11:40:06 [BWRP] The day before had been just as any other that use to be in the City of Boston. Despite it’s corruption of Government, underground darkness, drugs and more, most enjoyed what could be considered a normal day. Uneventful and enjoyable. Though in the background, wheels were turning as the Midhir prophecy resonates further into fruition. Everyone would have woken with an invitation in the mail, one that spoke of a Masquerade Ball to be held the next full moon. Both humans and Fae alike, though of course, Humans would not be aware of the Fae. The Ash, as told by one of his most trusted advisors is following what is expected of him, where on the night the moon turns dark, the event should happen. It will be a night of dancing, glamour, enchantment and delight, an ancient tradition that has long since been sat, riddled in dust has been awoken, and Trinity Hall will be the sight of such splendor for one night. Those of the Dark and Light will be present. A peace offering that will extend the uncomfortable--11:40:30 [BWRP] relationship the two currently experience into one night of joint effort. There is nothing more that either side enjoys than dancing and merriment, bewitching costumes, dark crevices were lovers can kiss, passions bridle and music tempts the very souls. The Morrigan and The Ash will be united, a standing front to bridge the insanity The Morrigan has recently been behind. Will the truce remain after such a night? It is yet to be seen. There is but a week of time to prepare, suffice to say both Clan leaders and their courts will be busy, until then, one can only hope Boston continues in it’s normalcy.. Although what that truly is anymore, remains to be seen.

11:50:59 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter had spent the evening with Penance in her apartment--another night of passion and love, and the phoenix was growing ever closer in his bonds with his human mate. But right now he was back in his own apartment--he had received the invitation in his mail instead of inside of his apartment, which told him that The Ash was trying to unite humans and fae both, Dark and Light--he knew it was a fleeting chance, a failed attempt to bring all the diversity together. He didn't know if he was going to attend--he didn't want The Morrigan to have a chance to use him as a living bomb to nuke that many people at once. But as he stood by one of the windows in his apartment--it was open as he was completely unequipped with any of his weaponry, only wearing his necklace as he was leaning in the sil on his elbows. Eating yet another bowl of damned Phoenix Birdseed (Sigh), his ankles crossed as he ponders the events of the last few days. The sword, the spear, the bloodstone...it was all beginning to drive him insane. And11:51:09 [Peter_Xarhilm] it was ALL connected to that damned sex-sucker, Delaney. He wasn't sure how he felt about her--he was angry at her. He enjoyed working for The Lady Dark, even if she WAS a bitch, she paid well and she rewarded him equally for the quality of his work. The Ash hasn't sent him a single contract since he joined the Light Clan. He sighed and ate another spoonful of seed. A week pre-planning? That gave The Morrigan more than enough time to plot a scheme. Peter knew the Lady Dark very well--and he knew that she'd know that The Ash had taken her prize away from her, she wouldn't let that just 'go away' and he knew that she'd seek revenge. A week. He predicted that was when humans were going to become aware of the fae, and shiznit was going to hit the fan. He finishes eating his bowl of birdseed and puts it down onto a table nearby--grabbing his opened bottle of war as he drank from it. He was still waiting to hear from The Ash, so he could speak to him in private--he had also labled his request of considerable
11:51:17 [Peter_Xarhilm] Importance--as he was quite sure the Leader of the Light Clan was going to be intrigued when he discovered what the Phoenix had in his possession!


11:57:45 [BWRP] TheAsh: Indeed The Ash knew of Peter’s gift. The Advisor that held the esteem position also have the gift of foresight and the moment the Sword had come to light, the man had been aware of it’s presence. The same with the Spear. This was of considerable important and after being held up for an entire day with advisors, crones and others The Ash had now made the time to speak with the Phoenix. Instead of requesting the creature attend Trinity Hall, a vehicle pulled up outside of the apartment complex where Peter and others resided. It would be, just as Peter finished his breakfast that a knock of the door would alert him to a guest. Perfect timing, considering The Ash was just on Peter’s mind..


12:02:29 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter glanced up as his door was knocked upon, he pushes off the window sil and closes the window. Locking it up as he turns and fetches the sword from his table and went to attach it around his waist and resting it's scabbard against his right hip and thigh--following that he reattached his holster with daggers onto his left hip. Turning as he padded over towards the door and began to unlock it and slowly opened the door--peering over at the messenger beyond, "Yes?"

12:08:53 [BWRP] TheAsh: Wards were set by Nyx - The Ash’ trusted assistant who, along with four others stood around the walls of the room, protecting the conversation from those beyond Peter’s apartment so not to fall on ears that shouldn’t be privy to such things. TO humans in the Apartment, it would merely appear as if Peter had guests. The Ash made his presence aware as large, black hands were offered to the Phoenix in a greeting, aiming to shake in welcome. “Peter..” The tall man smiled, his teeth shining white by the genuine ease it played upon his features with. “My apologies for not coming sooner. I have been.. Busy.” The Ash paused momentarily allowing the handshake to occur and would lower his arms to his side when done. “We have things to discuss, yes?” Without asking, the male entered into the apartment, following his small entourage, then coming to a stop he paused, turning back to face Peter once more. “T’is a nice place. Homely. But to business. You and I both know I’m not one for small talk.” His eyes narrowed just --
12:09:05 [BWRP] TheAsh: briefly. “The Bloodstone is safe in my possession until the Succubus comes to collect it. It is her right to return it to the Goblins as they arranged. However, I am aware that you took it first to The Morrigan. May I ask what caused you to change your mind?”

12:17:30 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter shook his hand with The Ash--he truly was humbled by the fact he had actually come to his home rather than insisting that he come to His. As the five people entered his apartment, he closed the door and locked it--the last lock being done with a magical key he had Mortin make for him. It enchanted the door with an 'Immutable Passage' ward, which basically meant that no amount of force--Godly or Otherwise--could breach it. You could nuke the whole apartment complex and the only thing left standing would be Peter's apartment. That's how powerful this ward was--and it was an understandable precaution. He leaned up against the door as he crosses his arms over his chest and crosses his legs by the ankles, "She contracted me to take the stone from the human and bring it to her. I did. But when she saw what I was carrying in my right hand, she went completely and utterly berserk. She was swirling around her chambers like a blackened, shadowy tornado. Told me to leave her sight and her court and never to return 12:17:48 [Peter_Xarhilm] return, and she cursed me multiple times. So I took the human and brought her to your place. That's pretty much the short of how it worked out."


12:24:44 [BWRP] TheAsh: The Ash listened with intent to Peter’s incident report and the reaction The Morrigan had upon seeing Peter with the Sword. His face was impassive, though his eyes shone for even he had never seen the Sword. Not in it’s person. It was one of legend, of fable and myth. One of prophecy that Fae, especially The Ash held true, but never thought in their life time (of a millennia plus) would it happen. It was a sign however that the end was near. That life was to change - had to change. The Sword was foretold it to make it’s presence known when it would be needed the most. Along with the three other items, it would bring about destruction and change. An end to both Clans? The shattering of the Veil? The death of Mankind on the whole, or even the Earth? The Ash wasn’t to know but he was of the mind that change was necessary even if it hurt. “The Sword of Light..” He spoke, the small smile still playing on his lips. “So it is true. May I.. see it?” He questioned, almost curiously - childlike in some ways, a --12:24:59 [BWRP] TheAsh: in some ways, a complete contrast to the human form he’d chosen of the tall, strong, African American.

12:28:26 [BWRP whispers to JessicaG] TheAsh: okay, so I worked on the plot some more. Jess can have the Cauldron, makes sense, since she is a witch but she doesn't know what it is yet in her position. to her, its just a small wooden bowl, like for mixing herbs and stuff. However, Jess will begin to have visions. The Morrigan will seek her out, following the power of the bowl, and will start to take control of Jess, making her a prophet for the dark. Jess will be.. sort of under Morrigans power in a way. Though she knows its wrong.

12:29:59 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter pushed off from the wall as he shrugs, "Why not? Not like I'll be using it anytime soon--thing is weird. Strong, and powerful. And believe it or not--it was inside of my gut this whole time. Vomited it up as lava and it formed into the blade." he reaches down and clenches his taloned fingers around the hilt--which was shaped so that only Peter could wield it comfortably for the time being. As he unsheathed the blade from the scabbard and held it up to examine it--the sword pulsated with energy. Both Peter and the blade were beginning to crackle with white lightning. The sword was a tribute to the Phoenix in every shape and form. He held the blade up and then places the tip of it against the floor so that Ash could look at it better. The Ash seemed almost awed by it and Peter took notice.

12:34:48 [BWRP] TheAsh: The Ash felt the power as it was unsheathed, coming to rest before him. His eyes unable to look away, the male kneeled before the blade, gazing at the meticulous metal work, design and etched patterns into the blade. Deep within, hidden along the edge were words of an ancient language that the Fae once spoke, now barely used save by the Elders and those who research such texts. “Ah.. She is beautiful.” He commented, aiming to reach out and touch but held back, letting his finger trace the blade but not make contact. “This Sword.. The Sword of Light. It is important, Peter. Do you know anything about it?” He slowly rose to stand, though his eyes kept upon the blade. “It yearns to be held. To be used, but it knows it is not the time. The Sword will guide you. It will let you know when it is time to be awakened.” He paused somewhat, raising he eyes to Peter. “And I shall tell you all about that now, if you so wish..”

12:38:31 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter was scratching the back of his head with a talon from his other hand as The Ash spoke--the fact he knelt to the blade spoke highly of him. He's never seen a Clan Leader so much as bow to another Fae or object, "Yeah, please do. Sword of Light? Bloodstone? I have no idea what any of these things are. I don't know anything about either of these, but if you can enlighten me. Feel free." he glances down at the blade in his hand as he picked it up and off the floor and examined it himself. The blade resonated an aura and then he slowly brought it back down into the exquisitely crafted sheath. As he sheathed the blade, the white lightning ceases to course over his body--but one could notice his feathers shone with a divine light whenever he had it out. He crosses his arms and leans back up against the door as he crosses his ankles again. Peter sure knew how to take it easy it seems.


12:39:56 Hector` had indeed taken up residence in an apartment unit as well. What brought him to choose this particular complex was a certain offer from a rather charming young Fae that went by the name of Jade Black… Young was a relative term, truth be told, Jade was close to two hundred years old however when compared to himself being almost two and a half millennia older, Jade was indeed a youngster. What brought him state side was nothing other than boredom. Europe had grown dull for Hector and it had been a century since he had visited the Americas along with the Fae that dwelled there. For the moment however, the light hearted, easily amused and pleased Hector busied himself with getting his apartment in proper order… Unfortunately his décor was seriously lacking which would mean a trip elsewhere to acquire items that would make the spacious place a little more homely according to his own Romantic(Roman like) sense of taste. That being said, Hector drew the medium brown leather jacket over his shoulders, over
12:39:58 Hector` a black fleece sweater that fit him just right as he moved towards the door. It was only then did he note the letter slid under his door. With his head cantered to one side he plucked it up and read it once, an amused smile touched his lips. It would never cease to amaze him some people could locate him even when he arrived in town totally unannounced. He slid the invitation into his coat pocket and slipped out of the door. He forewent taking the car he had arrived to be ready for him on his fight over to Boston for a lengthy walk, there was the possibility he would regret this decision if he were to become laden with items from a particular store… Fortunately the apartment was pre-furnished…

12:50:08 [BWRP] TheAsh: The large black male offered a soft laugh to Peter’s response. The Phoenix would have no idea of things concerning Fae - at least not this particular items unless he’d been highly school in Fae prophecy and history. As Peter became comfortable, so to did The Ash, pulling a free chair from the kitchen table in order to sit. Once done, he crossed one large leg over the other, his hands held outward, palms upward, resting on his lap. “The Sword dates back to the beginning of the Fae. When the rolling mists came down from the heavens, when the Gods no longer cared for their home and chose the Green Earth below. That is the Fae heritage. How we came to be. A people of God’s without a home, taking this..” he motions all around him” as ours. How wondrous that time was. One reads the stories, the legends and it was a time of magic. Before Humanity, before all of what you seen now.” He stopped, smiling at his own words. “But, I digress. There was an elder. His name was Midhir. He had the gift of foresight, of ---12:50:24 [BWRP] TheAsh: of prophecy. One night, he had a vision, a clear but strange vision but one he knew was true. Or would be. In response to that vision, 13 artifacts were created, each one a given a different power from one of the 13 Gods and Goddesses.” His eyes shifted to the now sheathed sword. “Those items were then put into safe keeping so that when the time came, when the vision Midhir had came to pass, they would be awakened from their slumber and those chosen Keepers of the Items would be made aware of them.” There was a pause while The Ash closed his eyes. “There are three others that bare the importance that the Sword does. The other 9 items are still strong, the Bloodstone is but one. In the wrong hands can prove to be deadly. The other three though, a Spear, a cauldron and a Stone, will be brought together when our time on this chosen land is at an end. Only one can waken them however.. Only one can bring to light the power of all four items in order for them to be fully used. Of course, there is always a catch --12:50:36 [BWRP] TheAsh: catch with such things.. “ He stopped, wanting to ensure he still had Peter’s attention.

12:55:57 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter was listening--however, the Spear part? He remembered the other night, how he found Penance--the necklace around her neck that she had but didn't seem to notice. She had looked like she'd been impaled by a spear the night he found her mangled in Ogawa's apartment. His eyes flicker as he glances up and he seems to be...smirking? No, he was smiling--pride and joy filled him. He wasn't alone in this, but no...this couldn't be mere coincidence, "It seems that Fate has already revealed the Spear, then. I think my Mate, Penance, is the Keeper of the Spear. I found her wounded badly with wounds like a spear--lots of large puncturing wounds, and she had this necklace on her neck that neither I or anyone else has seen her wearing before that night. It's a spear on a necklace. Though Penance has been through alot, and revealing this information might stonewall her. I'll see if my hunch is correct when I visit her again." but he was now listening fully to The Ash as he was done speaking.

12:57:51 JessicaG Woke up and get up from her bed quite quickly. She goes to wash herself, than she took a blue tank-top and black jeans and finishing with black sneakers. She looked quickly in the mirror and almost ran downstairs. Her clan of witches called her to meet her in their house, they want to discuss with everyone in it about the chaos in the magic, maybe they could find out what is going on. She opened the fridge and pours some orange juice and drank it fast. Than she got out of her house, than she looked at the mailbox and saw it is full. She opened it and took out some bills, junk mail, and some letters to her parents and one for her. She puts the others inside and opened her letter. She read the invitation for a masquerade ball in Trinity Hall for Fae and humans alike. She smiles and chuckles to herself, wow, this will be fun, she thought. 2:58:04 JessicaG Goes to the road and goes to the bus station near her house. As she waited she continue to read the invitation and thought that maybe there she can talk with Delaney even more. Every time she wanted to talk, something happened. As the bus stopped at her stop, she got off and stands infront of a two-story house, very very white. A beautiful garden with flowers of all kind was in its front. She walked to the entrance and knocked on the door. Her craft tutor opened the door and smiled to Jessica, "Hello, Jessica. Come in, come in…." and Jessica went inside.

13:00:48 [Sio] The soft smell of flowers would lightly wafted through the streets around the small shop that sat on the corner of the street. Its lush greenery would line the street in front of the plants home, as soft murmuring would be heard inside the shop. Inside the shop looked even more like a forest of flowers, so many beautiful colors, and shapes. Sio stood smiling at the counter of the store speaking with no one it would look to who ever walked into the store, but she was really having a conversation in her own way. The flowers around her looked lively and happy as she talked like they could understand; if you looked close it looked like some would sway back in response. Sio was a young woman with long dark brown hair, she was average in body build, and she liked it that way. Her deep hazel and yellow eyes complemented her dark hair and medium skin, her nails were unpainted and she wore no make-up she didn’t like the feeling of being painted. She was an attractive woman but not the most attractive, the soft green>c13:01:05 [Sio] cotton t-shirt she wore was slightly to big for her and hide some of her curves. The dark blue jeans were stained with dirty but she didn’t mind, she was with friends in her store, the flowers she talked too. She lived above her store which was always convenient; it was a small apartment but a good size for her. She hid who she really was from the world around her, “a centaur in the city” that line always made he laugh, she was indeed a country girl but she had gotten used to the city in her many years in here. The store she owned always had steady customers so she made a decent living, she always told her customer the proper way to take care of the plants she let leave. Sio had only encountered few of other Fae and chose to stay away from them and the business they brought with them. Sighing looking around she would go back to work watering and feeding all the plants in the store her mind else where, what if she did get tangled up with Fae shaking her head she would focuses back on the job at hand.

13:05:29 [BWRP] TheAsh: “It is likely so, Peter. For the Four items of 13 have a bond. They will pull the other Keepers together. Like a silent hum, a desire or yearning to seek out those of it’s kind. It makes only sense that your mate would have the spear. There is but one item I’ve no knowledge of its location. Yet. But it will make it’s presence known. “ He made no notion on which items. He found it irrelevant for eventually they would meet up. “Continuing on, there was one God, one who challenged the rest. He was powerful. A hero of those times, having saved our people from invasion time and time again. He believed the prophecy but he challenged our ways, especially after we hid ourselves once humanity began to rise. He felt we should live in peace, to bridge the differences between Clans, races and humans. He challenged our laws, our mana, our way of life. Powerful beings as we are should not live in hiding. Perhaps he was right..” The Ash seemed to reminisce for the moment. “As such, in a fit of Anger, the other Gods cursed--13:05:47 [BWRP] TheAsh: him for his retaliation. He and his wife were thrust into humanity, unable to live as they were in safety. The Hero became the outcast and the other 12 Gods cursed him and his descendants. Should the time ever come, should the moment ever happen when the Four of 13 are needed, the one to awaken them would do so though by death. Only their blood, their life can bring about the use of the Four. As it was, for millennia’s, his descendants were and have been hunted in hopes of awakening the powerful totems for the one who gains such powers of all Four, cannot be stopped.” The Ash paused again, smiling. “Fae matters aren’t much different from that of Humans. It has taken me many centuries plus to truly see that, and that perhaps this God was right.”

13:11:59 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter couldn't help but agree with this one God, and The Ash likely would have seen it in him--the Phoenix paused, "This one God...what was his name?" he suddenly got up and off the door and padded away from The Ash as he went over towards a cabinet nearby the door to his room. Opening it as he went to pick up an old black book as he began to open it--it had the names of his entire family, as far back as people existed. His family line was one that believed in keeping track of their relatives and all branches of their tree. The whole book was filled with nothing but names, their status amongst the family, and deeds they performed; Peter was acting on a hunch--and he hoped it wasn't true, but he was beginning to think that perhaps he was the descendant of this One God--he remembered as far back as he could tell that the one creed amongst his family was always that they needed to live peacefully with Humans--and his family was always being struck by some kind of magical tragedy which causes a large number of13:12:08 [Peter_Xarhilm] family member deaths. Spellbound and his Brother's suicidal destructive end, for example.

13:23:34 JessicaG As Jessica went inside, she couldn't ignore the beauty of the house, even that she saw it a lot of times. The house looked like it belongs to the 18th century, many statues and vases were scattered around the house. She walked after her tutor to the living room, couches were organized in a U shape and the leader of them was sitting in a chair infront of them. She waits her tutor will sit and than she sat beside her. The leader spoke, "We all can feel when we are making our spells the chaos and disturbance in it, and according to a vision I saw….". She looked at Jessica and smiled, "Jessica, dear…come" Jessica looked confused, but walked towards her. The woman put a gentle hand on her shoulder, "I think you know what I mean, right?" 3:23:46 JessicaG Jessica looked at her and blinked, than she nodded fast. "Yeah, I saw a vision too….something black, a cauldron…..but I have no idea what it was…" The leader smiled and nodded, she goes and disappeared in a back room. After two minutes she comes back and handed Jessica a large black box with many signs drawn on it. The woman said, "Open it….you will be surprise…" Jessica opened the box and her eyes widen up, she saw exactly what she saw in the vision, a small wooden black bowl, a cauldron. She looked it for a long time and than she looked at her clan, "What it will do? It looks like a normal cauldron…." The woman leader shook her head, "We don't know either, we just know you need to take it and keep it safe".

13:24:32 [BWRP] TheAsh: The Ash watched as Peter gathered the book, asking the question - a knowing smile playing upon his full lips as he shook his head. “This God is not of your blood Peter. However, those who have the items in their safe keeping are descendants of the other 13. So there is blood within you that traces back to that very beginning as there in myself, my offspring, The Morrigan and others. Yours ancestry goes back to Lugh. ” He paused momentarily, lowering his gaze as if saddened. His own son had chosen the side of the Dark. A day that he would remember well, a day that had caused The Ash great pain. His other son, Liam.. Deep down the Ash knew there was something wrong.. Something dark within him. He shook his head, clearing away his own family cobwebs. “You have the Sword because your descendant was chosen to Guard it as such. Same as your mate. The God though who challenged the others we dare not speak of his name, even now. Even in the banal of history his name is struck as if never there.” The Ash slowly--13:24:43 [BWRP] TheAsh: began to rise in his chair. “You are a Keeper. The Sword and the other items will bring you all together when the time is needed. The one who can awaken them will be drawn also and it is upon their death that salvation can occur. It is the only way this God can be allowed back into our good graces. By The Challengers descendent sacrificing their life above all others, no matter what the cost. “

13:29:36 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter paused... 'By The Challenger's descendant' and then he glances up and turns to peer over at The Ash, "You mean Delaney...right?" could that have been why The Morrigan was willing to risk it all to kill the Succubus? That she knew that Delaney was the descendant of the Rebel God? He closed the book--he knew the name of Lugh. He was also a Phoenix--he didn't think this was mere coincidence. He turned and placed the book back into the cabinet and then closes it and locks it. Turning to face The Ash as he pads off towards the side. One arm across his chest and one hand against his 'chin' of his beak, "You know The Morrigan is going to try and kill the humans and fae at the Masquerade party you're hosting, right? She likely knows you have the Bloodstone--which she was planning to use to create an army of the dead, by the way--and I doubt she's going to take that lying down. You and I both know that when she wants something--she'll stop at nothing to get it."


13:37:28 [BWRP] TheAsh: The Ash hesitated momentarily when Peter mentioned Delaney. His eyes narrowing for he had yet to meet the woman. He had heard from Trick about her, but also knowing The Morrigan and her desires to kill Delaney had given Ash the foreknowledge to believe that Delaney was indeed the one. “I’ve yet to meet the woman, though I believe she is in my son’s care.” He neither commented further or agreed upon what Peter said - it was not like him to make conclusions before meeting the woman. Although the signs were in place. “As for the Masquerade - it has been told to me by my most trusted Advisor that the Mask should be held that night at Trinity Hall. For more reasons than just The Morrigan. I am aware of her antics, also why she wanted the Bloodstone but by then the Bloodstone will be back in safe keeping with it’s descendant’s hand in the Goblin Race.” He gazed around momentarily checking the nearby clock before looking back to Peter. “Sometimes the best defense is to be on the offense.” Where his words as he--13:37:57 [BWRP] TheAsh: Were* his words as he moved toward the male, placing a large hand upon the creatures shoulder. “I am guided by the Light. There will be deaths regardless of the Mask or not. But my intentions are to minimize what I can within the power I hold. I trust you and your mate will attend.” It wasn’t a question but a statement. “For now, I must take my leave. I believe my Son will be visiting me later. He and I have much to discuss also, for he too is part of all this. If you ever need anything, Peter..” he motioned to Nyx, the small but very capable dryad who nodded and smiled toward the Phoenix. “Speak with Nyx. She will get you what you need, or inform me. We will be on your side. We do protect our own. In this case though, we are trying to protect all others too. Sometimes Fate, Destiny cannot be outrun.”

13:43:14 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter paused as he pondered over everything The Ash was telling him. What did he want? There were a few things he wanted--but the main thing was ever present on his mind. The Ash was fully aware of Peter's painful past as he nodded--when the Ash stated he needed to go he padded over towards the door to start unlocking it. He sighs a bit, "The only thing I want is to be able to live amongst humans without hiding what and who I am, to be free to be myself--for once. Instead of eternally living my life as a lie. That's all I want, but that's a gift nobody can give me--it has to come on it's own. And I fear it will not come without alot of bloodshed and death." he went to open the door for the five people who came, "I'll keep in touch--and give me some bloody contracts already! I'm dyin' of boredom over here!" he grinned at The Ash as the young Phoenix only could!

13:47:17 BWRP TheAsh: could only chuckle to Peter’s words, nodding. “There will be times ahead, Phoenix where only your skill and power will come in need. Use this time to be with your mate, to bond, to share a life. Things will get hectic soon enough. However, if you do require something to do, you could always help my son Galen who is trying to uncover the Spellbound mystery and just who is selling or giving their blood to the humans. People have died already and I fear this situation will only get worse. If humans were to discover it’s true power of being able to tap into our ley lines, it could create a fiasco no one wants. As much as I feel the Fae traditions should move with the times, dealing with humans and magic is not something I wish to see.” He nodded, saying his farewell before exiting the apartment with his entourage, heading back to Trinity Hall, many things weighing on his mind.

13:49:30 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter closed the door and locked it, and then scratches his chin of his beak with a talon as he went to head off and into his bedroom. First, a shower. Then, he was going to go for a flight over the city--he always flew at heights so that people mistook him for a large red eagle if they looked at him from the ground. And after the flight, maybe a nap--he's been more tired than normal lately.

13:59:40 JessicaG Is looking at the cauldron, which seems like her own cauldron which is a small wooden bowl too. She puts it back inside the box and puts the box inside her backpack, than she looks at her tutor. She gives an assure smile, "I think I know who need to really have this, I've met them….Don't worry, I will keep it safe until they will claim it" She takes her backpack, put it on her back with the box inside, she still can feel very strange aura coming from it, but she thinks it is probably the confusion she has and the unknown purpose of the thing. She walks outside of the house, and sat on the porch, thinking it over.

15:14:08 [Ogawa] [Ogawa had returned the next day, and the result was that he wasn't alone. On the corner of 4th and Main Street was a new bar! It bumped with music that rocked out the street outside. Two burly bouncers stood outside and monitored who went in and out. No minors, period. The ice blue neon lights above the bar's doors read the word Hard Knox in some strange runic font. The whole theme was a mix between being gothed out and a slight bit of industrial touches. Upon entering the bar there are pictures and murals EVERYWHERE! The main bar chamber is a great open two story space that offers a staircase leading up to the offices of the building proper. The murals on the ground floor are many things. From dragons in flight and fighting demonic-looking monsters to scenes of famous rockstars on stage. There is one thing that stands out, though. In the back wall behind the stage there is a mural of a demon perched on an old and abandoned church's crucifix. The demon had bat-like wings, tiger-like markings all over+
15:14:37 [Ogawa] - what skin was shown, and long and sharp claws that didn't seem too pleasant to look at. He wore a trenchcoat with a hood over his head, which only pronounced the demon's most striking feature: a pair of emerald green eyes that seemed to radiate an odd light, even in the dark. The veil hid it, but only barely. From above on the rail overlooking the party below Ogawa grinned. Business had officially started.]

15:29:29 Cashmere was a sight indeed standing out wherever in a multi-layered Victorian style dress and gold jewelery with six-inch black platform shoes and dyed platnium hair arranged in a cascade of curls framing a face alluring with garish levels of makeup forcing striking blue eyes to 'pop' framed by feathery eyeshadow. The kid looked too young to enter the bar by half, but the guards let Cashmere in after the flash of a (fake, but a good fake) ID and soon the youth would be seen dancing in the club, ignoring pick-up lines shouted over the noise. Cashmere took a cigarette offered to her and took a few drags off of it before coughing violently, then approaching the bar and ordering a bloody mary.

15:33:45 JessicaG After sitting quite a while and thinking, she finally sighs and stood up. She needs to relax and take a break before she will go work at the diner. She goes outside of the front of the house, and walks the street with her backpack on her back that has the strange artifact inside. She knows Delaney or maybe Galen will know what it is. She suddenly saw something new, a new bar called Hard Knox is standing infront of her. She is happy that she is finally 18 years old and can get to places like this, although here in America she can't drink yet. She walked to the entrance, show her ID to the bouncers and was let in but not to drink any alcohol. She looks at the surrounding and the music that was heard was really cool. She started dancing to the music, making her troubles disappeared with the sound of the music.


15:36:28 [Ogawa] [Cashmere got a funny look from the bartender, but following this the bartender looked up towards the second story balcony where Ogawa stood. The young man nodded, and then smiled down kindly at Cashmere. It was rare to find an asian girl that dressed wild and crazy. He liked girls that did that, personally. It showed a sense of individualism and no lacking in selfconfidence. So Ogawa smiled, and then after resumed looking after the rest of the party. He had to ensure that everyone was behaving, or else the big bad bouncers will get ya! Now let's see... He counted one witch, one cute asian girl, and about fifty customers. Grand openings ROCK!]

15:43:47 ClaireMether looked over the invitation again, wondering just who the heck was throwing this party; not just a party, but a masquerade? Who the heck had masquerades anymore? She sighed and set the invitation down on the table, lighting a cigarette and pulling out her cell phone. No new messages. She'd almost expected to hear from Cancer again, but nothing. He'd obviously meant her to discover The Cork last night, but she wasn't sure why. She also couldn't explain why it had seemed to appear out of nowhere. She'd driven through the warehouse district dozens of times, and it hadn't been there. She sighed, taking a drag off of her cigarette and sliding on her heels; she hadn't been out in a long time, and since she had the time off work, she wanted to go out and have a few drinks. She made it a point NOT to go back to The Cork though; there was a bar she'd seen an advertisment for that sounded interesting, and she needed to take her mind off of all the messed up shit that had been happening in her life. She picked up her

15:44:08 [ClaireMether] purse, making sure that she had her smokes, her cell, her handgun, and her wallet; then she picked up her keys and headed out to her car. Soon she was pulling up to Hard Knox, finding a parking spot that was pretty close. She looked over herself again in the rear view mirror; she usually wasn't one for going out and dressing up, and she had to make some adjustments to her make-up.

15:55:29 Cashmere sipped her bloody mary, spinning around in a barstool as if bored. Several people noticed Cashmere either with looks of intrige or adoration, with disdain as if she was too young to belong, with looks of arousal, weither tinged with curiousity or guilt one feels when its for someone inapropriately younger. Cashmere just moved to the music and spinned on the stool ever now and again while sipping the red drink, eyeing the large crowd that made up the floor and not able to distinguish one from the other, but noticing the demonic mural and raising the glass as if to toast the lifeless beast, "Cheers!"

16:00:57 JessicaG Is continuing to dance with the music, swaying with the beat. She is not feeling tired but forgetting everything for now and just spends her energy in the dance floor. Some guys also came over to start picking up on her and try to charm her, but she wasn't impress with anyone of them. She didn't even notice much of the paintings and the demonic mural on the wall while dedicated to the dance completely.

16:07:30 ClaireMether finished the final touches of her make-up and got out of her car, walking briskly up to the entrance. She was brimming with confidence, not really because of how she thought she looked, but because years as a cop had instilled a sense of confidence, almost arrogance in her. She was relieved to be going into a place and a situation that she knew; this may be a new bar, but it was still just a bar. She showed her ID to the bouncers and walked in, heading straight for the bar. She ordered a Lemon Drop and surveyed the crowd, thinking that perhaps she would dance after a drink or two. She looked down the bar and noticed Cashmere, thinking that the girl looked awfully young to be in a bar. She took a drink of her Lemon Drop, toying with the idea of messing with her a bit. she wasn't on duty, but she smiled as she toyed with the idea of giving the girl a scare. She did make a mental note to keep an eye on her regardless; the girl was drinking, and if she kept it up she'd need a ride home.


16:12:38 [Ogawa] [Ogawa smiled as the patrons began to come further in. More people poured in, and this moment, the positive energy from the place began to become stronger. This was what Ogawa grinned. Time to test out the new toy. For those dancing, why not... The lights dimmed down, and a giant projecter screen dropped down from the ceiling. The music slowly faded, and the screen played: Hard Knox proudly presents: Boston's AMV of the Week! This week is Airplanes ft. Haley Williams of Paramore and B.O.B. Anime: Kingdom Hearts. Oh yeah. Ogawa's being a nerd that way, but the dancing is good, and Ogawa doesn't slack off when it comes to showmanship. As for Cashmere, his smiled widened. He had to come down and socialize, now. So he descended as the AMV played, and those who were more interested in dancing? STROBELIGHTS MOTHAFUCKA! Yes, strobelights started going off around those dancing, giving every move a really awesome slowmotion effect. If Cash was still there, he'd sit beside her and nudge the bartender. +

16:21:43 JessicaG As the light in the club dimmed, she stopped dancing and looked at the projector coming down with widen eyes and smiles. As it presented the song from Kingdom Hearts, which was her favorite game and soundtrack ever, she whistles loudly and cheers. Than she continues dancing and listening until she stopped and went to the bar and asked for a drink of coke with planty of ice. She takes the drink after she paid the bartender with a smile, and drinks it slowly and smiles.

16:23:25 Cashmere drank down the first drink and slid it back, reaching into the corset bodice just under the gown and pulling out a huge five-inch thick wad of rubber banded bills, the speed Cashmere counted out the fare for that drink and the next it was clear the entire thing was all one dollar bills, no tens? twenties? who keeps that many ones on them? The music stopped and Cashmere saw a woman staring back, wich was returned by an impish grin towards Claire and a lewd gesture of two fingers brought up to Cashmere's plump cherry lips and a pale tiny pink tongue darting in between them briefly before the hand was lowered back to a new bloody mary. Then as Ogawa descended and the screen playing entirely different music and strobelights came on Cashmere just looked confused before words reached out over the music and din. "The mural?" a voice barely heard over the noise responded, only that it had a strong muscial tone to it was noted. "It's quite scary, but the kind of scary you show respect to, ya know?" 16:25:12 Cashmere then, "I love seeing people lose themselves..." Cashmere said while eying the crowd, noticing a girl whistle at the song, then come up for a drink Cashmere flashed the girl a friendly smile, the kind that could inspire a villian form a christmas tale have a new change of heart.


16:39:52 ClaireMether laughed at Cashmere's gesture, offering a devilish grin back; Claire wasn't above playing games. She finished off her Lemon Drop, noticing Ogawa joining the girl at the bar; she slowly licked the sugar off of the rim of the glass, her dark eyes giving them both a sinister, sexy look. She put the glass down and ordered a Blue Valium, a bit to the surprise of the bartender. She moved over and took the other seat next to Cashmere. She smiled at Ogawa, although her eyes were set on Cash; she wondered if the younger woman would catch on to what she wanted to do. The bartender handed Claire her blue valium, and she took a big drink, grimacing a bit as it went down her throat. "Whew...haven't had one of those in awhile. Name's Claire." She held out her hand towards Cash in a friendly manner, although her eyes seemed to suggest she was in more than a friendly mood. "You just in a drinking mood, or does dancing fit in somewhere too?" She glanced briefly at Ogawa. "You got any music in here to really dance to?16:40:03 [ClaireMether] Something industrial?" She'd have to lose the heels in order to dance the way she wanted to, IF Ogawa could oblige her. Had she seriously thought industrial dance was going to be on the agenda, she wouldn't have worn a dress, although she'd manage well enough if it came to it.


16:43:06 JessicaG Drinks slowly her drink, notices a girl sitting at the bar who seems even young from her. The girl smiled at her, so Jessica smiled at her back a polite smile. Still, she wonders how this girl who seems younger entered the bar, but she doesn't much care of it. The owner probably knows what he is doing. She nods to the girl and takes a seat on a stool to finish her drink. Than after finishing her drink, she goes back out there to the dancing floor and continues dancing with the music, enjoying herself.


16:46:36 [Ogawa] [Jon only grinned. However if he would have seen the gesture that Cashmere just did at Claire he would have absolutely lost it and fallen down the stares in a fit of laughter. The player just Lol'd. Seriously. Anyways, Ogawa just looked at the mural as she said that and smiled. There was a history behind the demon whom occupied that wallspace that was long and heartbreaking, yet few even knew the fellow's name. "In a small village in Osaka," Ogawa said with a great deal of reverence. "They say he was a hero that killed other demons that dared to hurt the villagers. Feasted on their ichor and hung their remains from the trees around the village to warn other demons that if they tried anything, they were next." Ogawa waved away Cashmere's money. It was no good here. He had her back. Then as a bottle of warmed sake slid over to him, he poured and sipped elegantly. +16:47:10 [Ogawa] - - "I came from that village to America about four years ago." He neglected to mention that it was rumored in that village that he was the son of that demon, and his mother a human woman that was trained by that village to work with that demon and hunt the monsters back. The Asumoto clan was not one to give away such secrets to complete strangers. Simply prey and allies were privvy to such knowledges. But... Poor Cashmere might scream and run away if she knew what Ogawa's true job was. Now as Claire came and introduced herself, Ogawa bowed politely. "Good evening, detective. How are you doing tonight? Letting your hair down, I see." She asked of his music selection, and Ogawa simply gave her a devilish grin capable of putting chills down the spine of a succubus and raising pleasure-filled goosebumps like a hot shower. "I have just what you need," he purred. "Would you two be willing to dance with me now?" He then pointed to the DJ on shift, and Orgy's cover of Blue Monday played.]

16:59:14 Cashmere smiled warmly but with genuine thanks as Ogawa waived away the charge for the drink as if he was someone of importance in the place. Cashmere picked up the stray singles and stuffed them back deep into the corset. "Osaka? Japan?" she asked when the woman staring at the teen earlier at the bar ordering a drink and taking a seat next to her. Cashmere caught the look of course, always knowing it. Ogawa's gory words seemed to warrant a cringe and another sip form her drink but not any less of a smile. When Cashmere heard the woman a seat over speak she turned and saw the hand offered, "Claire? I am Cashmere!" offering a shake with a soft ivory hand bedecked with rings and different colored nailpolishes. The volume of the reply revealed a breathless, lisping voice that sounded as sung as spoke. "Sure, I'll dance." came the awnser, bright blue eyes staring into the woman's, an asian with blue eyes? and ones that seemed to glow. 16:59:30 [Cashmere] If Claire took Cashmere out to dance she would look back to Ogawa and give him an apoligetic look and a shrug while leaving the seat.

17:03:51 Cashmere looked like she was from the East as well, but didnt look Japanese per se, and if Ogawa wished to dance with the two of them he would be definatly welcomed by Cashmere. The word 'Detective made Cashmere look at Claire nervously and raise an eyebrow.

17:09:25 Snoobie had been walking for god knows how long, did she even know what time of day it was? Certainly not, she’d been in a state of complete delirium for the last day or so. It was only a matter of time before the feeling of bliss wore off and she’d return to her normal cranky and absolutely ignorant self. Brushing past a few people who stood outside an unknown bar they’d gave her the usual scowls whilst hurling some abuse their way. Whilst usually she’d take no such abuse from any, this time she just gives them a toothy grin before walking into the bar called hard Knox. Hips beginning to sway immediately to the music as she entered the establishment. But alas, once more the urge to get some alcohol in her more powerful than the urge to go tear up something awful on the dance floor. Swaying back and forth as though she were in a world of her own, the pink haired female scoots over towards the bar. The actions taken almost as though the female were an android, ever action as if she were on autopilot. Truth be told,-

17:09:27 Snoobie - she didn’t know where she was. And in this blissfully drugged up state, she didn’t care. Ordering her usual concoction of drinks she’d slip a few notes across the bar. Same old same old. However, to any who knew this peculiar female, they knew fine well it was best she be here drowning herself in alcohol than to be in any other state and roaming the streets. It just wasn’t safe, not for herself, but the wellbeing of others.

17:10:12 [Delaney] One wouldn’t believe to look at the ravishing beauty that just the day before she’d been hurled against a building, her body broken, shattered - bruised and beaten. In fact, they’d be hard pressed to think she’d been involved at all in trying to save Claire from the wreckage. However, she’d been healed thanks to the likes of one Dark Prince and his promise. That was last night. Dawn came and went, so too did her training with Dannethion and after she’d returned, the energy in her was still pulsating that she’d defied any injuries again, for the now. Though, she was careful to avoid a certain person who’d made their intentions quite clear the previous day. I’m here, for whenever you need to be healed, but that’s all it can be. I thought you knew that. The words ringing in her mind as she exited her rundown, loft apartment. She knew that now. And although a favor had been called up, she wasn’t about to make a fool of herself and let fall for one that made it evidently clear he didn’t want her. The issue -


17:10:19 [Delaney] being though, Laney had never been denied before. This was new to her and she wasn’t sure exactly how to handle it. It left her in a daze, as she questioned herself, even her powers. Luckily there was something of a distraction and that was the new bar that had opened up recently. One she’d heard about via rumors and such - especially in the Fae world. A night out was perhaps just what she needed. Of course, she’d gotten the invitation too from The Ash but that was for further down the week. Delaney needed something now and she needed it quick. Dressed in a black latex dress that was form fitting, form shaping and tight as a second skin, the Succubus had left for the Bar, arriving shortly thereafter as the Bouncer allowed her within. Despite the runes, there was a natural ability to Delaney - Succubus were not magic creatures at all, it was within their blood, their power to attract, to compel and to seduce. Dark strands of hair were ravishing around her tapered face, her pale features all the more enhanced -
17:10:35 [Delaney] by the blood red lipstick that glossed her lips, and azure hues that seemed almost too unnatural to be real. Rivulets of gloss bound over her shoulder, the tips of which licked the smooth bare flesh of her neckline, the dress itself strapless. High heels accompanied the package on the whole, defining her shapely legs, toned thighs and exotic features as she confidently strolled within, immediately feeling the beat of the music while instinctively knowing that eyes would be upon her. It was, her charm, after all.. If one could call it that.

17:12:44 ClaireMether eyed Ogawa for a moment; he'd just shot down her chance of playing a trick on Cash, and that irritated her. Then she shook Cash's hand, pulling her up out of her seat. "don't worry Cashmere, I'm off-duty." She leaned in and whispered in Cash's ear, "I will have to drive you home though, wouldn't want you spending a night in jail." She looked behind Cash at Ogawa, grinning. "If you can keep up with us on the dance floor, then by all means, come on." She pulled Cash out onto the dance floor, drawing her into a fast, hard rhythm, although she couldn't really get her groove on with the current music. She liked it, but it wasn't the best to dance to; still, she was having fun with Cashmere, and should Ogawa join them, she'd be accomdating enough.

17:22:58 [Ogawa] [Ogawa grinned. Fair is fair in love and war, so it's been said. So when the two walked off, Ogawa stayed behind. There would be other days to speak with Claire. She snagged the only other asian in the bar, but he didn't seem to mind. Watching can be fun, too. When Delaney came in, his Hunter senses immediately went off. Her aura of erotic pleasures left unspoken came to him like the fragrance of cherry blossoms in autumn. He looked towards her direction and upnodded her casually. Ogawa was in his own domain. Welcome to my home, said the spider to the fly. he thought to himself with an amused grin. When Snoobie entered, his eyebrow perked. Something about that one was... off. he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew that she had more than a few skeletons in her proverbial closet. But then again, this was Boston. When someone wasn't going Boondock Saints on a motherfucker, there was a war taking place in the spiritual plane. Not in here, and not tonight however. He could make certain of that.

17:25:36 Galen had awoken alone and even stayed within the area after sleeping away most of the morning and early afternoon but after a shower and getting changed, he returned to the shelter he had made a temporary home for now, waiting for her to be returned, only that never happened. He was a fool to think she would be returned back to him after all he had done to her the night before. He had kissed Jessica only because his place was known he couldn't allow himself to feel anything for her nor could he allow such a thing to happen on Delaney's behalf. Whether it had already happened or not, that wasn't the case and so he decided a drink was in order. He had received the invitation, that a Ball would commence in a weeks time but it was on the full moon, of all nights it would have to be that one. Did his Father do it on purpose? Knowing he couldn't control his shifting on the full moon? Either way, his presence would be required and demanded but that was the least of his worries for now.-

17:25:55 [Galen] The Morrigan had remained quiet, expecting to be summoned to her any given day but that had yet to happen, that and he needed to speak to his Father as well. The sample of Spellbound was given to the Doctor and he still hadn't heard back yet, now it was a waiting game and he wasn't one to just wait around, that gave him enough of a prompt to decide that hitting a bar and drinking his troubles away would be a good idea. He had no clients to meet with, no job to deal with and so he was off the clock as far as he was concerned and he had heard, though various others, that a new bar had opened up. Surely -She- wouldn't be there, likely hiding out at the Cork no doubt so it seemed the perfect place to go. -17:25:59 [Galen] He had changed into a pair of black pants and shoes, a black fitted shirt with sleeves that covered his arms and a black jacket covered his upper half, as he made his way toward the new bar in question, trying to forgot about last night and all the emotions it had drummed up.-e-

17:32:25 Cashmere was lifted out of her seat to go dance, and just nodded as Claire said that she was off-duty, but when she whispered in Cashmere's ear the teen leaned over and whispered back breathlessly, "Oh okay I see how it is, you want me to go with you instead of jail huh? so how much do I owe you or do you want a freebie instead, is it for you or your husband?" Cashmere raised an eyebrow at Claire but seemed to join her in the dance as if nothing was going on, shifting her body and hips expertly dancing very well even in 6-inch platforms.

17:34:51 Snoobie would for the moment merely be sat at the bar, hammering down drink after drink and during short intervals of not having a drink on hand she could be seen rocking out and drumming her fingertips manically upon the bar top. [Next post will be bigger]

17:35:45 Delaney was far from a fly. In her own right, she was a spider and considering the mood she was currently in, her web could be cast far and wide, effecting an entire City. Though, her training had proved fruitful so far, her powers, although natural were in some limitation. Most would feel a draw, a pull, an inclination to look, to see. Be baffled by her beauty, that sense of the unachievable that should be easily acquired. It was her natural guise as the pheromones of her being seeped from her pores like a scent perfume which non could truly deny. Those demur hues immediately went to the dance floor, and following the rhythm of the crowd, the latex clad beauty soon joined in. The pulsating strobe lights from the overhead video added to her motion, hypnotic and suggestive she relished the freedom she currently felt. No Ash. No Morrigan and no Galen. Beyond that, she was aware of others who were present. Claire, for one - the kiss they’d shared allowing a small bond of recognition to place and she sensed Jessica’s =17:36:00 [Delaney] presence somewhere. Just briefly her eyes met Ogawa as she narrowed her gaze, before arching a finely plucked brow in response, lips parted in a soft smile. So that was the demon hunter she’d heard of. Perhaps he could assist her with some things. In particular protection when it came to things like Peter and The Morrigan. While as a succubus Delaney had a deadly gift, she did have several weaknesses and in terms of the Fae, she was quite young and inexperienced in particular matters. A mental note was left before she turned her attention to the music, inching closer to a group of males, infiltrating their motions with that of her own, knowing their hands would likely be pawing at her soon enough.


17:39:22 ClaireMether continued dancing with Cashmere, but as the song ended she leaned into her again, whispering fiercely. "Take it from someone who knows, the cops are all on edge; if some beat cop catches you outside, drunk, and underage, you're in a world of shit. I'm trying to do you a favor by making sure you get home safe. I'm single, for all it matters. I just want to dance." She drew Cashmere back to the bar briefly so that they could finish their drinks. She hoped the next selection would be something she could really let go to. She wanted to have fun tonight damn it. Her eyes were drawn immediately to Delaney as she entered, and her heart rate increased for a brief period as she remembered the kiss they'd shared; she was able to look away after Del lost herself in the crowd, but her cheeks were definitely flushed. She finished her blue valium, eager to get back out to the dance floor with Cash.


17:46:05 [Ogawa] [Ogawa looked back to his Bartender, a burly man that went by the name of Spike, and shouted a few things at him. Then the youth wen back upstairs. His mind was wandering, and his thoughts once again revolved around the goings on around him. The Hunter had much work to do, and he had many peopple he had to get in contact with. So when he got upstairs, he went to his office and shut the door. So much for being able to get a chick tonight, it seemed. The one available so far seems more interested in Alcohol... and Ogawa got a wierd vibe from that one. It was creepy creepy in ways that went past everything that he encountered so far. He'd rather not try that until Maneki was with him.]


17:47:29 Cashmere swallowed some, looking into Claire's eyes and nodding slightly, leaning into the woman, "Is it you think I'm underage?" she asked, leaning to the side to pull out a small coin purse and gingerly removing a card from it, showing Claire the ID card. The card was of a 21-year old aquarius with the name Suna Kiempo from Georgia an asian girl without any makeup and the same bright blue eyes. if Claire was satisfied Cashmere would return the Id and pouch, then whisper back, "If you know what I am why do you wanna dance with me? to keep me from turning a trick or to mess with me? or are you really past all that?" Cashmere asked as if it was hard to believe, but gave Claire that intrigued, winning smile anyway.

17:49:27 Galen had every intention of letting loose tonight and to let the past rest in place of a few beer and shots, enough to let him forget everything over the last few days or at least try hard in attempting so. He reached the entrance and approached the bouncer, letting him check for whatever and with nothing found, he moved inside, ready to relax, listen to some good music and to get his drink on. It wasn't a solution, in fact it was a band aid that would eventually have to be removed, and likely in a painful manner, but for at least a little while it would be good to forget. He was quick to move inside the bar, people gathered in groups, some sitting alone and a good sized crowd at the bar trying to be the next one in line. He had missed Delaney's entrance or the fact she was on the dance floor, at least for the moment, only because he didn't expect to see her and he wasn't seeking her out tonight. -17:49:41 [Galen] The more she hated him the better, it was vital she didn't feel for him, nor him for her and so beer was the only thing on his mind, that and a few shots of whiskey that had his name on them. He waited behind a few people, but once they had received their drinks, he pushed his way in, ordering up two beer, one for each hand and a shot of whiskey to get him started. He glanced side to side, taking in the few people around him but then his attention would be turned forward as the drinks were served up in record time, pulling out his wallet and dropping a $20 on the counter. "Keep the change." He picked up the shot glass and then raised it to no one in particular, "Sláinte." No sooner were the rods said, then the shot was downed and the glass returned to the counter, all in one fluid motion. Now that he was double fisting, he turned around, drinking from one beer first and taking in the sights around him.-e-

17:52:05 Delaney pushed her hips back against one male in particular who’d come up behind her, his hands upon her small waist as he danced. Her eyes closed as she felt the rhythm further, though the notion of one other came upon her. At first, she imagined it was because his strength, his essence was still within her, she was prone to ‘see’ him in places all things considering. What Del wasn’t aware of was with the passion shared previously she’d gained briefly his powers also. Her senses were utterly heightened, eyesight and keen sense of smell as that familiar scent wafted toward her. Eyes opening, she gazed around, seeing at first only the crowd as she spun around in the male’s arms, the man obviously giving into her wiles as she smiled his way. The smile was cold however, despite the fact she raised her hands upward toward his face as if to offer him a kiss. But.. She didn’t. She could sense him. The one person she’d been trying to avoid. Could he not just leave her alone? Was this a game to him? Of course he’d --17:52:09 [Delaney] be willing to heal her. It meant one thing in particular and it’s not like he didn’t get anything out of the deal. She was certain he was more than appeased in many ways even in the short time they’d spent together. STOP it DEL.. Thrusting Galen out of her mind, she turned her attention back to her current dance partner, smiling toward Claire briefly with a knowing look within her gaze while she surrounded herself with the group of males once more. Each one getting the same attention as the next, knowing Galen was there in particular. It actually felt good in some way - let the man watch. It was just what he’d done to her the day before with Jessica. Ah yes, the Succubus had a jealous streak, one she wasn’t even aware of yet. A woman scorned is one thing. A succubus scorned is an altogether different creature entirely.