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Post by Dominique on May 31, 2016 10:22:57 GMT
As soon as the sun set, Dominique took hold of her host's body, dressing the girl exactly as she usually did: skin tight leather pants and a simple tank top. She showed plenty of curves and cleavage, knowing exactly how to catch the attention of the top tippers at the bar. Running her fingers through her hair in lieu of a brush, she wandered down the streets of Nagasaki, sauntering down the sidewalk as she entered the familiar Brujah territories. The Kindred she passed by knew her as the local Fallen, the only one other than Don that frequented these mean streets. Of course, Don was spending more and more of her time in Hell.
Just thinking about her cousin made her physically wince. She had spent most of the Skinlands daytime hours with her, which was a few days in Hell. She had tried to comfort her, to come up with any answers, but Don was absolutely distraught and completely inconsolable. There was nothing she could say or do to try and help. She stopped for a moment, killing her smoke, before she slipped into the doors of her favorite bar.
Tami, the other bartender at Ayur's, waved her greeting and tossed her a towel, commenting about how late she was. Dominique rolled her eyes. "Sorry," she muttered. "Family emergency and all that." Immediately, she e her way towards one of her regular patrons, beginning to pour the beer into one of the clean glasses. Or, well... cleaner glasses, anyways. "I'm here, now. That's all that matters, right?" The two women laughed together before continuing with their usual business.
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Post by Eto on May 31, 2016 11:14:10 GMT
The mercenary hung naked from the ceiling of the stone room in chains. His wrists bound in enchanted shackles over his head, bled freely down his arms and chest. He couldn't remember how long he'd hung there, how many times his alabaster skin had tastes claws. His claws. Eto was drenched in his own blood, hanging from the ceiling of his worst nightmare barely conscious. The world around him was a haze of blurred colors and the agonizing pain of withdrawals and thirst. He moaned out, and heard only the echoing of his own voice in response.
How long had he spent in his dungeons? How long had he been chained to that ceiling in agony? His world existed only of his thirst and his pain and he couldn't tell which was worse. Oh how he wanted rest, sleep, anything to free him from everything he felt. His mind reeled for a few moments before he felt it again. The sharp curved claw slicing into the flesh of his collarbone. "You know how to make this stop. You know how to make it all go away." That all too familiar voice whispered in his ear. "Who other than me could ever love you dear? And all I ask is that you beg." And all the mercenary could do was scream.
Eto awoke screaming and slamming is hands into the lid of his coffin, throwing it to the floor beside him with a resounding crash. Every muscle in his body was tense, bloody sweat had soaked through his cloths clinging to him, and all he could smell was her. All he could feel was the aching thirst and the need to feel her under his lips, his fangs again. "Thrice damned..." The words left his lips as little more than a growl.
Rising from his coffin he made his way through showering, getting dressed and strapping on his scimitars. None of his nightly ritual did anything to comfort him, to alleviate the pain he'd felt. Four packets of blood later he was still aching to drink, to feed from her. He needed to get out of his apartment, away from her scent. He made his way outside. Searching for a breath of fresh air, and all he could smell was her, she'd been by recently. Why was she here? Did something happen to her? He intended to find out.
The furious vampire walked through the city, chasing her scent, tracking her through the streets of his newest home. Where he ended up didn't surprise him much. It was another bar in another shitty part of town. Brujah territory. Either she was just looking for a drink, or she was looking for a fight. Either way he'd get an answer.
As he walked into the bar he noted quite the gathered crowd of both humans and Brujah. He wasn't interested in either. "Everyone out, now. I'll cover your tabs for the evening, but this is your one and only chance not to leave here in a body bag." The mercenary shouted over the loud music so that everyone in the bar could hear him. "Except you." He turned pointing toward Dom. She smelled just like Don, just like his companion. "You stay." He growled low and dangerously. His hands fell to the scimitars at his belt, and that gesture wasn't to comfort himself, it was a blatant threat to everyone in the bar. If anyone in the bar wanted to die, so be it. Damn the masquerade and damn the rules. He needed answers and whomever it was that smelled like Don was going to give them too him.
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Post by Dominique on May 31, 2016 11:28:25 GMT
When the door of the bar slammed open, Dominique jumped. Ayer's was a bit loud sometimes, the patrons rowdy, but it was rarely ever like this. She noticed the way Tami slipped behind her, as if seeking some sort of protection. Of course, the smaller bartender had watched her take on men three times her weight without breaking a sweat, but she was just a human. She had no clue why. And, according to the Masquerade, it had to stay that way. Amy O'Connor was the Prince of the City, the ruler, and she clung to her Masquerade like a life-line.
She looked up to catch the bloodshot eyes of one of the Brujah, one of the bigger men, who sat right at the wooden bar. He pulled his lips back over his elongated fangs, silently asking for her advice. Looking back towards the redhead, she noticed the way he grabbed the hilt of his scimitars, and involuntarily, she shivered. Giving a nod of her head, she watched him stand and start to move the humans out, herding them like cattle.
"What do you want?" she demanded, motioning with one hand for Tami to join the others. She hesitated only a moment before hurrying out of the bar. It emptied pretty quickly, but the dark-skinned Brujah from the bar top remained by the door. One of his Clanmates remained just on the other side and one around the bar, trying to stay out of sight. Dominique was like a little sister to most of the biker-like thugs and they were not fond of the idea of leaving her alone with a known killer. "The owner's not here, but he won't be long. If you're going to try and cause some trouble, I'd advise against it."
Dominique, unfortunately, was not one of the brightest of her House. She had her own goals but she didn't study much outside of those. For Hell-time days, she had listened to her cousin ramble on and on about her lover, but she didn't think twice about the scimitars. At some point, Don had mentioned them, but she was more focused on the emotional bit. Oh, and the whole, "I'm pregnant" thing. That had thrown her for a loop. It didn't cross her mind that the man starting trouble in her bar was the same man that Don described as "the kindest, most caring fucker out" that she had ever met. Of course, "fucker" was said with affection.
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Post by Eto on May 31, 2016 11:38:05 GMT
Eto looked toward the bartender speaking to him, leveling a veiled threat towards him. He looked towards the man at the door, and sighed angrily. Tonight was his unlucky night apparently. Instead of a scimitar appearing in his hand his cloak moved, the Evoker appearing like magic in his hand in the same instant that he fired toward the dark skinned Brujah, aiming for his stomach. If it hit he'd die there of course, but it would be his own damn fault. Everyone seemed to want to push him past his limits, and those limits were very short that evening.
Regardless of the shot landing he'd turn toward the one who smelled like his companion. Ruby eyes flaring with power as the temperature in the room began to rise. "What happened to Don while I was away?" He growled toward the dainty bartender furiously. "What's happened to her?" He wanted answers, needed answers, and he'd year through every bar and slum in the city until he got them.
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Post by Dominique on May 31, 2016 11:48:05 GMT
As soon as the gun fired, even Dominque squealed, dropping to the ground behind the bar. The temperature rose a few degrees, much like it did when Don began to lose her temper, but it did nothing for her comfort level. Her fingers rose and began to slip through her hair as she struggled for some semblance of control. This man had just shot a Brujah, a man she knew, who had dropped and turned to a pile of ash almost instantaneously.
"What the FUCK is your PROBLEM, leech?!" she hissed, backing up and pressing her back into the shelves of the bar. They dug into her back but she was able to reach out, to grab the gun that she kept stashed away. Her fingers wrapped around the grip and turned her nearly white eyes, her demonic blood showing, back to Eto. She did not bother to swing the gun up and aim it. Instead, she kept it close by, ready. She didn't want to defend herself unless she absolutely had to.
Don... He had said Don. Her brows both rose, nearly to her hairline. "Vadia?" she muttered, her shoulders beginning to shake. "Are you the Vadia guy? The fiend fucker?" There was no hostility, only open curiosity. He seemed so much colder, so much harsher than she had described him. She had expected someone calm, quiet... Not this... monster. "Don's, ah... person... thing? Man? Don's dude?"
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Post by Eto on May 31, 2016 12:44:30 GMT
"Everyone else OUT! I won't ask again!" Eto roared one last time firing a round into the floor. Then turned toward the demon hiding in human form. Ruby eyes blazing with heat and power gazed into her eyes. He waited there for a moment giving the last remaining Brujah one last chance to leave before speaking to the Demon.
"Where is Don and what's going on?" He growled toward the demoness. "You smell like her, why?" The vampire growled angrily. The temperature in the bar was beginning to skyrocket. Everything was getting out of hand, his rage was blazing and the room was beginning to suffer for it. Varnish began peeling from the bar top and tables. Eto had no capacity to stop himself, no desire or need too.
"I am Vadia" He finished, "and I need to know what's going on with Don."
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Post by Dominique on May 31, 2016 18:40:58 GMT
The last Brujah in the bar took that opportunity to hurry himself out, stopping only to grab the dog-tags most of their Clan wore around their necks from the pile of ashes Eto left behind. How fucking nice of him. The moment he was through the doorway and outside the bar, he shot a glare over his shoulder. He planned to go directly to the Prince of the City with this outrage. However, he spared a moment to glance towards the terrified looking Fallen, holding on to a gun she never thought she would have to use, before he and his friend ran off, leaving them alone.
Dominique stared after her two companions for a moment before hissing in a breath and forcing herself to look as fearless as she could. She was failing fairly epically, her eyes wide and doe-like and hands shaking. At least he was answering her questions, even if he was demanding answers to his own. "L-look man, she's in Hell, alright? Hasn't left her tower. I was just there, with her."
She wanted to say more, to give him some of the answers he was seeking so desperately, but she was bound by an oath to keep her trap shut and she knew her cousin wouldn't appreciate what it took for a Fiend to break that oath. Instead, she gave a shake of her head. "I don't much feel like getting in the middle of a lover's quarrel, okay? It isn't my business. That's all you guys."
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Post by Eto on May 31, 2016 18:57:36 GMT
Eto let of a threatening growl. There was already one body on the bar room floor, what worse could possibly occur this evening. "I swear to you..." The furious mercenary began releasing the seals that bound him. He'd be limited, fighting while fiending, but he'd survived worse, waves of human purely dark vampiric power began to radiate around him. "I will burn this bar to the ground, if someone doesn't tell me what's going on." Eto's eyes were bleeding black, bleeding into absolute and unbridled fury.
"WHAT IS GOING ON!?!" He roared at the demon as he leveled the Evoker on her. "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!?" The temperature in the bar continued to rise, continued to peel and blister varnish. There wasn't a damn thing that was going to stand between the Assamite and the answers he sought.
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Post by Dominique on May 31, 2016 19:08:52 GMT
"Would you calm yourself down! I don't know how to help you, kid!" Dominique was shouting, trying to be heard over his own yelling. He was a terrifying creature who had taken a Brujah down with a hip shot. She knew that she wouldn't last very long in a fight with him. He would drop her before she could retaliate, and then she'd be back in Hell, trying to explain to her own people as well as her cousin that Etonis Vadia had tried to kill her. That would be just great....
She dropped the gun foolishly and held both hands up, palms out, to show him that she was unarmed. She hoped that she would be able to cool his temper before he did burn yet another bar down. People might start to think that there was a serial arsonist attacking the city if she didn't do anything to stop him. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
"Look. I don't know what happened between the two of you guys the other day. I don't know what answers you're looking for, but I'm kind of limited on what I can talk about. Okay?" Dominique breathed in through her nose and shook her head, hoping that he would understand. "It ain't my business... You guys have a thing, and you need to fix it. Well, I mean, you can't exactly fix it, but you need to fix you so that you can... handle this. Together. It's not fair to... the problem... to not... be together through it." Lucifer, this was getting uncomfortable.
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Post by Eto on May 31, 2016 19:25:40 GMT
The Assamite growled dangerously. She knew what was going on, and he needed those answers, badly. Everything in him ached, screamed at him to kill her and feast. The level of control he was barely maintaining began to slip even more. "What in the nine hells are you talking about?" His words came out softer, more gentle and twinged with just a bit of power.
Slowly he began stalking towards her, his steps completely silent, each movement trained to perfection. The demoness had disarmed, completely removed any sort of control she might have had with that threat. "What is going on?" Again his voice dropped, dangerously. There was little left keeping him in control, she knew so he couldn't just kill her. But there were always worse fates than death. That he knew for certain.
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Post by Dominique on May 31, 2016 19:47:54 GMT
As he approached her, she tried to scramble back, to get away from him, but the bar had her trapped. All she managed to do was bruise her ribs and look foolish, her breath catching in her chest. He was an apex predator, a monster amongst monsters. She had no doubts that he would tear her limb for limb if he thought that it would do him any good, and that scared her more than she would like to admit.
"I can't tell you anymore than that!" she hissed, trying to wrack her brain for ways to get around her oath. It was surprising what people would do when threatened with agonies like that. The softer his voice got, the more certain she was that she might never see her cousin, her parents, her friends again. She seemed to have completely forgotten that she could just go back to Hell, to the safety that she found there. Well, relative safety, anyways. "I gave my word."
Dominique shook her head fiercely from side to side. "I'm telling you, man. It's... It's a thing, okay? It's not a terrible thing, but it's a thing, and it's going to be a thing. And you both owe it to the... thing... to try and make this work! She's scared, okay? Scared and angry and hormonal." Closing her eyes, she hoped desperately that he would somehow understand her obscure hints. Men, she knew, could be fairly dense, but if he really wanted to know what was going on, he would have to try reading in between the lines. It was all that she could offer him.
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Post by Eto on Jun 1, 2016 3:28:24 GMT
Things began to slowly click inside the back of the Assamite's head, pieces and parts of her statements were beginning to make sense. Way to much sense. The Evoker seemed to vanish just as quickly as it had appeared in his hand. Everything seemed somehow much quieter as the room began to cool. Those almost black eyes bleeding back to ruby. "That explains a lot." He whispered turning towards the exit. "Apologies for your bar. I'll be sure to pay for it. Oh, and when the oddly titled Prince or her minions arrive, let them know that this was entirely my fault and I'll take full responsibility for my actions." Eto raised as hand and waved as he walked to the door, and just as he reached the precipice, he vanished. His entire form just bursting with speed.
~Everything makes sense now, Don, what happened all her actions and words...~ Eto ran the city, ran through it's winding and weaving streets, coming to a stop on the wharf, the exact same wharf he'd met the oddly titled prince a few months before. The entire city seemed to be insane. War, intrigue, and now Don. Ruby eyes seemed to gaze emptily out at the ocean as he went over the events of the past night again and again. "Sorry Don." He murmured to no one in particular. It wasn't like he was going to be able to fix things. He'd have to trust in Don's judgement to make things right. "Damn." He whispered, resting his hands behind his head as he laid atop one of the many shipping containers. "And I was so close to having a real home..."
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