Creatures of the Knight

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

He crept his way into the bar. It had a very light crowd. He grabbed a seat at the bar, and put down my mace in front of my seat. Hiding it from pubilc view. "Bartender, a bottle of scotch, and a glass if you please". The bartender nodded, and attended immediately. While the bartender searched the cabinet for some good scotch, the cleric had a look around. Some demons, some humans, but nothing evil yet.

 

[JenSuccubus]

Majestic

Majestic watches the cleric fellow enter, seeing how careful and catious he's acting.....She sighs and thinks to herself...I hope he doesnt try anything.....considering that it might endanger the guests and the hotel itself... She sips more of her water, keeping a slight eye on this fellow....just in case.....she may not be a demon, but she can hold her own against them.....

~"Maj"~

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

Turning around, he notices that someone noticed him! Seeing her, he quickly turned away, like nothing happened. He hid his mace even more now. In the meantime, the bartender came back with his drink. Now was a good time for questions. Brother Sancti poured some scotch into his glass before he asked, "so, hows business?". The bartender replied, "not so bad stranger". So far, brother Sancti was off to a good start.

 

[JenSuccubus]

Majestic

I smile a bit at him seeing me...Hmm....Apperently I am loosing my touch...I thought he wouldn't notice me back here.. Either way, I keep an eye on him as he chats with the Bartendor, keeping my wings folded over myself, as they (Along with a little help from the table) are hiding the fact that I'm not quite human....much less anything else here...I sip some of my water a bit, keeping an eye on him, but watching the others in here as well......As I am the makeshift bouncer after all...but noone said I couldn't ever have any fun....heehee....considering how I "work" twelve hours a night...literally...as I sleep during the day in stoneform....

~"Maj"~

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Osmond and Rhiannon ~ Dining Room

Osmond and Rhiannon enter the dining room laughing. Osmond has just told another of his infamous jokes and Rhiannon has always laughed uproarously at them. He's such a card... Always the prankster he sends another of those thought tendrils up under her skirts and gooses her! She jumps just as the maitre'de looks up from his seating chart and says, "This way, sil vous plais." Stopping for just a fraction of a second and glancing strangely at them. It's all they can do to keep a straight face as they follow him to their table...

 

[ozme52]

Osmond & Rhiannon - an invitation to dinner

I find that having broken the proverbial ice with Rhiannon, I can't keep my thoughts off of her.... Quite literally, as I send a tendril of thought caressing her derierre. She shoots me a little glare as she unexpectedly jumps and attracts some unwanted attention. Or maybe it wasn't a glare. I almost break out laughing.

As the maitre'de seats us, I notice a very strange couple sitting at the bar, out in the lounge. I whisper a few words in Rhiannon's ear, she nods her agreement, and I go off to make an introduction, hopefully to gain an ally or two.

Going to the bar, I size up the gentleman. Obviously a holy man of some sect I don't readily recognize, but the look in his eyes, Hell! and strange eyes at that, tell me he is a potential ally.

But what I find to be especially intriguing is the woman. A rare sight. Unknown to all but a few, sitting before me, in all her glory, attempting to blend in, is an honest to goodness Gargoyle!

She's doesn't seem to be with the cleric, or at least not as far as I can discern. I decide to tread carefully.

"Greetings! Forgive my boldness! I am Osmond Harrison. My companion, Miss Rhiannon Petrova and I would be most appreciative if you would join us for a late supper. Miss?"

I gentiley bowed, took and kissed the gargoyle's hand. As I glanced into her eyes, I sub-vocalized, so that she could clearly read my lips, "Miss Gargoyle"

I smiled, turned to the cleric and extended my hand.

"Good sir? or should I say Good father? Would you join us as well?"

 

[Mystic_Visions]

I offer Miss Benfield my arm, as I lead her out into the gardens. The night is clear, with just the hint of a chill in the air. I lead her to a bench near one of the fountains, having her sit facing away from the hotel. I place the case on another bench.

'My dear, all I ask is that you sit, and enjoy this moment. I am in need of a muse at this moment, and have chosen you,' I tell her, touching her shoulder from behind. 'I hope you enjoy this.'

I walk to the case, undo the clasps, and slowly open the cover. I can see that all is in order, no damage has occured during my journey, for which I am glad. First I pull the bow from the case and apply a light coat of resin. Then, like a mother cradling a babe, I remove the instrument, placing it gently under my chin. Closing my eyes, I begin to play. The melody is well known to me, a beautiful Irish lullaby my mother used to sing to me when I was a child. The violin sings, filling the air with it's sweet sounds. I can feel the music, and am momentarilly lost in it's embrace. Opening my eyes, I see her, sillohetted against the rising full moon. I find myself following the curve of her neck, down towards her shoulders. A lovely sight, and I draw further inspiration from her, channelling it directly into the music. I wonder if she can feel it? Does this music touch her soul, as it has touched mine at this very moment.

 

[Llyr]

OOC: I PM’d you, Daren, hope you don’t object to my joining in.

Name: Jack Phillips
Gender: Male
Country: USA
Species: Human
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Physical: 5’ 10” Lean build
Status: Bartender, Knight Hotel

IC:
I’d been musing on the self-proclaimed reporter ... the Molloy guy. What was he doing here? He claimed to know all about the strangeness here at the Knight, but who in God's name actually believed in such stories? The fact that the rumors he'd been hearing were actually true didn't negate the fact that no one would believe him if he published.

A news reporter? Possible, but not likely. If he was legit, he must be seriously down on his professional luck to get this kind of assignment - but then why had old man Ferguson comped him for full service?

Ever since the Knight had been bought out by the Holding Corporation things had been getting progressively weirder - not that they hadn’t always been out of the ordinary anyway. But eight years as barkeep here had taught me to keep my mouth shut and push the liquor. Things were better that way anyhow. Work made it easier to forget ...

"Bartender, a bottle of scotch, and a glass if you please".
Christ! Now, what the hell is THIS? The guy sitting at the bar looks about six feet tall, he’s wrapped in a black duster and staring at me with eyes that have pupils SO contracted, they appear to be missing altogether. His voice sounds as though he’s been swallowing glass splinters, and he’s got the nervous tension of a cat at a local Kennel Club show. I glance Majestic’s way and see that she’s got her eye on the Spook too. Turning to the cabinet behind me I pull down a bottle of Chivas and place it before him with a glass. As he pours himself a double, I reach under the bar and scrounge around for a Camel. I’m just lighting it when he asks, "so, how’s business?"

“Not so bad, stranger. Or rather, padre.” I correct myself as I see the priest’s dirty collar. There’s also a flash of gold under the duster - a crucifix I’m guessing. One thing’s for sure, he definitely wouldn’t have found work in my parish back in Hell’s Kitchen. Even with all the crap that’s going on with the Church these days, they couldn’t be THIS hard up for priests. Something was definitely not right about this guy. Or about this whole night. Our ratio of strange guests to “normal” was on the rise. (Jimmy, my shift relief, had warned me to watch for some freak who talked to thin air. Said he dressed in black. I eye Padre Lovecraft once again.) And having that corporate suit, Harrison, sniffing around was jangling my nerves. All I wanted was to be left alone. I had enough of my own troubles without being dropped into the middle of a shitstorm.

Looking back at Majestic, I see she’s still watching the priest which is fine by me. I’m good with the thirty ounce Louisville Slugger I keep behind the counter, a matter of good business rather than pride, but I’ve watched Majestic disassemble men ... and others ... twice the size and thrice the crazy of Spooky here at the bar. She’s quiet and keeps to herself mostly - like me - but she handles herself like a pro and I respect that. It’s why I can’t call her that baby-name most of the staff use. To me, she’s Majestic, never “Maj.”

I’m surprised to see Harrison re-enter with the Rogue-looking woman. I’ve seen her type at the Hotel before, and things generally seem to end badly for the male companions of these ladies. (The maids have stories that would make Straub or King have nightmares.) The fact that he's still walking and now actually laughing with her says something about him, but I don't quite know what yet.

Finding another Camel I lean back against the mirror behind the bar and scan the room again looking back just in time to see Harrison glide over and ask the priest and Majestic to join him in a drink. Something is definitely going on here. I nod my head slightly at Majestic so she knows I've got my eye on her if she needs backup ... as if she ever does.

"Another bourbon, Mr. Harrison?" I ask as I look him up and down again.

OOC - We need an anachronism check. ozme52's first post seemed to set the story in today's world with its "corporate speak." spiritual_love reinforced this when she had Gabrielle step out of a car, but The_high_king and Mystic_Visions are playing in about 1858.
Heeeellllp.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

Brother Sancti decided to ease his way towards the point. He took another shot of scotch before talking. "Say, bartender, I was just wondering *ahem* You wouldn't have happened to have seen anyone... unsual come in here have you? Now, I know that the usual guests are not really... you know... 'usual', if you know what I mean. Hell, I'm not even usual, you know what I'm saying? What I mean to say is, have you seen anyone who looks very, VERY unsual. And I'm not talking the usual ghoul, or that cyclops bellboy you got outside. I'm talking someone who looks... evil. Now, don't get me wrong here, I'm not trying to pry into anything or to make any judegments. But has there been anyone lately who has, lets say... sent shivers down your spine? or, so wicked looking that his or her image is clinging to your mind? any customers lately that have left that kind of impact on you?". He spoke these words to him quietly. Not a whisper, just quietly.

 

[JenSuccubus]

Maj

I look at the one kissing my hand with a bit of surprise mixed with cofusion, mostly the latter though...I sigh a bit, but I smile at him "I am called 'Majestic' by those who know me, but most of the time they shorten it to 'Maj'...." I am still being a bit cautious, considering I'm not quite sure what this fellow is....Though I sense no immidiet danger...gods only know what could possibly happen...espically around here.....

~"Maj"~

(Edit: Made a correction!)

 

[ozme52]

Osmond, Majestic, Rhiannon, et. al.

"Majestic? how apropos. A lovely name for a lovely lady. But please, no need to expose yourself to unnecessary danger. I'm sure no one else has noticed your, shall we say, "unusual" features. I would be most distressed if, realizing your true nature, someone took advantage of you during the daylight hours. Please call me Osmond,"

"and please, join us for dinner. There is much to discuss."

I turn to the bartender.

"No thank you Jack. Perhaps later. However, if you can get away from the bar, I would like to ask you some questions about some recent events here at the Knight."

I smile. "Don't look surprised Jack. Just as it is part of your job to know the names of all the guests, it is part of mine to know the names of the staff. May I presume you'll join us shortly?"

And once again to the cleric, "Good father. Again, please join us."

I help Majestic up from her seat, allow her a moment to "arrange" herself, and escort her to the dining room. I'm not sure if she's really willing to join Rhiannon and me, but she appears curious enough that she allows me to escort her into the dining room.

"Miss Rhiannon Petrova, may I introduce our new acquaintance, Majestic." I pull out a chair at the dinner table to see if Majestic will sit down with us. The cleric looks hesitant. I'm not sure of his intentions. Jack, the bartender has an amused look on his face. Things are getting complicated and I'm still not sure what is going on here at the Knight, let alone what I may want to do about it.

"Majestic, Maj, I assume you watch over the Knight. Now that I know you're a resident, I'm even less sure why I was asked to come, nor what is expected of me. Rhiannon and I have had past, shall we say, "disagreements" with various vampire clans, and though we both detect their spoor here, I don't think that is the nature of the problem. But so far, for the short time I've been here, I haven't seen or heard of anything I would call dire, occur. What can you tell me? What's happening?

 

[JenSuccubus]

Maj

I close my eyes after he asks me the question, pondering for a moment, about a minute passes....."To be honest, I'm not really sure what the hell's going on, if I even knew, I'd gladly tell you....." I think a minute before continuing "To be honest, I have been a bit.....'restless' the past few nights.....I know I have the urge to protect this place, but right now, I feel like I don't know from what....or whom..." I readjust my wings and tail a bit, still thinking....I really do have no clue.....considering........The past couple of nights, I really have been restless.....patrolling more often....practicing with my weapons a bit more often....but for what?

~"Majestic"~

 

[Llyr]

Jack

I try to hide my dismay but not quickly or well enough. Harrison is smiling politely at me and states simply, “Don't look surprised Jack. Just as it is part of your job to know the names of all the guests, it is part of mine to know the names of the staff. May I presume you'll join us shortly?”

He's good. Too good to be underestimated for sure, and clearly he isn’t just a suit. His assertion aside, brass doesn’t learn the names of staff - ever. So then, had he made a tactical mistake, or was he tipping me off to the fact that his presence here wasn’t some fool inspection by an overzealous corporate underling looking to ride the fast track up the ladder of promotion? My curiosity is almost enough to make me take him up on his offer immediately - except for the priest.

Either the guy's whacked out beyond all reason or he's so completely zoned into his own head that he hasn’t even heard two invitations by Harrison to join him and his lady friend. (I wonder how this plays with Harrison himself. His urbane manner hasn't changed at all, but he doesn't seem the type who would react well to being ignored.) I hadn’t realized that the priest was talking quietly the whole time Harrison was addressing Majestic, but after the Enigma returns to his table, Majestic apparently in tow, I can hear the priest speaking quietly. He's leaning forward and I realize he is talking to me. “... Now, don't get me wrong here, I'm not trying to pry into anything or to make any judgments. But has there been anyone lately who has, let’s say... sent shivers down your spine? or, so wicked looking that his or her image is clinging to your mind? any customers lately that have left that kind of impact on you?"

I can’t help smiling amusedly as I reach under the bar for a spring water. He’s just described one third of the clientele. One half in the past month or so. Still ... there was that Ramius. And the other one ... a mister ... Rintrah! He’d checked in as a semi-permanent resident over two months ago, and I don’t recall him once leaving his room. True I work nights, but I don’t sleep well or much even during the day, and almost EVERYONE comes to the bar at some point in their stay. No wonder I’d almost forgotten him! Come to think of it, HE claimed that he was sent by Corporate, too.

I'm not smiling anymore. Exchanging his glass for a clean one I speak quietly to the priest, “Tell you what, Father, the name’s Jack. I get off at 5:00. If you’re still around and on your feet then, stop by. We might have something to talk about.”

I look over at Harrison who now appears to be urging Majestic to take a seat with him and the woman. Majestic herself is acting strangely. We don’t know each other all that well, but we do have a speaking acquaintance, and it's unlike her to simply ignore my signals. We're all pretty protective of each other around here. It's like she's ... mesmerized?

And both Harrison and Rintrah are Corporate.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” Sarah would’ve quoted, but I bite my lip and cut those thoughts off before they go any farther.

I tell Jimmy to take the bar, “and give the Father here whatever he needs.” Grabbing up the pack of Camels and a soggy book of matches, I head over to Harrison’s table. Majestic is still standing uncertainly but is apparently talking quietly to the two at the table. I move next to her. “Everything okay here?”

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

He smiled, as he got up. "Good, I'll see you at five then. And please, call me Brother Sancti", he said. He took one last shot of his scotch, then left. True, his questions didn't get an answer, but he would get one soon enough. Brother Sancti proceeded back to his room, dragging his mace with him. Before he totally exited the bar, he turned around, and said, "may the lord bless thee Jack".

 

[hot n spicy]

As he offers me his arm and escorts me in to the gardens I think over what might be in the case? Books? no that wouldnt be very logical.......
After he led me to a bench he put the case on the bench next to it and said:'My dear, all I ask is that you sit, and enjoy this moment. I am in need of a muse at this moment, and have chosen you,' I tell her, touching her shoulder from behind. 'I hope you enjoy this.' Enjoy what? I ask as I sit down to which he walks over to the case opens it, seems to inspect what´s in it and takes out a beautyful violin which suprised me because that didnt cross my mind once. Then he procedes to play and whilst I sit and listen I have to admit to myself that his music grips and moves me. As I watch him play I notice that he seems to put all of himself in the music and I wonder why he became a journalist instead of a musician?

 

[ozme52]

Fenris

I am in a particularly bad mood. My home, my territory, has been befouled. That piss-ant wolf pup who calls himself Daren Ramius has moved in during my absence, eats in my home, leaves his refuse where he will, attracting entirely too much attention.

Now there are too many strangers in the hotel. Humans I don't know, asking questions of the staff, reporters, even a mad cleric. I can smell them all.

Worse yet, the place is infested with vampires, a useless species, vermin who contaminate my food and pollute my den.

I will have to find a new American home. Too bad, I am very fond of this lair. It even has a resident gargoyle. She thinks she is this places protector; well she helped keep most vermin away. I think she'll be a bit surprised when she learns of my true nature. It will be hard to find another place as good. But it is necessary.

I will clean out the larder and move on.

I was almost saddened to take Frederick. Frederick was always courteous to me, the Captain. But having decided to take my leave, he was the first I saw, escorting two humans, a husband and wife, to the adjacent room.

I let them see me first. I always do. Their fear, the adrenaline, flavors the meat so well. Most humans are unable to utter a sound at the sight of me. I am beyond their wildest horrors.

The woman fainted dead away. And Frederick and the other man became petrified with fright. I towered above them by four feet. One swipe of my paw and Frederick was no more. As I ate him, I held the other down. Feeling his fear. He shook in horror as I audibly crushed Frederick’s bones.

When Frederick was gone, I put my paw over the others face, stifling the scream I knew would come. I took him one leg at a time. He was delicious!! I finished my meal quickly.

I watched the woman for a while, deciding she will be my bait. Bait to lure the others to their demise. I can hear laughter coming up from the foyer, people conversing around the bar.

Ha! I smell that idiot, Brother Sancti, must be snooping around again. Damn that Ramius. If Sancti were just a bit more focused, he would be a problem. What else? A vampire bitch mating with some human on the floor below me……. Hmmmm, a human, yes, but something “odd” about him. Perhaps a different tack. I will send the woman down as bait, yes, but I’ll let the Captain go down and meet the prey first.

Time for dessert. I tear away the woman's clothes. The human side of me appreciates her beauty. She is young and firm. I lick her torso from belly to breast, taking care to toy with her nipples with the tip of my tongue. The taste of her is piquant. A few strokes on her cheek and her eyes flutter open. Then they widen as she remembers and realizes what she is looking at. She gasps air in, to let out a scream, but I knock the air from her lungs with a swat to her plexus and hold her down, now she is gasping just to get enough air.

I let my tongue hang out from between my jaws. Ten inches of it hang down. Then a long slurp, up her thigh. The look in her eyes tells me she feels it, feels it in a way she has never felt before. I love new play toys. Another slurp, lingering with the tip of my tongue, in the spot between her thigh and the lip, sweet, soft, trembling.

I trace a path down and around, rasping her nether hole,
and up the other side,
and up and around,
teasing her little “boatman,”
uncovering it,
stroking it,
around,
and around,
and around
until she is gasping for a totally different reason.

She begins to gush her lubrication and I lap it up, creating an increasing flow of her sweet nectar. She begins to convulse and moan as I insert my tongue into her cunny. Ahhhh, an unexpected pleasure. A virgin!! I feel a momentary pang of regret; the Captain loves to deflower virgins. He can be quite cruel and I relish that. But there’s not enough time, so I pierce her to her core. She screams, that should get some attention!! A few laps of her blood, so delicious, I almost take a bite….

"I'll have you for dinner, another time." I growl. Taking one last taste, I release her.

As I turn away from her, she scrambles to her feet and bolts out the door. A quick swipe leaves bloody streaks across her arse. The perfect touch. She shrieks as she is propelled out the door and runs down the hall. She must have tripped for I hear her tumble down the first flight of stairs as I return to my own, the Captain’s, room,


to change.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

As Brother Sancti approached his room, he suddenly shivered, dropping his keys. He felt it, right there and then, an evil... thing. It felt almost overwhelmingly powerful, and vile. It was quite a rush. Now he knew that there was something sinister here.
He picked up his keys, still a bit shaken from what he just sensed. Opening his door, a fire arrow went right towards him. He deflected the arrow with his mace, just in time. The arrow lodged itself into a wall before instantly dissapearing into thin air. Only a small scorch mark remained. It was too obvious now, somebody or something wanted Brother Sancti dead. Looking into his room, it was now empty. Oddly enough, there was nothing out of the ordinary in his room. Before he went back into his room, he took one last look at the small scorch mark, and said, "shame about the wallpaper". With those words, he shut the door behind him.

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle Kenzie Dumontine - arrival

((OOC: Trying this once more. I hope I've gotten the time corrected...18th century, yes? I'm not going to put much detail..*L*))

"Marshall...I do believe I asked you once to gather my bags and bring them within?"

Her voice whispered upon the wind as she spoke to him. Though the words didn't actually pass her lips, they whirled within his mind, caressing him like a thousand fingertips. It was a heavenly feeling, he loved hearing her this way.

Her valet raced around grabbing bags and moving to the mistress's wish. He was ruffled and confused to why they had to stop here. But she had insisted and he wasn't one to deny her requests.

She stood, poised and calm, gazed at the outside of the building. Rubbing her gloved hands together, she whispered a few soft words.."une touche de l'amant..une vie du diable..saints méchants...croire en moi..." Touching her leather shod fingertips to her velvet lips, she drew her kiss to those that bestowed her gifts.

Drawing her dark cloak over her shoulders, she sighed. Something within....

Her eyes rested upon a window high above the others, her smile lingered.

Ahhhh..so this is the place.

 

[Llyr]

I've only just finished speaking when Harrison leaps to his feet. I wheel around to see pandemonium behind me.

On one side of the room the front doors swing open to allow an apparently new guest, but a shriek from the opposite doorway draws my eye before I can register anything more than that the new guest is a woman, extraordinarily well dressed.

I race to the stairway entrance. Behind me I hear Jimmy leaping the bar. By the "thud" of its weight hitting the mahogany top, I can hear he has Old Hickory in his hands. The patrons at the bar next to the stairs have already fallen back in horror as a young woman staggers through the doorway. She's covered with blood but more shocking still is that she's stark naked. I'm frozen by the sight until she pitches forward directly into my arms, and I ease her to the floor as others come running up behind us. From the floor where I cradle her, Harrison's boots are in my line of vision as are Majestic's talons. I can tell there are others standing in a circle around us.

The girl has a jagged row of scrathches across her backside. "Call Doc Howards," I say to Jimmy and hear him run off. The scratches are bad, but when I roll her over I see they're child's play. She has a gaping wound in her middle. Looks like grapeshot but more ragged. She's gasping blood and her eyes are real wild. She can't get her wind, but she's trying hard to say, "pleease ... help ..."

"Shhhh ... it's alright, girl. Doctor's coming." But she can see in my eyes that she won't make it. She wimpers once and then her head rolls over.

"She's done," I say to Harrison, his lady friend, and Majestic who are all standing around us. "Gotta go see what happened up there. You folks can wait here. C'mon, Majestic." Drawing my Bowie knife I head up the stairs.

 

[ozme52]

Osmond

I notice as the night wears on my senses are becoming heightened, as if in preparation of.... I'm not sure what. But I've experienced this before. An old colleague and mentor once called it a state of Zen. I didn't understand then, but do more and more as time passes.

Events around me seem to slow down. I become more observant, and quicker. Something is happening, but something beyond anything I'd ever experienced before.

Majestic, answering my questions, Brother Sancti retreating up the stairs to his quarters. Jack, the bartender, coming to Majestic's side. I can hear music outside, and a carriage approach and stop.

And, and someone, a woman's voice, "une touche de l'amant..une vie du diable..saints méchants...croire en moi..."

Almost like I can hear it within my head

"Everything okay here?" Jack asks. But before anyone can reply, a scream from somewhere upstairs.

A woman, nude, appears, and collapses, practically into jack's arms. How did he get to her before me? A woman is standing in the entryway of the hotel, and I am again distracted. As if I can hear her thinking outloud.

What is going on? I can barely think.

The woman, I recognize her from earlier, checking in, expires in James' arms.

James bounds up the stairs, a large knife appearing in his hands. James, the other bartender right behind him and Majestic as well.
As they mount the steps, they come to a halt.

At the top of the stairs is a man. Short of stature, even from this perspective, blonde, piercing blue eyes, peering down with a squint that comes from years at sea.

"What's all the ruckus?" he bellows, as if shouting into a gale.
And a grin like I'd never seen before. No I take that back. A grin like I'd seen on Daren Ramius.

 

[ozme52]

Captain Gunnar Fenrisen

Perfect timing.

My recent meal makes a quick transformation possible. I can feel the life force ebb from the woman as she all but tumbles into the arms of my prey below.

Down the stairs, and to the 1st floor landing.

"What's all the ruckus?"

I can't help but grin. Jack the bartender halts his headlong rush up the stairs, Maj practically bowling him over as he stops short.

A vampire bitch and a man standing near the body. *sniff* Ahhh, I smell the spoor of sex on her, despite her attempt to cover it with an attar. He must be her lover. I'll have to keep an eye on him.

"Avast I say, What's all the ruckus?"

 

[spiritual_love]

Gabrielle Kenzie Dumontine

For a moment Gabrielle's eyes darkened to a deep, midnight blue. She had sent her valet, ahead to settle her residence for the next few days, months, she had no idea how long she should be wanted to remain. Absently she smoothed a hand upon her dark tresses knotted modestly at the nape of her neck, the place vibrated with power.

I wonder if he realizes how powerful he truly is, she muses.

Noticing the dashing of various people, Gabrielle watches for a moment as she stands poised just inside. A smile makes it's way upon the soft, wet flesh of her lips. A person, of female nature seems to have been claimed by the Creator. Gabrielle feels the precise moment her life rises from the bindings of her person. The body merely a shell now, left to be cast away with all the others that have freed themselves of their meaningless existence.

Gabrielle sighs, her gloved fingers silently untying the dark cloak laced high upon the creamy rise of her neck.

 

[The_high_king]

Brother Sancti

Brother Sancti exited his room, deciding to perhaps go venture the hotel. He locked the door behind him, when another spirit stopped him in my tracks, telling him, "a girl has been tainted. Shes in the lobby". Brother Sancti stayed silent for a second, blinked, then said, "so?". The spirit then added, "she has been tainted by a demon". Brother Sancti eyes went wide open, before he bolted towards the lobby. He ran as fast as his muscular cleric legs could bring him. He had many questions... and some healing spells of course.

 

[JenSuccubus]

Majestic

I raise a brow...something's not right here.......

*BONG!*

"The ClockTower! I'm sorry fellows, but Dawn's a coming!" And with that, I make a hasty, but only temporary exit, making my way to my room on the top floor and then going out the door in the celing, I Hop up onto the raised plateform, grab my long handled axe, spread my wings and position myself into a semi-crotching position, once the sun rises, my entire form, clothes, wings and the wooden part of the axe turn to stone, however, the metal blade part remains metal...oddly enough.......Anyways...I shall remain this way for the next twelve hours..

(Sorry peoples, but I'm still on sporatically, but I wish to remain in this RP....So I'm doing this to stay in it and keep an eye on it....-_- ergs...Anyways, See Maj in twelve hours! (RP time))

~"Maj"~

 

[Llyr]

Jack

"Avast I say, What's all the ruckus?"

Captain Fenrisen stands on the landing at the top of the stairs. He's bellowing as if in a sea gale, and after the shrieking of the girl, his voice and the surprise of seeing him on the staircase brings me to a dead halt. Majestic lightly touches my back to avoid a full-scale collision, but I don't turn around to look at her. I can't take my eyes from the old seaman.

Fenrisen has been a long time guest at the hotel. Short but powerfully built, he's always been popular with staff and guests for his hearty laughter and his stories. He's a fairly frequent visitor to the bar, and despite his taste for language that is sharply reminiscent of the novels of Mr. Melville, I've always liked him as a rough-hewn but civilized gentleman. Majestic has been speaking urgently, but I can't focus on her words until she touches my shoulder ... Dawn's a coming!

I hear her retreat back down the staircase and I wave distractedly, but I still can't take my eyes off of the Captain. He seems ... bigger? Wider? I can't tell, but something doesn't seem right about him. I advance towards him but allow my knife to drop to my side so as not to threaten the old man. "Evenin' captain. A girl just came tumbling down here cut up pretty badly." I take another pair of steps to close the distance between us, but Fenrisen moves backward to the rear of the landing into a half-shadow. Even in the dark I can see he's smiling at me now, but in a mean kind of way - crazy almost.

I let my hand drift down to where my Colt '51 usually sits in its thigh holster before I realize I've been working. No sidearms allowed behind the bar. Damn. Oh well, couldn't be worse than being with O'Brien's regiment at Buena Vista.

"You seen or heard anything strange, Cap?" I ask as I move within knife range.