Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
[attr="class","title"]but i'd kill for that thrill
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Five female hopefuls. Each sat against the comfy couches of a talent agency waiting room. Three on one couch, another having pulled their chair up to the couch. And the final female sitting in a chair to herself. A packet held in manicured digits, black print being read, remembered, etched in cerebral stone. The role was dynamic, sure to put any new actress on the road to stardom. Several hopefuls had already tasted disappointment's bitterness. One by one, they came into the office. The door opened, and they stepped back. Moments later, they walked out. Empty handed. Fighting the tears that pricked at their hues. She wouldn't end up like them. This was her calling. She had come too far to fall so easily to the wayside. When the door of fate opened, all five girls stood and strut back into the unknown. [break][break] One by one, the females read their lines and waited for judgment. One female, two female, three female, four. The facial expressions of the council behind a folded table had yet to falter. Not a single crack in their blasé exteriors. Not a dent in their colde countenance. They sat statuesquely. Bidding the hopefuls goodbye and motioning for the next. That is until the fifth hopeful stepped in. Her posture and presence gave the allure of a seasoned veteran in the battlefield for parts and lines. Sharp hues examined the judges before her. Honing into one in particular. He seemed to be the youngest. Though, she had seen his face prior. An up and coming actor. [break][break] Target acquired. [break][break] As she began belting the lines of the script, a pink whisp like mist began to emanate from her presence. Coating the room in an aroma of sparkling fruits and a feminine floralcy. Hints of marshmallow smelled about the room. And then... she left. The seed had been planted, now, it was to be nourished. [break][break] The sun began its gradual decline and a phone call was given. An invitation to meet at a bar. With none other than the female's previous target. Of course, she agreed after the game of cat and mouse met its end. But alas, there was a small hang up. To of the other hopeful actresses were invited as well. But no matter. Anything worth having required... sacrifices of some sort. So, she dolled herself up. Hair out with ends brushing the small of her back, headband in place. A white off the shoulder blouse, exposed a model's figure. Black mini skirt with a silver zipper decorating the front. And heels. Thin. Gold. Heels. Her ears were adorned with a sole golden ankh earring and her neck painted gold with a gold choker. With thin gold body chains about her frame as she strolled to the rendezvous point. [break][break] The other females arrived in unison with her herself. Then, came the man of the hour. the four walked into the bar. And the drinks were given. Three of the four took to downing the poison with abandon. While one watched and waiting. Within a moment, an aroma danced about the bodies. And the three found themselves ill. The Two darted towards the restroom, while one found their head down against the bar. The sober of the group took to aiding the one that opted out of heading towards the porcelain thrones. Once they came back around, the sober was thanked for their kindness. Given a date to return for a follow-up audition, the sober helped the other out of the bar. Turning their attention towards the restroom. They entered. And in a matter of seconds, exited. In turn, leaving the bar. [break][break] "Secured." Khepri's eyes opened, drying her hands and looking to her reflection. She relieved those moments as she washed her hands. Seeing the faces of those females, the actor, and then the two as she struck them down within the restroom of the bar. Magic made such things a breeze. No residual blood to pin her to the crime. And with the lack thereof cameras in a bar chosen for "privacy" it made the deed all the easier. "Shame. They didn't produce star seeds either." she lamented with a subtle shrug of her shoulders. Maybe if they sipped their drinks instead of downing them, they could have called for aid. Or... maybe if they were doomed the moment she walked in? [break][break] Who knows. [break][break] What she did know, is that now she could enjoy the rest of her night in a much more befitting bar. Le Syndicat. Khepri exited the restroom and took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink and examining the interior of the bar. Having been so proud of her deed, so sure in securing the role... she hadn't noticed the stain against her skirt...
[attr="class","egonote"]finally got this wench out here. lil brown ting doin' heathen tings. rushed so please 4give all the grammar errors thank youuu ❤
Julius was not usually one to care for bars, he had never been a fan of drinking alcohol. Not that he had ever tried either. Perhaps it was because of his upbringing, but he had always been against the idea. So then why was he here? Well, there was a big case won by a fellow prosecutor and people thought they should go out to celebrate. Julius did not really care for the establishment but it would have been rude to turn the person down. [break][break]
And so here he was, sitting on the chair somewhat regretting his decision while nursing a glass of water in his hand. He half-paid attention to what his co-workers were saying and tried to ignore some of their less than acceptable comments. They were drunk, or so he had justified it anyway. Gray eyes instead had traveled around the bar from watching the band play, to seeing the people talk some of them drunk while others were sober. A sigh parted from the young prosecutor's lips, this was why he did not go to such places.[break][break]
The door to the restroom opened and there was a woman with tanned skin and purple hair. There was a sense of exoticism in her appearance but it wasn't anything too captivating. At least...until Julius saw a stain on her skirt. Strange...was it his imagination or did it look like-[break][break]
Silently, Julius got off of his seat catching the eyes of some of his co-workers.[break][break]
"What is it, Julius?" one of them asked before taking a shot of whatever drink they had ordered.[break][break]
Gray eyes looked back at the co-worker before looking over at the woman. Wordlessly, he walked over ignoring the whistles and small cheers sent his way.[break][break]
"Julius is making a move. You go! We'll be here for you no matter what, buddy!"[break][break]
They were drunk..they were drunk...they were drunk. Julius had to keep that mantra in order to bite back the urge to mentally groan as he approached the woman. There was an empty seat beside her, one that he could take. "May I..sit next to you? I'll....buy you...the next...round..." he offered, gray eyes taking in the appearance of the woman in front of him and her appearance. Yes...that stain..it had to be blood. Did she saw a scene or had she caused one? The stain itself was not exactly very big or noticeable or else there would already have been questions but it certainly was there. Julius needed to figure out what was going on while getting her guard down.[break][break]
Honestly, this was not his forte but he couldn't exactly just call a police to come over and interrogate her either. Not without clearly tipping her off. Well, let's hope he can pull this off well enough then.
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[attr="class","title"]but i'd kill for that thrill
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Bright hues darted over to the sudden sound of rambunctious drunkards. She had taken notice to the group prior. Well, skimmed them, to be precise. She took no time in counting the number of them or committing any of their features to memory. They were just drunkards at a bar. An everyday occurrence that, if they kept their distance, didn't bother her. Drunken men were easy prey, though. Batting eyelashes and a few subtle touches would make them malleable dough in her palms. Free drinks and some form of conversation if she were lucky. The art of deciphering through slurred words, while a skill she obtained long ago, was tedious. Especially if the drunkard was just a meaningless body. Had he carried some importance? Then, the story would be different. Nonetheless, she turned her head away from the group and fixated her hues upon her glass that had been placed in front of her. And, with a nod, she thanked the bartender and rose the chilled glass to her lips for a small sip. [break][break] It was then from peripheral view, she saw one of the men from the group prior rise from his seat. Of course, she thought nothing of it. He could very well have needed to visit the restroom or something to that effect. Although by his lack thereof stagger and sway in his movements, Khepri quickly moved to deduce that he was either the designated driver of the bunch or the "mom" friend. Babysitting a shot while his companions drowned themselves in the devil's juice. Smart man. However, it seemed as though the smart man in question, had decided to come closer to her. Going so far as to take the seat next to her. "By all means," she acknowledged. "How kind of you. Far be it for me to deny a free drink from a kind gentleman." Lids lowered, giving the male a once over. [break][break] "I accept." [break][break] The glass she held in tow currently, would then be brought back to her lips and a sip would be taken from the brown, distilled liquid. "Nervous?" Head craned towards him. "You don't seem to be anywhere near as intoxicated as your... friends," head nudged towards them. "Not a fan of bars?" Assumptions all forming from his manner of speech. The pauses he took and the care in his questioning before taking the seat next to her. Sure, he could have just been raised to be as chivalrous as possible. But, Khepri had a hunch his... typewriter like speech pattern was some form of a social anxiety making itself known. [break][break] Oh, how adorable. [break][break] "Were your friends a little too loud and rowdy for you?" Her left leg rose, crossing over her right before an elbow propped itself against the bartop. Her chin propping onto her open palm while her hues continued bearing into the body and being of the male. The fingers of her free hand cusping the rim of her glass. Twirling it about in circles as the cubes of ice subtly smacked against the glass.
[attr="class","egonote"]again... please 4give all the grammar errors lol ❤
Good, the woman accepted it. Julius gave a curt nod before sitting down on the free seat next to her. In the movies, this was where the male would probably make some kind of comment or say something to create a conversation. The prosecutor, however, had remained silent. Perhaps that was what had prompted the woman to ask if he was nervous..or maybe it was just the way he talked. He knew it did not come out as smoothly as it id for most people nor was his voice ever truly loud. At the mention of his co-workers (or friends as the mysterious woman had referred to them), gray eyes darted over to them. The loud merriment they had as they laughed, clanked their drinks together and talked. It was almost amazing that despite how loud they were, their words were still quite incoherent from where the two were sitting.[break][break]
Her second question brought him back to looking at her before taking a sip of the water in his hand. A small tactic to buy time. "I...not really..." which was probably quite obvious. He wasn't exactly dressed like how one would when going to a bar like this. Even if the interior looked much better than the outside, there was still a sense of casualness. Julius was practically dressed as if he was going to go to work. [break][break]
Another question and another moment of silence for the other. Again he looked back to them and mentally winced. He wasn't sure if the statement was more directed at him being incapable of enjoying the scene like his coworkers or at them for being so loud. "I...it's...." the male bit his lips in an attempt to try to find the right words for this. "It's...they're drunk...they're not...normally like...this.." he defended them to the best of his ability. Even if the woman did not know who they were, he would really rather not have her think prosecutors were like that. No, they were drunk. While they were not exactly cold or antisocial when sober, they had better control than this.[break][break]
"What brings you here...alone..." unless she was waiting for someone? Either way, he should try to see where she came from. He needed more information right now.[break][break]
note: if you can deal with my bad grammar as well, i don't think we'll have any problems XD
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[attr="class","title"]but i'd kill for that thrill
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"Oh, I see." Khepri's head craned over once more. Giving the group of beings a more thorough look. Chuckling to herself before she turned back to face the raven haired male. "They seem like a blast, though. They're enjoying themselves." Or so it looked from the bar where she sat. From the manner and tone of the male that separated himself from them, she wondered if without the additive of alcohol; were they all bland and... quiet as well? She counted them off, soon imagining the group in entirety walking about at a leisurely pace. Soon, planting turtle shells onto their backs in her mind's eye. Amusing to say the least, it was a childish mental image that evoked a short chortle from the maiden before she took another sip of her drink. [break][break] Index finger pointing to the glass that he carried with him. "That's water, right?" She speculated. "Why don't you use that one free round for me, on yourself? Maybe you'll loosen up a bit?" Another sip of her drink was taken, "I can feel the stiffness coming from you. Smell it, too." Her glass was sat down, hand waving off the thought shortly after. "Then again, you're the responsible one in the group. I wouldn't want to ruin you helping your friends home later. Maybe next time?" Assuming they ever crossed paths again. With all of the bodies that littered New Paris, the chances of her bumping into a man that she had already assumed to prefer being at home in silence and solace, was quite slim. [break][break] Brows rose after he inquired of her agenda. A chuckle following. "I don't look a bar hopper to you?" That could be a compliment. Not appearing to be one of those loose women who stalk and prey on men at the bar. And, while she wasn't a loose woman in her own mind. She did prey on the inebriated. When it benefited her, of course. Khepri found herself far too busy to make a habit out of it. "I actually just left a date." Something like that, "it was... rather interesting." Her index finger rose, nail circling the rim of her now emptied glass. "I come here on occasion. I like the scenery. I seem to always meet a new person when I come too." She passed the stranger a smirk and wink combo. [break][break] "I take it you were dragged here? I can't really see someone like you frequenting this bar. Or... any bar, actually." Khepri mused, "no offense." With the bartender coming near, she would flag him down. "Another round. And, one for him too, please." Head craned to the male. "You can get the next round." With a nod, the bartender took to his station. Preparing two glasses of the brown liquid. Sliding them to the pair shortly after. "You're a doll, thank you so much~" Nimble digits coiled about the cold glass and rose it to her lips. Taking a considerable amount of it down in a quick gulp. [break][break] A sigh leaving her wettened lips after. Tongue snaking free to catch the remnants. Slowly dragging across full, sepia-toned lips. [break][break] "Take a sip~" she coerced the stranger, "fufu, it doesn't bite." She couldn't help but snicker, moving her glass aside for the moment. "So... what brought you over here anyway, hm~?" Could he have been a fan? Saw her in photographs? Maybe viewed her performing a dance routine? Acting in a part or commercial?
[attr="class","egonote"]we're gonna make it lol terribad grammar buds ❤
Julius gave a nod to the assumption, yes, what he nursing was indeed water. He wasn't exactly surprised when she mentioned how stiff he was. "I'm..not..the drinking type," he informed after taking another sip of his water. Although perhaps, he should have just agreed to it. The chances of them running into each other were slim. Then again, he hadn't thought he would ever see Madam Cadence more than once.[break][break]
The male shook his head. It wasn't that she didn't look like the type to bar hop, however from memory, "it...doesn't seem like something...one does....alone..." By the end of the day, that was what it was. He had always thought going to bars was something one did for others whether it was staying one bar or jumping from one establishment to another. [break][break]
An interesting date, huh? Should he ask or would it seem strange? Would the date have anything to do with the stain on her skirt? The woman sent him a wink and smile and he merely stared blankly bad. Slowly, he caught himself and merely gave a small nod of acknowledgment to her words. What else was there to add to that?[break][break]
Again, he gave a nod to her assumption as he watched her flag the tender down. Wait, was she? Julius was about to open his mouth when she had closed the door by thanking the bartender. Gray eyes stared at her..."I don't...drink.." he informed her. He had thought it was quite obvious, the woman had said so herself. [break]break]
The prosecutor shook his head at the offer, "no...thank you..." he would really rather not even have a sip. He was not very fond of the idea of alcohol whether or not it gave a metaphorical bite. At her question, the male was about to sip his water when he realized there was none left. Great. Looks like that trick won't work unless he takes a drink from the alcohol..to which he really had no plan to do. "I...saw you were...alone...so I just thought...to come talk to you..." came the lie, "is that...alright?" Well she had taken him on his drink, even if apparently that was for the next round."How was..your date...if you don't mind me asking..."[break]break]
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[attr="class","title"]but i'd kill for that thrill
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"Bar hopping's pretty common in single folk." Khepri interjected, "or well, so I thought." She had lost count of how many single men and women she met in various bars. And, if it wasn't the bar, she certainly found them in abundance at a club. Bodies a plenty. Dancing and crashing into one another. That seemed like the breeding ground for singles and their mating rituals. No matter how lewd they tended to be. But, she digressed. "Though I suppose it's more common to come with a friend? Or maybe a group of them?" Index finger pointed towards the stranger's group of intoxicated companions while she motioned for another sip of her own glass. Savoring the flavor, relishing the subtle burn as it traveled down her throat. Khepri had no intentions of getting drunk tonight, and she planned on sticking to that notion. But a few drinks never hurt. Take the edge off. Possibly help her unwind from... such an eventful day and evening. [break][break] "Haha, you're silly. It's fine. Loosen up a little." Though, speaking of the evening, it seemed the raven-haired male was curious about the specifics of her 'date'. "Mm, average." She answered, index finger swirling about her glass as hues of disinterest scanned the bar. "It was a blind date, I guess. I hadn't met the man but once. And you could consider that in passing. All the same, I agreed to see him tonight. We met, shared a few stories, and then went separate ways." Her glass was retrieved and a swig of her liquor was taken. "That's how it usually goes. Not that I mind it too much. I'm not in the position to be actively searching." For several reasons. The top of the totem? Her career. [break][break] At least, that's what she told herself. Fame could fill the void with prestige, trinkets, and money. Khepri had her share of one-nighters. Those she kept in contact with briefly after the deed. But, it was an inevitable fate that they too would slowly disappear. Reasons varied. Mostly due to Khepri's schedule and her lack thereof will miss out on a chance to see herself in the spotlight. However, during the honeymoon phase, when she thought maybe she had a chance, everything was perfect. When it was good, it was so good. But when it was bad? Well, it was terrible. And she had grown used to the vicious cycle. Thinking on it made it all the easier to slay bodies in mass quantities. A stress reliever of sorts. [break][break] Ahh, what a life. [break][break] "So," finger pointed to his empty glass. "Going to get yourself another water? Or, are you just going to let me waste my money on your drink?" She tilted her head ever so slightly, a rather heathenistic grin curling at the corner of her lips. "That'd really hurt my feelings y'know?" Whether he fell for her very cheap and effortless guilt trip was moot. Khepri realigned and took the final sip from her glass. "Though, mind if I ask you something?" Seemed only fair that she received the chance to inquire after answering a query of his, right? "You seem very interested in my date earlier." [break][break] A brow rose, "why's that?"
[attr="class","egonote"]-highfives- together we can misuse commas and run away with run on sentences ❤
Despite his previous words, Julius did not truly know. He had never been one to be at bars, let alone barhop. It was merely something he had assumed was done in a group rather than alone. As the stranger pointed her fingers, gray eyes trailed over to his co-workers. Were they going to barhop? It wouldn't surprise him if they decided to do so. If they were though, he would certainly excuse himself for the night. The idea of going to another bar was not exactly alluring for him.[break][break]
Loosen up, it wasn't the first time someone had told the prosecutor to loosen up and he doubted that it would end with this stranger either. He was never one to 'loosen up', never finding much of a purpose to it. A blind date that sounded like something of a one night stand without the physical benefits. Julius could never understand those as he much preferred to have a serious relationship. One that required investment even if it did not work out, there was something to learn from it. He never saw anything to learn from one-night stands or flings. Nonetheless, he gave a nod unsure if it was a lie or not. He didn't exactly have enough information to find any contradictions, well, not without alerting the woman.[break][break]
Julius gently pushed the glass over to the woman at her question. The prosecutor gave a small apologetic nod before waving down the bartender, "Water, please," he ordered before turning his attention back over to his companion. He had told her he didn't drink, and really, there was no reason to break that just for her. [break][break]
Why the interest indeed. "You...caught my eye..." which was not exactly a lie. She had caught his eye but not for the reason most would think. "So...I wanted to know more about you...if that is alright...maybe spend the night?" Just talking of course. Well talking and seeing if he was merely being paranoid or if he was on the right track. "If...that is alright..." If not then he'll have to try to think of something else.
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[attr="class","sololyric2"]This is not a touching love story
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Quite determined on avoiding alcohol this guy. His drive was certainly to be commended. And as he continued speaking with her, divulging his reasoning from leaving the comfort and safety of his group in lieu of being pulled into her personal field of gravity, Khepri couldn't help but giggle in amusement. A full-fledged snicker, even. "You're serious?" He wanted to spend the night? With her? Was he even capable of keeping up if things escalated? His low energy, lethargic manner of speech had already pegged him as some form of turtle-being in the female's eyes. Or, maybe a sloth, was a more accurate spirit animal to place him with? Either way, her curiosity had been sufficiently piqued in regards to his motives. She caught his eye, and he wanted to spend the night huh... [break][break] maybe he just needed a little... push? [break][break] Perhaps she could be of assistance. This could easily have been the poor man trying to step outside of his comfort zone and live a little, so to speak. However, if he wasn't in the market for liquid courage, he would certainly need some form of an edge. To keep anyone entertained, not just Khepri. Luckily for him, there was a trump card that resided within the maiden's sleeve. "You should try being a little more assertive," the purplette began, "though, I suppose your manners are a nice change of pace. Especially in a bar full of drunkards. Helps you stand out. It's not every day a sober man wants to spend the night. And actually has his wits about him to ask." Her glass was held, swirled about her possession allowing the cubes of ice to clink softly against the container. [break][break] "What about your 'co-workers'?" Index finger pointed towards the group, in hopes his head would crane over once more. Regardless of whether he chose to or not, a wisp of pink would begin to swirl about the female's feet. Rising upward from the floor and soon spreading into the air about the interior of the bar. An aroma of sparkling fruits and feminine floralcy overpowered the once prominent smell of the bar. All the while, Khepri's facial features remained unscathed. Keeping her low lid gaze and a cheeky grin. Watching and waiting for a reaction. In not just this male, but the others about the bar. "I'm sure they're relying on you to get them home in one piece." Sober friend, designated driver, mom friend. All appropriate titles for the raven-haired male. "Also," [break][break] she exhaled, blowing a wisp of pink towards him, "I don't even know your name." Eyelashes batted in his direction. The cogs within her mind had begun turning. A plan to see how willing this stranger was to spend a night with her. And... maybe cause a little commotion about the bar. But, that would just be icing on the cake.
Julius was not sure what he had expected, but it wasn't a snicker, that was certain. Did he say something funny? Well at least she had not burst out laughing or else the prosecutor would really have to explain things to his co-workers. [break][break]
Assertive, it was almost funny to hear the woman say that to him. Then again, she had not seen him in court, where he acted with much more confidence. Yes, he was certainly more assertive there, more than willing to tear down any lies witnesses may make in order to give the criminal (or defendant as the court would like to call them) some sort of alibi. However, that was in court, where it was much easier to talk because he only had to present a case. Social settings were very different. And as if to prove the other woman's point, gray eyes looked away from her and more towards his refilled water. He still heard what she had to say and it was quite funny. The woman had tried to get him drunk was now commending him. Or maybe she was just trying to be nice. Someone with blood on them trying to be nice, now wasn't that a funny image?[break][break]
At the mention of his co-workers, once again Julius turned his attention over to them. "I...can tell them..." he took out his phone and did exactly just that making sure to get someone who seemed sober. He sent a text stating he found a potential case and he would need some police to tail him undercover. For now, he will have to do his best to stall until it seemed like they got here. Well, he did still owe her a drink did he not? Hopefully, that will buy some time.[break][break]
Hmm? Gray eyes blinked for a moment feeling as if there was some kind of unique fragrance. Almost as if someone was putting on very strong perfume but rather than it smelling horrible, it was actually quite nice. Strange. One would think the smell of alcohol in the bar would be able to overpower such things. Well whatever, it wasn't anything to pay any mind to. No matter how nice it smelled. [break][break]
"Jul.." wait was he about to give out his real name? No. He shouldn't be doing that. "Julian...my name...it's Julian..." he stated hoping his usual speech would save him from any suspicion? "Yours?" he asked, his body somewhat leaning closer to her. "I...also...still owe you...a drink," he reminded her. Buying time, he needed to just try to buy some time.[break][break]
note: i believe in your terribad grammer partner~. also gonna have her ability slowly affect him as it goes on because i think that's how it works? if not, tell me and i can edit.
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[attr="class","sololyric2"]This is not a touching love story
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Julian huh? "Pleasure to meet you, Julian." Her left leg rose, folding across her right. Cheek resting against the back of her palm while she gave him a stare of intrigue. Was it wise to give her real name to the stranger? A man who wanted to meet her under the sheets it seemed? He would just end up being another body. If he were lucky enough to make it that far. And, just as the men before, "Morrigan." he wouldn't be graced with her real name. For a plethora of reasons. The most prevalent that resided at the forefront, being that Khepri honestly didn't think him capable of making past bar talk. The more... muscular and aggressive gentleman was far more carnal in their desires. However, Julian seemed to be able to fend off the pheromone quite well. How interesting. Maybe his sobriety gave him an edge? Seeing as though the other men about the bar began reacting. Sniffing at the air, head craning towards Khepri's direction. [break][break] "Oh, right. By all means," fingers motioned the bartender over to her position. "Another round. This gentleman here," hand motioned towards the raven-haired male, "is paying for me. Such a sweetheart, right?" The bartender shot 'Julian' a glare, walking away to take hold of the glasses and begin fixing up another brew for the maiden. "Hm, wonder what that was about?" She turned to the kind stranger, giving him a shrug of faux ignorance. Feigning a facade of obliviousness. A facade that would soon shift as her index finger pointed behind him. "Looks like we have company." [break][break] A male of large stature and musculature began coming nearer the pair. Taking a stance rudely between the two. "wh-what're ya wastin' yer time with this guy fer?" Ah, a drunkard who had fallen victim to her magic. Of course. She could smell the liquor escaping every orifice of his leathery skin. A stranger to a proper moisturizer for sure. "He's actually quite entertaining. He's... different." Time to kick things up a notch. Just for fun. [break][break] She rose from her seat, heels clicking against the floor as she slipped around the larger man. Finding 'Julian's lap, and taking a seat against him. "You're not, jealous... are you?" Khepri surmised with a grin against her lips. Allowing more of the floral scent to waft from her body as she pressed closer to the male she sat atop of. "I'm actually thinking about taking him home with me~" The tips of her fingers softly caressed the chin of the raven haired male. Dragging slowly against his skin. "Though..." [break][break] head leaned inward, lips pressed against the male's ear. "Are you worth taking home with me, Julian~?" Head leaned away, the bartender returning with a less than polite manner of leaving the shot. The larger, muscular male staring onward in dismay. "H-him? Ova' m-me?? Yer kiddin! C'mere... y-you n' me buddy. I'll outdrink ya for her!" Ohoho a challenge~? Khepri's face lit up with a childlike joy, turning to face Julian after the challenge had been posted. "You'll win for me, won't you?"
[attr="class","solonotes"]i'm soooo sorry for making you wait this long!! /weeps into the void/ but that totally works! the ability's potency at the start is totally up to the target!
Morrigan, Julius nodded to the name. It honestly sounded like a pretty nice name. He reminded Morrigan of the round that he still owed to her. The glare the bartender gave was not missed by the two. Like Morrigan, the prosecutor was also curious as the man hadn't glared at him before. Yet at the same time did it matter? He supposed it didn't in the long run as he doubted he would ever return to the establishment. Besides...gray eyes trailed over to his conversation partner. There were more important concerns right now. [break][break]
Julius turned around at Morrigan's words and saw that they indeed had company. Why now of all times was beyond him but there wasn't anything he could really do about it. Then again, maybe they just wanted a drink? No, that was not the case, not with how the man had stepped in between the two. However, as the man was addressing Morrigan, Julius decided to keep quiet. Sure she would tell him to go away, right? Julius did see her before this man after all.[break][break]
There was the sound of heels clicking on the wooden floor before Julius found the woman sitting on his lap. His arms moved to take hold of her and keep her close as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His head leaning closer to her to the point where he rested his head on her shoulders, gray eyes not exactly paying attention to what was going on around him. It was only when Morrigan caressed his chin slowly lifting it up, did his eyes managed to focus on something: her. [break][break]
Steel eyes glanced over at the man and his challenge. It was honestly tempting to say no. For one, Julius was not a drinker. Such loss of inhibition was not something he could ever truly agree to. Besides, why should the prosecutor waste his time competing with this low life of a man who would so rudely interrupt a conversation? People like him were most likely going to become criminals the next day. There was no need to waste his time on them. And yet, at Morrigan's voice, he turned his head to look over at the woman.[break][break]
"You'll win for me, won't you?"
Are you worth taking home with me, Julian~?
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With those previous words at the forefront of his mind, Julius's hand took hold of Morrigan's shoulder before he gave a small nod. Teaching this man his place before one day seeing him in court wouldn't be so bad. Besides, Julius needed to keep Morrigan's interest if he was going to learn more about her. He couldn't let anything get in the way, especially not some drunken imbecile.[break][break]
Three glasses later and Julius couldn't help but silently thank his body. Either the magic helped or he had a higher alcohol tolerance than he thought. After all, he didn't feel drunk. He was...in complete control of himself still. In fact, looking around, Julius was almost sure he can drink thirty more and anything would happen to him. He saw how the other man's head fell onto the table and his eyes narrowed at the sight. Served the man right really. Wrapping his arms around Morrigan he made a quiet declaration, "I won." Gray eyes looked back at her waiting for her to lead him back to her place. He had earned it, had he not?
note: well she got him to drink and i had to look things up XD. also skipped the drinking part of that is alright with you.
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[attr="class","sololyric2"]This is not a touching love story
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Hands gripped at her shoulders and grey hues stared back onward into purple variants. He gave her a nod, accepting the challenge laid in front of him. And in response, the purple-haired maiden gave him a grin and matching nod. Khepri rose from his lap, taking a step to the side, fingers laced behind her back as she stood in waiting. How would he fair against the other? A man who, from first glance, seemed to be a regular at the bar. Larger in stature, muscles on display. This man could very well have been the resident drunkard of the place. His mannerisms could certainly attest to the assumption. But, then again, she had tossed her pheromone in the air, right? Maybe he was just an aggressive lover? Whatever the case may have been, the competition had begun and her thoughts about the large gentleman had been pushed to the back. [break][break] Glasses were filled with distilled liquid. Each man gripped the cylinder and tossed it up. Downing whatever was poured into its contents. Khepri, in intrigue, kept her hues fixated on the smaller male Julian. His stature in comparison to the other should have played a factor in this situation. She had already coined a scheme for her predicted outcome. There had already been blood on her hands this night. What was staining them once more going to hurt? It would certainly add excitement to the nigh—"!?" What? The larger man had seemed to stop moving. Head to the counter of the bar. Leaving... Julian the victor? [break][break] Her head craned over to the champion. He seemed, still very much aware of his surroundings. There was no slurring of his words, no stumble in his step or wobble in posture. How did he... never mind. It didn't matter. He had held up his end of the bargain, so it was only right that she did the same. It looked like he was going to be lucky for the night. "That you did," well, maybe he wouldn't be a waste of time. If it came down to it, she could just get rid of him too. Such an eventful night this was turning out to be. [break][break] "A deal's a deal. Shall we take our leave?" Her hand snaked forth, taking hold of the male's palm and moving him towards the exit. She gave his cohorts a wave before leading him out of the establishment. Huh, she garnered a thought. "I forgot to ask, where exactly do you and your coworkers work?" Heels clicked against the sidewalk as she began leading him down the streets. Lit well by the lamp posts scattered about. "Mm, it may be better if we take a taxi." A bench was spotted, and his body was motioned to follow her over to it. "I'm impressed you managed to down those shots so... effortlessly." [break][break] For someone nursing the glass of water, and claimed they didn't drink... it was suspicious. "Recovering alcoholic?" Just a guess. Khepri took a seat against the bench, underneath one of the lampposts. And, that's when she saw it. The stain at her skirt that could have only come from one thing. Mentally, she cursed. However, she maintained a calm demeanor. Placing her palms against the stain in a relaxed gesture. Shooting Julian a grin. "You don't seem the type to have flings like this. Are you sure this is what you want?" Keep a conversation going. Until she could coin means to clean this stain.
[attr="class","nologicpost1"] Was it the magic coursing through his body or had he always been like this? No, Julius was never an alcoholic so he doubted he had ever built up any tolerance. Perhaps it was because his soul was simply no longer in his body? There were questions to be asked but now was not the time for that. In fact, he was almost tempted to order another from his high of victory (because it couldn't be anything else).
Morrigan took his hand and moved him to the exit, Julius somewhat stumbling his first few steps before he caught himself. Curious, gray eyes looked back at the people who Morrigan had waved: his co-workers. One of them had given Julius a nod reminding him yes...he was technically on an investigation right now. Others, however, gave him a mix of whistles, thumbs up and cheers. He almost felt guilty for disappointing them.[break][break]
Heels clicked on the sidewalk, the light from the lampost guiding them down the road, "15th arrondissement," he answered but nothing more than that. He couldn't tell her the truth yet. Later he will, either when he arrest her or find her innocent. He was honestly hoping for the latter. She suggested they should take a taxi before walking over to the bench, her hand motioning for him to follow.[break][break]
Gray eyes followed her almost in a daze before slowly making his way over as opposed to his normally brisk steps. Effortlessly, she had stated and Julius was unsure if it was effortless or not. He can somewhat feel the efforts but he would hardly call himself drunk...not that he fully understood what that was like. Yet, there was a small sense of happiness at being complimented by Morrigan which was strange. Julius had heard compliments in his life before and he usually took it with a small nod and gratitude. However, that was because they never fully meant much to them, words of kindness were all he ever saw them as for the most part. It was only with very few selected people did he feel like they had some deeper meaning, a small elation in earning their compliment. Which was rather strange...and the smell...he supposed it must have come from the bar because he could not say he was smelling it right now. If anything, his thoughts while a bit muddled felt clearer than before.[break][break]
"I..don't drink," he told her once again. Today was the first time Julius had ever actually drunk. As he neared the bench, he saw the small flicker of her eyes that glanced down before her hand moved over to her skirt. Gray eyes widened at the moment, she was covering something up. He looked around noting a few people here. Hopefully, there was an officer near them should she end up being a criminal.[break][break]
Once at the bench, Morrigan had shot him a grin commenting he did not seem like the type. "Golden rays I conjure thee. To give thy truth unto me. he muttered the incantation placing his hand over the one that was covering up the bloodstain. The lasso formed tying itself to the wrist of the hand covering the blood stain on one end, with the other end held by the hand Julius's hand, hidden away from those walking by them due to their close proximity and the back of the bench. "Why is there blood stain on your skirt?"
note: no worries you were busy. and you put up an event and had to tell k and ginger what's expected of a staff.
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[attr="class","sololyric2"]This is not a touching love story
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Again with the same answer. He didn't drink. Did she believe him? No, not really. But, she had no other facts to fall onto to prove the man a liar. So, unfortunately, Khepri was stuck believing his words. Or well, taking them at face value, to be more precise. And, while she was still rather puzzled by his conquering the drunken giant earlier, the location of his workplace had poked her intrigue. The fifteenth arrondissement? The location for a plethora of business firms and such. Could he have been a businessman? He had the attire that suited one. And from what television and movies painted them to be, most of them seemed to enjoy drinks after a day's work. So, it was certainly a possibility. But, that didn't seem right. At least, intuition told her otherwise. [break][break] So, if it wasn't business. Then what could it have b—"!?" Eyes flickered down. Watching as his palm hovered over her own. A foreign object raveling about her wrist. Magic. Could that have been how he came out on top earlier? Brows furrowed, head rising and hues fixating upon the male that stood in front of her. "Makes sense..." she couldn't help but chuckle. Could he have been an onlooker to her little spectacle? No. That couldn't be. She had made sure there were no eyes in sight. And, it happened in the female bathroom at that. He must have spotted the stain on her skirt. No matter. With no evidence, she could still walk away from this unscathed. [break][break] "Observant." Khepri rolled her hues in disinterest. "If you must know, it happens to be that time of the mo—" Eyes widened, "!!" There was a burning sensation that formed against the surface of her skin. Against her wrist, where the odd creation formed. No. The pain wasn't just at the surface. It seemed to have seeped into her skin. Sending a crippling surge of intense pain throughout. "Wh-what... is this?" It hurt. It stung. It was breathe-taking. Her teeth grit together, a snarl ensued as she turned her eyes towards the stranger. [break][break] "What are you doing?" As if it were a defense mechanism, a wisp of pink began to emit from her body. Encircling the air about the two. "Get this thing off of me." Brows continued to furrow. Knitting close together. The horrid sting still prevalent. A tug of her wrist ensued, hoping to shake the band, or whatever it was, off of her person. [break][break] Just her luck. A vigilante running wild. Wait... the fifteenth arrondissement... could he have been...? "I was handling my business."
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