Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In]

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - danixiewrites - 07-02-2015

<img style="Lyta Fiera" src="http://i1299.photobucket.com/albums/ag76/danixiewrites/lyta_zpsk848tfg6.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Lyta continued to nod during their exchange, but when Ruka brought up money--rather the lack of its necessity--Her eyes widened comically as if he had offered her the moon. Not from surprise, but more from rapidly growing horror as she realized she had to speak. Had to. Because as down as she felt, as despised as she'd felt each time she'd been turned away that very morning, she was as comfortable accepting pity food as she was sleeping in a gutter. So she had to speak.

And...she couldn't.

Oh no...

She blinked rapidly, brown eyes going liquid with a vengeance.

No, I have money...

These were less sad tears, more moved...and a little hotter, frustrated and embarrassed and mortified all at the same time.

Some little money...

Her fingers trembled on her purse, and she wound up shifting it, thrusting it forward on the counter and opening it in a mute invitation for Ruka to take what was owed.

Enough, perhaps...and then for the room...

She closed her eyes at the followup offer--to work something out. And that was the crux of the problem, after all, that Lyta simply didn't know what she was good at anymore, what she was worth to anyone. Certainly she had nothing to offer, no skills worthy enough to take Ruka up on alternate payments, even though doing so would mitigate her concern. How was she going to work off a debt if she wasn't good at anything?

So she'd pay. And she really, really had to speak.

Whether shut down by her own frustration with her voice or by her confusing tumult of emotions, however, the words just would not come.

Lyta's lungs expanded with the distance Saydri gave up, though she also felt...something else. His presence there had felt...good, she decided, and though personal space was also good--better than poking, prodding, one more squeeze of a damned blood pressure cuff--the impact of it shook something inside her that had forgotten what it was like to be comforted. Pet. She opened her eyes as he began to speak again and a small smile emerged in tiny, tiny increments by the time he was done listing options. Slowly, she extended the two first fingers on her right hand, fingernails unadorned and groomed too short for a diva--but just right for a woman who needed to find out who she now could be.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 07-02-2015

[/img]"http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar-1.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] <font color="9ce619] If it was anyone else they probably would have rolled their eyes at Ruka's reply towards him, but Saydri didn't. It was just the way it was here and it wasn't a detrimental nickname, so there was nothing to be upset about. It wasn't like he had any control over what other people called him - and it was better than he had been called in the past.

 The silver gaze remained fixated on the young woman, never leaving her as he waited for her to reply to his question. He caught glimpses of the mix of emotions that ran rampant in Lyta, though he wasn't very good at reading people but he understood that she was upset and frustrated, perhaps overwhelmed. That was something that he understood very well though for another reason - he found it difficult to articulate to others what he was feeling and even just displaying or understanding emotions.

 Sometimes speaking just wasn't easy.

 This young woman whose smell reminded him of nature and the forests that he had called home. She seemed like him in her inability to adequately express herself to her frustration. But Lyta was far more honest with her emotions, his own were far more closeted. Still, it was that assumption and understanding that led him to choose such a simple method to try get a reply from her. It worked too, and he even got a tiny smile with it, which was progress to say the least.

 Saydri smiled softly, auburn strands ruffling around his shoulders as he reached out. Long calloused fingers sliding through the silken strands with ease as he gently petted her long dark strands. Silently offering comfort to the young woman without the complication of trying to say the right thing - it was not his forte after all. Best to leave the talking to Ruka.

 Speaking of Ruka, was she going to make the omelette or was he?

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 07-12-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/Poems/Aki%20kinky.jpg" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;][size=small]Location: Bar
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi, Open[/font]

<font color="#ec7588]Akihiro wasn't really paying much attention to what was going on. His eyes were just scanning the environment and taking in what built up this cathedral. He was also noting any type of cameras or security he should be aware of - an instinctual reaction to any place new to him, even if he didn't particularly have to. It wasn't that he was ignoring the other; it was more to the fact that the blonde's mind just liked to wander and multitask. This was always the case unless there was a particularly attractive person in the room, but then again, there was, so what was he doing again?

Snapping out of his inner thoughts, he blinked and turned his head slightly towards the male. He noticed the lack of cool air on his back, indicating that Likereal must have been done with his inspection. The kiss was also a pleasant thing to come back to, and it caused Aki to grin, his surprisingly perfect smile appearing and showing his obvious happiness to Lik's attention. Despite his chosen profession, Aki LOVED attention and craved it more than not. He wasn't ashamed to admit it. Give him the attention and he'll certain return the favor, though a bit more forward.[/font]

"Oh, Lik. You're so good to me," <font color="#ec7588]he said with duck-like lips, pushed together like one would do to praise some kind of pet or youthful individual. Turning a bit more within the stool, he reached up and took hold of the other's chin, index finger smoothly following the edge of his jawline. His expression turned to normal, this time just a gentle smile as he said, [/font]"You're such a wonderful, wonderful man. How is it you're still single~?" <font color="#ec7588]The hand moved from his friend's chin and instead lifted so that his fingers could comb through the dark strands affectionately, perhaps messing some of the other's hairdo a bit. [/font] "So kind. So gentle. So loving. So thoughtful~" <font color="#ec7588]The list went on and on, and with each slow swipe of his fingers against the male's scalp Aki added more compliments.[/font] "So handsome. So charming. So sexy. So lovable and cute and adorable!!!" <font color="#ec7588]^.^[/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 08-09-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/Saint01.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]By the gods, Saint said in his own head to himself as she started shouting in his mind. His hand came up and flattened over his face. He should not be upset; anger as a sensation he shrugged off most of the time. Like water falling off a duck’s back, he was very good at it. Too good. Most of the damned time other people got brassed off at him for not getting angry. And he fed! Fed and sated and lazy… there wasn’t any reason to feel as if someone and barged in on him, burned his serenity to ember, and then pissed all over it—because why the fuck not?

And he was fine with letting her go, slamming the door and all—even if it did create a pang of annoyance with his overly fucking sensitive ears. He didn’t even wince. No, he didn’t react much at all until he smelled a tangy scent that had his fangs itching for something he’d had enough of last night.

His hand dropped as Seri spoke and his mismatched gaze went to her shoulder. Her back was to him; he couldn’t see the damage, but he knew what had happened. Blood lust boiled from somewhere deep within him—possession and rage. The beast within his mind sprang to life—roared and bent the bars of her prison when she slammed against them. At that moment his eyes shifted to slits—catlike; brief as it was. He inhaled deeply and shut them, forcing it all back—checking himself.

After he’d counted back from twenty and uncurled his fists—forcing the tenseness from his muscles, he shifted across the bed towards Seri. A gentle palm pressed against her back. “…Are ya alright, kitten?” he asked softly before resting his forehead on the back of her neck.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 08-09-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/RukaAlomini.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Some might say Saydri was an easy fellow to ignore, if one overlooked his visible presence. But that was impossible. And she wasn’t ignoring him; he wasn’t ignoring her either. Mostly, they both seemed perpetually inclined to help the girl in her kitchen.

And she wasn’t saying anything—Lyta wasn’t. Again, Ruka was reminded to a cornered doe who hadn’t a place to run or a warm space to fall apart in. For once, the Traygon was a little lost on what to do; this was especially so when Lyta placed her billfold of money on the counter. Ruka glanced at it briefly, watching as Saydri tried to make heads or tails of the little creature without words.

The silver-haired not-quite-a-man smiled warmly at her—using that gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her ears. Deciding not to reply to her, she merely reached out and squeezed her upper arm before turning to make her breakfast. As she went about pulling out a pan and necessary ingredients it was then she felt Saint’s rage. She didn’t pause though, but she did frown. It really was a busy morning... afternoon... and not nearly enough of her to go around to solve every problem. She supposed if worse came to worse, she could leave Saydri with Lyta and attend to her overly boisterous apprentice.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - danixiewrites - 08-11-2015

<img style="Lyta Fiera" src="http://i1299.photobucket.com/albums/ag76/danixiewrites/lyta_zpsk848tfg6.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]It was a quiet thing that crept inside her, comfort, the twain presence of understanding and patience rather than the obvious huff of limited tolerance. It...smelled different when people treated her like they wanted to be somewhere else in the next five minutes. Much different than this. She felt as though the fox within her were at long last considering an emergence from its den, cautious nose to the sky, testing the air for hidden threats and more hideous disappointment.

As Ruka smiled and headed for the stove, Lyta considered what hadn't been said. What hadn't been taken--for her money hadn't been touched. Maybe he thought she'd return to her broken bouts of audible conversation after a meal. Perhaps, regardless of what Lyta herself thought, the apparently tranquil owner of the establishment believed she'd figure something out, that she was something more than she appeared.

That she wasn't a shattered remnant.

If only she could speak, and disabuse him of the notion of pinning any hope on her. Not anymore--or maybe just not yet?

Her head tilted ever so slightly into Saydri's touch as the tone of her thoughts changed from despair and back on track toward the tiniest inkling of possibility. She had to figure it out. The only way through this tragedy was forward. Still, her muscles were studiously rigid. Locking down, as her tears finally dried up. As she began to realize that while watching Ruka's back the temptation to rub her head against the redhead's fingers and revel in the long-neglected sense of affection had snuck up on her. Without warning it'd gone from a feathering inside her mind to the rushing, wild cascade of a waterfall of need. The sensuality of her kind aside, there was a reason so many of her brethren gravitated toward positions where they could be doted on, in many ways more reliant than cats on the prospect of relentless, lovely, decadent touching.

Lyta bit her lip hard enough to draw a tiny bead of blood, but with a shudder she gave up, gave in, and closed her eyes as she pressed her head into the strokes of his fingers. Touch wasn't something she could keep, like an umbrella or a purse. But she could store it up. Just a little. Just for now.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 08-12-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar-1.png" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] <font color="9ce619] Saydri was aware of Ruka and if she hadn’t already started making breakfast…brunch for Lyta he would have spoken and asked whether he should do it. Even though his offer likely would have been rebuffed. Still the young woman seemed more at ease when there was less speaking which was fine with him. He was used to actions more than words himself, words could be so empty and used unwisely could cause significant damage and pain.

 He could sense the first hint of tentative relaxation in the young woman. He could tell already in some way she had been hurt, damaged. The immediate response not to trust, to protect oneself, completely normal emotions…especially for one who had been hurt before. To test and question others words for hidden motive and meaning, to expect automatically for things to not be as they seemed. They were things he was well acquainted with himself.

 Fate was not something that he readily believed in. It was a concept that seemed an excuse for things that were done or not done, to keep it from being someone’s fault. Yet since meeting Ruka he believed in it for the first time, if only a little bit. Inverted Cathedral was a warm haven for so many – somewhere to heal, a place for second chances and a place to belong. Ruka was like a warm balm that drew in those that needed what they could provide, even if she was a little off kilter with Lyta.

 He was, in his own words, a stray collected on her travels.

 Still, Lyta really was adorable even with the tears, which he was glad to see seemed to be abating. Silver eyes moved over her face as fingers continually petted the soft silky waves of her hair, his actions while not hesitant were gentle, almost a feather soft caress.

 When the young woman shuddered slightly his fingers paused before resuming as she pressed into his hand. At the subconscious signal that she was alright with his touch he sensed the need for comfort, or perhaps just the desire to be touched, which he was more than happy to comply silently with. Slender fingers moved along her scalp and through the strands as he moved once more into her personal space, just a little bit closer to her position on the stool. There was no menace, no ill intent behind the movement. Merely testing the boundaries of her comfort in a way perhaps he shouldn’t yet, still he continued to gently pet her, the movements constantly affectionate as he ever so slowly reached out and once more brushed his thumb across her cheeks. Brushing away the lingering dampness.

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 08-12-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/pic.png" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] Ailish felt an instinctive degree of satisfaction at the way the door slammed, the way the sound reverberated around the hallway. A spiteful part of her knowing that he had sensitive ears. Tears filled up the sapphire eyes and tracked hotly down her cheeks as she turned away, taking a few stomping steps with the intention to leave. Her stride faltering when she sensed that her action had unexpected consequences, her abilities enlightening her to the fact that when she had tossed her board in anger at the back wall it had hit the young woman that had been with Saint…

 She hadn’t meant to. Her previous pleasure in slamming the door dissipated and was replaced with regret and uncertainty. It hadn’t been done with the intention of hurting anyone, not Saint nor the woman with him. But it would give him yet another reason to be angry with her, she thought silently shoulders hunching as she swiped at the tears on her cheeks and continued away from the room.

 A storm of emotions raged still within her as tears continued to track down her cheeks. Anger, hurt, regret… but anger no longer at the forefront. It had hurt so much when he looked at her like that, as if she was a bother – a nuisance. Usually he was different, as close to a big brother as she’d ever had and she truly adored him. Perhaps a bit too much. It was an unexpected response, but then she’d never interrupted him when he had someone in his bedroom before…

 Her words spoken in anger, flung without thought. Like arrows tipped with poison. Words were damaging things, not that she specifically thought that he would take hers to heart but they still shouldn’t have been said. After all, she really didn’t hate him. Perhaps she should go back to hibernating in her room again for a while, she thought with a sniffle as she made her way down the stairs and to the floor below.

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 08-12-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner3_1.png" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] <font color="#e6c519] Likèreal was on the other hand paying a lot of attention to Akihiro, though he was unperturbed by the other male’s preoccupation – it was completely normal. Still, he seemed fine. To be honest he wondered sometimes if the other male had formed some kind of pact with the Gods or if he just had more lives than a cat. One of these days though he wondered if all of those lives and good luck would run out.

 Sighing softly he redirected his thoughts, he didn’t want to think about any of those what ifs. So instead he raised an eyebrow at the blonde that was sitting in front of him grinning at him so happily. Honestly he was incorrigible. What was he going to do with him? He thought with a bemused smile and slipped his arms around the other male with a familiarity that spoke of a long relationship, though in their case it was a friendship occasionally sexual one. But that was as far as it went, it wasn’t like they had ever dated nor were dating.

 “I’m glad to hear you finally noticed,” Likèreal stated dryly while sorely tempted to reach out and squish the other male’s cheeks considering the face he saw briefly before Aki turned properly towards him, easy enough within the loose circle of his arms. Momentary surprise flickered across his expression at the question and the Fallen shifted, instead resting one hand against the bar top as the finger trailed over his jawline.

 He didn’t move, remaining somewhat bent over in front of Aki as the fingers combed through the long dark strands, unmindful of his hairstyle. Dark lashes fanned against his cheeks as they covered the honeyed orbs, a soft hum of enjoyment coming from the assassin at the touch of fingers through his hair and over his scalp. Or perhaps the list of compliments.

 “Mm…you were doing so well with the compliments until the cute and adorable.” Likèreal opened his eyes once more, the sensation making him almost sleepy. Meeting hazel with a smile, though he was relatively serious when he said, “And there are many reasons why I’m single – occupational hazard, too flirty friends getting mistaken for cheating, somewhat immortal and just haven’t met anyone to go out with.”

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 08-15-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/Poems/Aki%20kinky.jpg" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;][size=small]Location: Bar
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi (Likereal + Ailish), Open[/font]

"Occupational hazard? More like occupational fun and excitement! Flirty friends? Sexual opportunities to bring into the bedroom! Immortal? A longer time to give as much love as you can possibly give. I say all those reasons are just good ones to start up some sort of relationship!" <font color="#ec7588]The man spoke as if he knew what he was talking about, but the very question he asked Likereal was one that could be directed to himself as well. As one could see, he was not exactly sporting any eye-candy on his arm either, and with the way he acted sometimes tended to repel more than attract within normal societal boundaries. Still, Akihiro held a sort of confidence when it came to what he would like to call 'the love jungle' in which everyone was prey and he was the predator. To him, any relationship whether deep or casual just needed a bit of charm and some lubricant.

[/font]<font color="#ec7588] Staring into the golden hues of the other, he was reminded of the other reason he enjoyed living the way he did. Relationships are hard. They required commitment and trust. Aki knew what he was capable of, and he thought he knew himself. Trust would be a hard thing to accomplish for a person like him. Still, the friendships made over the years weren't just casual encounters to him. Even if it was for a brief moment, he made sure to enjoy it to its fullest. To connect with someone whether on good or bad terms was a precious thing to him, and the sleepy-eyed look Likereal gave him now reminded him of a few treasured moments, when he would wake up first and gaze over to the other side of the bed, eventually meeting up with those eyes as his friend stirred from slumber. They were beautiful and deep, full of things he would probably never know about Likereal.

[/font]<font color="#ec7588] And to be honest, he was fine with that. There were things he kept hidden from the other as well. That was the beauty of this life - it continued whether or not you knew of things, and the moment you're with that one individual is both significant and so very small in this universe.[/font]

"If you spend your life worrying about consequences, you're going to miss out on some fun, buddy," <font color="#ec7588]he said quietly.[/font] "And perhaps... some opportunities..." <font color="#ec7588]As he said this, Akihiro happened to catch a glimpse of something... or someone. [/font]"Speaking of opportunities..."

<font color="#ec7588]There in the distance was something that Aki loved more than vodka and junk food: a woman. Immediately, his libido went on overdrive and the first thing he thought was - how can I possibly get more acquainted with her? His eyes focused on her for awhile, taking in that beauty only a woman could provide. The soft curves that could only be found on such a lovely gender. The full pouty lips. Hair that fell so softly against rounded cheeks. Akihiro was painting a very vivid and grand picture within his mind, though not really out of scratch, for it was right there in front of him... and then he focused on her eyes.

[/font]<font color="#ec7588] They seemed tearful. Were they from a recent argument or break up? Akihiro's own expression saddened. There was just something so powerful about a crying woman... It struck at his heart and left an almost unfulfilled urge and need to comfort. Yes, she was most definitely crying. The way her eyes were a bit red, lower lids slightly puffy, the glimmer of soft trails of tears wiped against her cheek.[/font]

 "Likereal, I hate to interrupt our lovely moment here, but do you, by any chance, know that woman~?"

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 08-16-2015

<img style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/bob2/female/Seri%20Creature_zpsztz3xrfh.jpg" style="avatar]
Her creature's relentless anger at the small wound - more of a deep scratch than anything else - seemed to matter less and less the longer his anger had time to brew. Claws that dripped fire and acid scratched the back of her head, reaching her eyes in a way she was forced to close them and turn her head away from the door. Block out the light in the room from affecting her anymore than it already was. The pressure of his need to release his built up anger flamed inside of her head.

Throbbing, aching pain scorched her body from the inside. A grain of rice heated by the center of the sun flowed into every vein of her body to reach the point of where her wound was and cauterize it closed. Leaving a black smokey pattern on her skin.

Seri was all but frozen in place, hands grasping the bedding beneath her while she kneeled on the bed beside Saint. Hunched over, back slowly curving as she slowly stalemated the fight against her creature. His hatred becoming too strong. The evil too thick to swallow down.

Holding him back, keeping herself from losing her mind. That is, till the warmth and touch of Saint's skin and hair touched her body. Switching to him, just for the hair of a second, was enough for the control to shift in favor of her creature.

White hair began to be stained in blood, a black-red so like the real thing that one almost expected little droplets to fall. The small frame remained, all female except the skin. Once cold and pale as a white peach now turned black. Swirls of smoke moved about along her skin, as if made of glass and filled of smoke. Laced with an eerie green light deep within.

"<font color="#43fc09]...Kitten...[/font]", a deep male voice spoke out, "<font color="#43fc09]...you've lost your kitten, little pig...[/font]" What used to be Seri turned and had a hand on Saints throat, pinning him to the ceiling above the bead in a swirl of movement the sheets barely had time to settle. Pale blue eyes glowed green, casting an acidic light onto Saint's face as she held him there. Against the ceiling. And grinned a sharks smile.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 08-17-2015

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner3_1.png] <font color="#e6c519] Likèreal chuckled quietly at his friend’s choice of words. Only Akihiro would see all of those negatives as positives, or perhaps as those -particular- positives, his friend was a fairly unique individual after all. It was one of many reasons they were friends after all, they were both very similar in some ways. Still for all his prompting the blonde wasn’t one to talk, he wasn’t sure if his friend even knew the meaning of the word commitment, still… perhaps he could one day, if he could find someone who like Akihiro didn’t see his personality, immortality and occupation as negatives.

 “Akihiro, if I could find someone who didn’t see those particular things as negatives I would think seriously about getting into a relationship with them. But danger can be a tad detrimental to a relationship to most people that are not you Akihiro,” he stated with an amused smile as he straightened up, pulling further away from the blonde in order to firstly straighten his hair with a few slides of his hand knowing that his friend had likely messed it all up. Even if he had enjoyed it.

 “Yea, yea…well one of us needs to worry about the consequences of things, it’s what helps to keep you out of jail,” Likèreal said dryly moving his hand into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, tapping the pack he pulled out one of them and put it between his lips as he pulled the lighter from his back pocket. There was a soft click before the flame flared and then went out again.

 He breathed in deeply and then exhaled a soft cloud of smoke before turning his head. Golden eyes following his friend’s gaze towards the young woman that he hadn’t noticed until just then. One would have to be blind not to notice that she was attractive with the petite and toned form with ebony curls and pale skin. One that seemed both very distraught and was in very lacy, sheer clothing… he was undecided on whether it was a nightdress or actually something for public use.

 He knew that look on Aki’s face, the tone in his voice. He should have given Akihiro the glance over upstairs in a room. “I’m afraid not but…she looks like she was just in an argument.”

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 08-22-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/RukaAlomini.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]The stillness, the gentle atmosphere, that existed in the robust kitchen was absent almost everywhere else people preoccupied themselves in her establishment. She felt a flash of worry—genuine worry—as Seri lost herself in light of her apprentice’s ‘attack’. It would be prudent to go immediately, but she’d wait to see how Saint dealt with it. After all, if need be, she could exert her will even at this distance; especially with her aura mingling so very far throughout the cathedral.

She made up Lyta’s breakfast in something of a hurry, knowing Ailish was very much in need of her comfort and assurances. She could sense her tears and frantic motions. Besides, she mused as she flipped the eggs and bacon, glancing once at Saydri and Lyta, her resident Panther had it under control. Aye?

Aye.

With a grace of motion—quick and concise—Ruka had a square white plate of two over easy eggs, toast, and two slices of bacon with a fork and butter knife. After pouring the girl a glass of orange juice, she took up both and set them before the timid creature with a smile. “You will have to excuse me for a while,” she told her softly even as Saydri comforted her. Ruka took up her hand and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Lyta's knuckles; a simple brush of pink-tinted lips that was meant to convey gentility and respect. “I’m sure Saydri can keep you company?” She looked at him, smiling wider. Before he could answer, however, she was swiftly turning and heading into the main room—the bar.

She crossed the room as a woman possessed, or man if one didn’t have the second sense or a the nose of a predator given that Ruka always wore a suit and didn’t have a chest to speak of, and did her best to meet Ailish’s gaze. Instinct made her want to speak within the woman’s mind, but Ruka had to remind herself that it was better to speak openly because the girl simply refused to. Many of their people outgrew this desire for silence and only speaking via telepathy by the age of ten at the latest; not her apprentice, it seemed.

“Ailish,” she addressed her in Common Tongue, not entirely meaning to ignore the two men present. Her arms opened for the younger girl, wondering if she needed a hug. “Are you well?”

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 08-22-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/Saint01.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Saint knew something was wrong the moment he smelled the shift in her. Seri’s scent was unique; something soft and delicate blooming something stronger given the right motivation. But all he could smell for the brief moments before everything about her changed was aggression and malice. He drew back then, not entirely sure how he was going to react as her skin and hair color changed. It was difficult not to feel a tinge of fear himself. When her hand—correction, her creature’s hand—caught his throat and slammed his back into the ceiling above, several things occurred at once. The physical reaction: his jaw clenched, polychromatic eyes shut in a vice, he coughed for air he didn’t need, and his hands wrapped about her wrists in an entirely human manner of self-preservation.

What came after…

The Beast in his head growled at first, every muscle in her body arching and popping. Chuffing came before a roar. Gleaming green eyes would glow as the loud and aggressive sound left beyond fanged jowls and oversized paws bent the bars of her cage with a slam.

“Fuck...” he managed to gasp out, rasping the word as his own creature broke at her bonds. White mist leaked out from the darkness, cutting through the black and night. The bars bent again and the opening cracked enough to release some of her presence.

White streaks began to slice through his hair and another set of fangs began to grow in beside the normal single set. His grip on Seri’s wrists tightened and he wondered why he was holding her back; his Beast. When she tauntingly asked him the same question, he decided it was a moot point and let her have her way—secretly hoping if shit got too out of hand Ruka would handle it and he could blame it on circumstances beyond his control.

At that moment his hair became entirely silver-white aside from a slanting cut of black stripes that looked every bit like that of a tiger pattern. The same black lines cut along his skin, bold against the pale color: along his arms, his chest, his back, thighs, and calves. Nails became abyssal; became elongated and sharpened to points on both his fingers and toes. As eyes snapped open they hummed and otherworldly green and became cat-like slits.

A rumble came from deep within his chest—hers now. The sound rolled into a few chuffs as nails bit into skin that had been Seri’s, as a wide mouthed grin bore fangs and teeth. She smiled, his Beast—smiled at Seri’s with bright and purely animalistic eyes.

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - SilentMystery - 08-22-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/Poems/Aki%20kinky.jpg" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;][size=small]Location: Bar
Target Role Player: [/font][size=small]Angel Kimmi (Likereal + Ailish), Blade (Ruka), Open[/font]

<font color="#ec7588] Likereal had just confirmed his assumption. Those were definitely tears streaks upon the woman's face. It was almost enough to distract Akihiro's famous libido for a moment, but one couldn't deny that despite her situation, the woman in question wasn't wearing much at all, and that was enough of a distraction. The hazel eyes did a casual once over the other's body, and he must say that skimpy lingerie was always a good look... for any woman. Hell, some men pulled it off quite well, too. Akihiro always wanted to try it out, but he just didn't have the right body for it...

[/font]<font color="#ec7588] Hm? Wait now. Some guy had appeared. Who does this chump think he is? He saw her first. Where did he even come from? Akihiro's brows furrowed, but then... something didn't quite seem right. There was a strange feeling stopping him from getting too upset, well, mostly because Aki wasn't really the jealous type. If the guy swung both ways, there wasn't much to be upset about... just more to add to the opportunity. No, this wasn't a sudden jealousy or competitive streak. This was something different.

[/font]<font color="#ec7588] Not to act on it right away, the blonde just stared at the fellow, simply stared. What was it? Was he of a different species? He looked normal to him. Was it the hair? The clothing? Each time Aki reasoned with himself, his eyes just continuously got more narrow until he looked like he was practically squinting at the other from his seat. Well, this was puzzling him quite a bit. He needed a closer look.[/font]

"Excuse me, Likereal~ I have to figure out this mystery!" <font color="#ec7588]And that was all the blonde said before he pushed himself from the stool and sauntered over toward the direction of the two, completely ignoring the fact that there were other matters at hand right now when it came between them. His roughed up forest green cloak gently swayed at his calves and ankles while he approached the 'gentleman' in question, keeping almost a laser like focus on him, and until he was just about right where he wanted to be, his palm reached forward and he grabbed the 'gentleman's' rear firmly. [/font]"Hm."