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Thread: The Kiss of Moonlight (For Drum and Menarae)

An amused smile curved her lips, and she called out, 1300. She sipped her wine, ignoring the curious look Commissioner Owen gave her. Instead, she asked him, How's your family? Did Emily have the baby yet? Yes, two days ago. A little girl. We named her Gracie Mae. Mom and baby are doing well. That's lovely, she said softly. Children are such a joy. He sipped his scotch. Sounds like you've experienced the joy. Carlotta sighed and patted his arm. It's been so long, Mark, I don't remember much of my life before the bite. Another woman upped the bid to 1800. Carlotta glanced over her shoulder at Viktor, and then placed a bid of 2200.
Thread: The Kiss of Moonlight (For Drum and Menarae)

She was grinning at him, and he could feel it as much as see it out of the corner of his eye. He didn't return her eye contact, but his lips curled into a playful sort of crooked smile. As he heard the bid jump up a few times and Carlotta make it 2200, he spoke up again, Why not make it an even 5000? He was pleased to hear the start of a few murmurs in the background in response. They were still low, but then again, vampire hearing was a bit above normal.
Thread: The Kiss of Moonlight (For Drum and Menarae)

Carlotta considered the new bid. 6000, she offered, ignoring the shocked look the commissioner now gave her. To him, she murmured, You know my fondness for this charity. The commissioner chuckled and knocked back the rest of his scotch. I'm going for another drink. Are you all right? Carlotta tilted her half-full glass a little. I'm fine, thank you. The commissioner headed to the bar, chuckling and shaking his head.
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Viktor's smile widened further. He couldn't tell for sure, as he still wouldn't look right at her, but she seemed a little less amused than she was before. He tried to gauge how ridiculous of a sum he could bid without pushing her past annoyed or shocked and into livid. Hmmm, well, there seems no reason to be coy... 15,000, he said, and very nearly started laughing when he thought about the fact that he had absolutely no idea what he was bidding on.
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Carlotta laughed and shook her head when the auctioneer asked if she would place another bid. She covered her mouth with her free hand and giggled wickedly. Viktor had just bought a spa day for two, complete with full-body massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, and mud bath, among other services. The commissioner went over to Viktor and slapped his shoulder. I'm not sure if I should thank you or Carlotta for your donation. Carlotta's never been to a spa in her life. Considers them a waste of money. he headed back to Carlotta, still chuckling. He touched her elbow to alert her to his arrival, even though she knew he was there. And what would you have done if he let you win the bid? Given it to Emily. She'll need a day of pampering, and I haven't bought a baby shower gift yet.
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He stared at the chief for a moment as he walked away, then looked directly at Carlotta and let out a bit of an uproarious laugh. As it broke into a chuckle he gave her a knowing nod as if to say 'well played'. In truth he felt he had broken even on this one, but still, she must be quite amused. He went to the auctioneer's table to write out a check and take the claim ticket before rejoining the party. Despite what the chief had just told him, he walked directly over to her and, with an overly polite bow, held the ticket out to her. A gift, Miss DuCharne, he told her, to commemorate your... shall we call it your victory? In any event, I'm sure you can find a way to put it to much better use.
Thread: The Kiss of Moonlight (For Drum and Menarae)

Truth be told, the charity is the victor here, she purred. I don't think anyone was expecting a spa package to bring in 15 000. I sure didn't, the commissioner said with a chuckle. But really, I have no use for a spa day, Carlotta continued. I am quite relaxed enough as it is. Mark's wife, on the other hand... She glanced at the commissioner, who shook his head slowly, chuckling again.
Thread: The Kiss of Moonlight (For Drum and Menarae)

I would certainly classify that as a good use, Viktor said with a smile, here you are, Commissioner. To your wife, with my compliments. He handed the slip of paper over to the Commish and turned back to Carlotta. He looked her right in the eye this time and raised both his eyebrows suggestively. Then he let his charming, slightly detached exterior slip just a little and said in a whisper so low that even she would have to strain to hear it, Are you quite certain you're so very relaxed, my dear? My very presence seems to cause you tension. It was direct, and perhaps prematurely so, but she was simply too interesting.
Thread: The Kiss of Moonlight (For Drum and Menarae)

The commissioner offered his thanks quietly, but he backed away a little when he saw the look on Carlotta's face. he couldn't hear what Viktor had said, but he recognized Carlotta's reaction. Her green eyes glittered coldly. The muscles at the corners of her jaw flexed as she clenched her teeth briefly. Her hand shot out and clamped around Viktor's elbow. She closed the space between them, her body not quite touching his but, with just the slightest shift, she would be pressed against him. She put her lips to his ear and murmured, I always enjoy a good hunt.
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Viktor was calm and cool. He made no move to provoke her. He had had to restrain himself when he saw her move for him, but trusted that she wouldn't start something in her own city without a good reason. His body made no move, but his face... that was where he worked now. He gently pulled back so that he could look her in the eye and let the grin slowly fade, but didn't replace it with horror at her threat or an attempt at intimidation. Instead... his looks softened. His features took on a very aged quality, showing centuries of deep scars from things seen that could not be unseen. His is eyes probed hers feverishly, looking into the cool danger that she was flashing at him and trying to get past it. He simply looked at her and tried to read her for a very long moment. Finally, he whispered back to her in the most compassionate disarming tone he could muster in such a hushed voice, I'm so sorry, Carlotta. I don't know what kind of pain it is that you carry, but I'm sorry. It was a little bit of a guess, but it was a more informed guess than most could probably make.
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Carlotta blinked, surprise momentarily replacing her hard edge. But it was just for a second, and her veneer returned as she released his arm and stepped back. She was suddenly short of breath. She tried to cover it with a small cough. She lifted her chin, looking down her nose at the vampire. Just remember, Mr. Krauss, this is my city. And then she returned her attention to the auction. They were now auctioning off a weekend stay at a chalet in the Rockies. 1500, she called.
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Viktor slowly nodded, respectfully, and then let the charming smile spread back across his face. His eyes lost the liquid quality they'd briefly held and sparkled again as if he didn't have a care in the world. He stepped back from her as she made a new bid, and bowed deeply, once again playing the out of place old English gentleman, which entertained him further since his name was so obviously not English. He'd learned something important there, though the details were not forthcoming or clear. He'd been close enough with his guess to take her off gaurd, and he was definitely right about her being interesting. Still, that was enough for one evening he wouldn't press her further. Surely their paths would cross again soon. After all, this was her city, as she said, and he wasn't simply leaving town. He walked past her towards the commissioner and shook the man's hand, realizing there was one more thing he needed to do this evening. Please convey my appreciation to your officers for the fine work they continue to do, Commissioner, he said politely. Mark notably looked less pleased than he might have before the little incident with Carlotta. His smile was somewhat forced, and it was clear enough that he was at least loyal to Carlotta. Viktor looked once or twice to ensure that no one was in ear shot, and dropped his voice lower. And please do not concern yourself for your good friend, Viktor grinned slightly adding, or the safety of your good citizens living around the two of us. I assure you I mean absolutely no harm or threat to her, nor do I particularly wish to cross her. He wasn't sure whether or not the man would believe him, but there was no reason not to try to leave someone she seemed to trust with a good impression rather than a bad one. Not to mention, it was decidedly in his best interest to try to avoid having the head of the police department upset with him, especially considering the nature of some of his business.
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I'm not worried about Carlotta, Mark said simply. I know her moods. You'd be wise to step lightly around her. Then he knocked back the rest of his scotch and went to say his goodbyes. Carlotta won the chalet weekend, as she usually did. It was one of the few things she still enjoyed hiding away in the Rockies, far away from the city. Her new guardian hadn't gone on a trip with Carlotta yet. The vampire didn't doubt the girl would enjoy herself immensely. She wrote the check and took the collection ticket before joining Edgar to watch the rest of the auction. The host looked a little nervous. I saw that exchange between you and the other vampire, he murmured. Anything I need to worry about? Carlotta frowned. Edgar, you know me better than that. She sipped her wine. If I was to start something, I wouldn't do it in public with potential human casualties.
Thread: Mixing Two Worlds //Nymph x Midnight//

Short, but I have a headache. x.x I'll write better when I feel better This land was quite vast, large and green. The Kingdom of Erithi was one of the largest in the world, led by the most intelligent scholars and magicians, the most agile strike forces and dancers, and the most gentle and peaceful race. The Elves. And as most lore reads, Elves are thin, fairy like creatures with long ears and sharp senses, they can see miles and miles away in perfect vision, they speak with the trees, grass and nature in general. They are unusually calm and collected, a trait uncommon in elves is hot-headedness. The Elves had many Allies Humans, Dwarfs, Fae Creatures, Centaur, etc, and few enemies. Yet alas, they were being run out, run out by creatures of damned Earth. Soil and hate feeds the twisted minds that follow orders with no mind of their own. Bloody screams for war echo throughout the lands, the Orcs and Goblin like creatures tearing both humans and other living creatures to bits for life blood. Their grubby hands stained with the crystalline blood of pure elves. Yes, Zyien was remorseful. She shed no tears, as she was too naive. In her mind they all lived on, no one was hurt, this was all just a bad dream. Sighing, the woman tilted her head back, looking up into the dark sky. Gray clouds hovered low over the tree tops, threatening rain. Zyien was already picturing the streams of blood mixed with the rain, flooding their campsite. Though, she pushed back her negative thoughts. A voice sounded behind her, it was rough, not quite as sweet or smooth as any Elf. She gasped and spun to face it.. it was him! Her white eyes sparkled. The savior! Clapping her hands together once she rushed towards him. Hello! She said back, excited by his awakefulness. Her eyes scanned his image.. he was taller then she thought he had been, her head was tilted back, to get a look at his face. She was distracted by the dark curls on his brow. Crossing her arms, she shifted her weight to her other leg, one hip bouncing to the side. Leaning forwards, she peered at his armored body. She assumed it was his skin! It was so tight.. and it just.. looked like it might be. What.. are you? She asked, cocking her head. Trying not to seem to rude by her inquiries.
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Raven had spoken carefully, his mind still in a haze as he stepped from the tent. The air of where he had been transported was breathable, if it wasn't, he would have been dead by now. The male cautiously had stuck his head from the tent then emerged bodily. Nearby he noticed a humanoid creature, several of them nearby, they weren't armored, and few of them were armed, all of them dressed in a primitive fashion. As Raven left the tent his senses were overwhelmed, his sensitive nose and eyes attacked by the smoke. Discipline kept him from lifting a hand to his nose to attempt to filter the contaminants. Raven faced the creature when it... she confronted him. Raven tilted his head to the side a little when the creature standing in front of him repeated him, though her body language told him that she actually understood his question and was greeting him, then she moved, he didn't have quite enough time to examine her. Raven's reflexes acted before his brain did, the female creature clapped her hands and ran towards him. Raven's fingers immediately wrapped around the handle of his knife, his hand extending out, his gloved fingers extended like an imaginary shield in a gesture universally accepted as 'stop'... Stay back... Raven's command left his lips without a waver, though his body language made it perfectly clear that he was simply being cautious, not aggressive. His eyes, golden, with sharp, nearly oval pupils focused on her. There was a protocol involving meeting an unknown alien species, for all he knew she would leap at him and attempt to tear his throat out, he was also practically unarmed, his pulse-blades and most of his gear gone save for his body suit and base armor that protected his arms legs, and torso. To Raven's surprise, the creature greeted him instead of attacking him, and when his mind finally caught up to his reflexes and he realized again that whatever she was she was likely not hostile he relaxed, straightening his posture and sheathed the tool. The female had come to a stop nearby, examining him with what seemed to be a rather pleased and curious expression, and asked what he was, in common tongue at that. Raven blinked, clearly surprised with her statement, his fingers relaxing and easing from his knife, answering her question truthfully Me? I am a Kaviri Mercenary working for the Alliance. Raven wasn't human, though his species was an offshoot from the human main race, evolved to survive in a harsher terrain of his jungle homeworld. You speak common? Raven took the time to let his eyes roam over the creature that now stood before him. She was thin, lithe, perhaps a member of a race that dwells within the forest that surrounded them, her skin color was also different from the others that roamed around. The male's yellow-gold eyes scanned over the female, curiously, she was reasonably attractive, for whatever she was. You don't seem to mean me any harm... Where am I... and what are you The female didn't look that too distant from baseline humanity.
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Zyien barely had noticed the knife, until she heard the clip of it sitting in it's sheath, she stepped back, just barely a foot. A soft gasp leaving her, her chest rising with fear. But.. he put it away, his body relaxed, she could see the muscles under his skin tight suit relax, stretching back out to a less tense way. His shoulder lowered and his hands were shown to her. Her eyes scanned the suit he wore again. She motioned at it, whispering something.. but nothing happened. Her head cocked to the side. What kind of magic is that.. She wondered aloud, barely audibly whispering to herself. Her white eyes danced back up to his face, she noted he seemed scared, or confused by his surroundings, so she raised her hands in a gentle gesture, wiggling her fingers in the air. He spoke, his voice was rough and harsh, almost hurting her sensitive ears. It was dark and gravelly. A what? She asked, blinking. The words he spoke were so.. strange. What was a Kaviri? It sounded more like a place to her. And who was this Alliance he spoke of? Was he from a strange and exotic part of this world? Though.. Zyien thought back, she thought the world had been completely adventured, mapped and easily led to. Her eyes had dropped to his feet as she thought, before snapping back up, meeting his amber ones in her strong, yet gentle gaze. Aye, I speak common, we do business with humans.. Nodding her head, her hair bounced, before she run her fingers through the thick mane, pushing the white strands from her eyes. I mean no one harm. She shrugged, answering his first inquiry. You are outside of one of the smaller towns of Erithi. My Kingdom, my home.. Her tiny face fell, her eyes dropping to her grass again, but this time, she did not left them. Her shoulders slumped in despair and her fingers fiddled with the torn edges of her skirt. I am of a dying race, the Woodland Elves, we are being raped, slaughtered and maimed by the Orcs who invade our land, kill our trees and burn down our homes. Gritting her teeth, she spoke harshly, fighting back a sudden sadness. Clearing her throat, she began I am Zyien So'lyin. I am the Daughter of one of the High Seven and of a powerful Magician. She introduced herself with a half hearted bow. There was a soft rumble up in the sky above them, from far east. Looking to the sky, she bit her lip. A storm is coming. Perhaps.. we should find cover before the rain begins to fall, yes? Her tin hand waved to the tent behind him.
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Raven looked up at the female as she entered the tent behind him. Just call me Raven or Rae, I do not know you well enough for you to call me otherwise. The male looked down a little, sitting in the grass in a comfortable position against the tent's wall. Yes, it is another of my people's creations, it is called a pulse blade, you press the trigger and it creates a blade of energy, I guess you could call it a magic sword. Raven gave the female a suspicious look, magic wasn't real, there was no such thing... Raven wasn't about to assume that whatever she was talking about was mirrors and smoke though, some species were powerful psionics, able to read and move things with simple thoughts and concentration, perhaps even accelerating healing as she mentioned. So if you have nowhere left to go, and you believe your species is truly doomed... Fight, fight till your last warrior breathes his or her last breath, that is what the Kavir do, and that is how we survived, we fought, and we won. If the forests are your strength, use them to repel your invaders, be the predators, not the prey. Raven briefly looked down, settling in a position he was comfortable with and pressing a button on his right arm. Almost immediately a little display appeared on the bottom of his right arm, a bright blue glow with little readings and symbols the elf would not understand, writings in Raven's own language. My gear can't be too far away..., I would have to find it before my power reserves run out. Raven listened to the female's description of her people's enemy, a frown touching his own lips as he listened, the Rach'tid didn't rape, thankfully, though they had fairly advanced, and deadly technology on their side. It isn't of course, this technology is thousands of years more advanced... The male looked up from his gauntlet, then down at the ground for a moment, deciding on his answer. Yes, I can help you and your people., but I want to find my gear, It makes a job much easier. The male closed is hand, terminating the screen before looking up at the female, who had also made herself comfortable. sitting in the long grass inside the tent. Another rumble of thunder could be heard above the tent, the sound caused Raven's eyes to move up, away from the female, a wince coming to his face. I am not quite used to that sound... Raven looked down and away, he had been stationed on Noveria's world for months, and even longer in the cold silence of space, the thunder reminded him of his homeworld, and it wasn't a pleasant. Raven thought for a moment, his eyes lowering before he looked up finally, focusing on the female What is your world like?
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Nodding, she accepted his answer. Raven it is then.. As he explained about his weapon, she nodded slowly once more. A soft chuckle left her, the tone he said 'magic' was laughable. You don't think Magic is real.. Zyien spoke softly, knowing he'd hear her, knowing he doubted her. She could prove it to him, but it took so much effort, she'd barely be able to hold a conversation afterward. So, she kept her hands in the grass. Letting the blades caress her fingers, tangling around her hands like it had a life of it's own, it clung to her as if it didn't want her to leave, to put herself in danger. Zyien shot her a glance, her white eyes were glowing in the dim lighting of the tent. We are fighting. Fighting with everything we have, we are trying to protect the young and the ill, She didn't make eye contact with him, looking towards the flap of the tent, watching it sway in the wind. While we do this, our Strike Forces are in the forest, watching the Orcs, plotting when they can kill them off. Their army is ten times the size of our own. Her speak was interrupted as she looked at him, at the blue screen. Her eyes changed into wide saucers, amazed. Wow.. Softly she cocked her head, How far? If it's not too far we could chance it in the storm. Untangling a hand from the grass she waved towards the sky. A grin touched her face, So your beings have long lives as well? Zyien physically looked in her early twenties, though, in reality, she was nearly a hundred years old -- but that was young for them! She nodded at him, We will find your gear then. Can that blue-glowing thing show you where it is? Zyien rose to her feet, stretching her arms above her head, not purposefully her pale stomach exposed itself as she stretched out. When her shoulders and arms relaxed she spun to him, offering a hand and a soft smile, Thunder? Ah, I used to be terrified of thunder, but I grew out of it. The forests look beautiful after rainfall.. Her voice trailed off, Hopefully, we'll have a forest left. She wiggled her fingers at him, hoping he'd take her offer of aid. My world? Wonderful, vast, multicultural.. She began. I can explain as she search for your weaponry. Zyien stretched her arm out further, I wont hurt.