closer to the shorter girl, anger suddenly entered the equation. ”Y-you bastard!” She whipped her head forward; hard. Smashing her skull right into the Warden’s face, ”How dare you! How dare you call yourself a Warden! You’re not going to get away with this!” She was angry, but she was scared, and all that was on her mind right now was Leon and how she desperately wanted, no, needed him to be here right now.
Pain split into Valentin’s skull as the unpredictable blonde smashed her head right into his own. Gritting his teeth and absolutely seething, he backhanded the insolent, little prat in a momentary fit of rage. “I see why they selected to you to be part of our family…” He stepped back a good foot, not daring to let her have another go at him. Holding a palm to his forehead, he could feel a small splotch of blood. How long had it been since anyone had been able to harm him? It felt like an eternity. His dark orbs loomed over her and he silently debated on what to do with the new addition to the Wardens. Obviously, there was no way she was going to go along with any of his demands. “I had hoped you would see it my way, Kayla. That we might have been able to come to some arrangement. Unfortunately, I don’t see that as a possible route.” Valentin’s tone was one of false sympathy. From beneath his black garb, he produced a syringe filled with a olive green liquid. Whatever substance lay dormant within couldn’t be anything good. “I want you to have a good time though. I won’t have any harm come to our precious Kayla. So, consider this my gift to you… My little initiation rite.” The warlock circled around the tiny blonde and approached her behind. Roughly, one of his cold hands gripped her hair and jerked her head back before he sank the syringe into the delicate flesh of her neck. ”This is an experimental drug. A sort of lust draft. You’ll lose all of you inhibitions and do deeds you normally wouldn’t. There’s no telling what the side effects might be… The only one I’m sure of is that you won’t remember tonight.” he whispered into her ear as the contents of the syringe began to course through her veins.
Kayla’s head whipped to the side as she received the backhand, but her head straightened back, her hair a little frazzled and her cheek stinging red. Her anger helped to dull the pain, but she was nonetheless still hurting from it. She was confused though, why would a Warden want the Wardens to not intervene it just didn’t make any sense. But when Valentin produced the vial, the anger suddenly subsided and fear took over as her eyes widened once again. She struggled in vain against her captor and as he circled around her, gripping her hair tight, Kayla let out a small yelp and felt a sharp pain in her neck. As Valentin spoke his words were already starting to fade out, ’Leon...please...help.’ the tiny blonde thought as a whole new world was suddenly unfolding before her. What was once fear and anger suddenly became...very, very hot, her body felt like it was on fire and her pupils dilated as the drug flowed through her veins. Her breathing became heavy and her body felt weak, her breaths came in pants, pleading and wanting, what was happening to her?
”You, like Leon, will fall to me. He wants to settle the war with peace. I won’t let that be the case though. One way or another, Delphina will swallow Mayweather whole. You and all of your peers will bow to us.” Valentin exclaimed his ideals to the fading girl, knowing fully well she would remember nothing of this. Pride welled in his bosom, a haughty arrogance that resonated in his very being. Satisfied with the work he had done tonight, he grabbed the woman by back of her dress and skirted her back downstairs. With no more business to conclude, the enigma that was Valentin Apostol vanished into the elite chambers above.
She felt her body moving, where was it going? Oh god it was so hot, she couldn’t believe the heat she was feeling and the huge amount of it that was welling up in between her legs. Suddenly she found herself in a throng of people, people she didn’t recognize, but it seemed like everyone was on her, touching her, feeling her, dancing with her. Every little motion sent shivers up her spine, pleasure she had never once felt before, God she just...just, wanted somebody, anybody. Leon...Leon was on her mind, where was Leon? She wanted him, Leon, Leon, Leon. Somehow she made her way through the crowds and slammed chest first into someone, looking up a lustrous smile graced her lips, ”Leon~”
The intoxicated Leon felt the presence of another collide straight into him, nearly tipping him over. At the sight of the golden locks of hair, his heart fluttered, guessing it might be the enchanting form of Amelia. As his skewed vision locked onto the face, he made out the prominent features of Kayla instead. Normally, he wouldn’t see a “coworker” as someone he could be with, but the alcohol in his system threw that out of the door. After all, she was just as gorgeous as Amelia. ”Kayla!” he slurred out before taking her hands and dancing in a silly manner with her. He didn’t seem to notice the change in her demeanor, nor did he wonder where Valentin had gone off to. Like everyone else in the club, he was living in the moment.
Oh my, he was dancing with her, but this wasn’t the dancing she had in mind, no, this was a club, and the bass was dropping real, real low. She twisted her body so that her backside was right up against him. Despite her small stature in comparison to his tall and toned one, she wanted him to feel every inch of her, just as much as she wanted to feel every inch of him. Her booty swayed to the music, and her hands reached up and behind to graze his skin and feel every fiber of muscle beneath his shirt. Eventually her hand traveled to his and pulled it down so it was right on her waist, his touch making her gasp in delight. She had wanted this for so long and tonight she was going to have him all to herself, what more could she want?
Leon was absolutely flabbergasted by the extremely sensual performance Kayla was giving him. The grin on his face stretched out further and his eyes went wide like a little boy in a candy store. Excitement pulsed with every beat of his heart, and the club was getting exceedingly hot. If this kept up, there was no telling where he and the newly instated Warden would end up. “God damn, girl, you’re on fire!” he exclaimed, following her lead in this erotic moment. There was no use in fighting the current, he just went with the flow! She was too damn hot to let go off.
Location; In dorm room → At Delirium
Interacting With; No one
Mood; Suspicious/Worried → Disguising → Surveying
A party at Delirium...that spelt a lot of trouble, especially both Gianna and Samantha’s troupe were involved. Getting down from that tower earlier wasn’t difficult and Cara was nowhere to be found afterwards, though considering her power, that wasn’t surprising. It didn’t take long for word to reach his ear of the events at Delirium and it seemed an anonymous tip went out to the Mayweathers that Delphina students were hosting it. Normally such things wouldn’t interest him, but considering the state of disarray both schools were in, he had a personal interest and somewhere along the line, Eliana was involved. Having someone of that stature, in a place of that reputation, where both sides were recruiting, was literally a recipe for disaster and Elijah had every intention of keeping the young Lovelace out of harm’s way, along with collecting any information he could. This came the tricky part.
Despite being a loner in his own right, he was easily recognizable, his clothing made that fairly easy to begin with and it wasn’t like he had a normal wardrobe. No, if he was to infiltrate the club unnoticed, he’d have to go...incognito; to do so, he’d have to rely on the arcane. Rifling through his stuff he happened upon the magical item that would help him in his endeavor. A scroll, very rare and very ancient, a gift from his father only to be used in emergencies or times of great need; this to Elijah was a time of great need. Unfurling the papyrus the ancient arcane etchings glowed in his vision and he began reciting the incantation laden upon the scrollwork. The tongue was unrecognizable, an ancient language belonging to beings long forgotten, on a plane residing far beyond this one. The script began to glow and as it was finished, the scroll burst into flames, the fire encircling Elijah’s body and transforming his form; to say it was painful would be an understatement.
Has one ever experienced their form changing? Their flesh and bone reshaping itself into the visage of another? Such a feat was not easy, and it took all of his will to not cry out in agony, but when the process was complete, Elijah was on the floor, sweating and panting. Achingly he picked himself up and stepped forward to look at the mirror, he still could not see, but as he reached up for his eye, it was not closed; a fortunate side effect of the scroll. He knew he looked different, he certainly felt different, his form was still tall and lanky, but his face was different and his hair color changed, if he assumed correctly. The hair he stole from another student certainly told that story well enough, one he knew wouldn’t attend such a party due to illness, some Delphina illusionist if he remembered correctly; his clothes would do nicely as well. Shedding himself of his robe he donned the other student’s clothing, just a simple white t-shirt with jeans, something that would at least help him blend into the crowd.
Elijah knew where to go, he’d been there only once before on business and once again, he found himself there on business. The bouncers wouldn’t let him in, not in his current form, so he’d have to sneak in and blend, very well. The rooftop was always an option, it lead straight through a torture chamber that only the bold dared to enter and anyone caught sneaking in that way, had a one way trip to the guillotine. He’d been lucky the first time and once again lucky as he snuck his way through, quiet as a church mouse, a shadow in a dark valley, to put it mildly. Surprisingly the door that lead to the bottom floor was already unlocked, a fortunate coincidence as Elijah slipped down the steps and blended in with the crowd. There were quite a number of people here, lots of auras to survey, though they all conveyed a similar emotion, lust and want. The waves of emotion he saw were almost overwhelming, but he’d have to block it out along with the bass, the music was blaringly loud and he was glad to not have the sight to deal with whatever else happened here. He’d have some difficulty, but if he could help it, he had to get his ‘eyes’ on Sam and Gianna’s group, along with Eliana to make sure no harm would befall her.
