Whoops, lemme change it.
Edit: Done. Made it more intimate and risky.
Edit: Done. Made it more intimate and risky.
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”Mr. Dawson, why don't you have a seat?” He said, gesturing to the brown leather chair he had his hand resting on.
The men behind Adel stepped forward. They each placed a firm hand around his upper arms, half-guiding, half-dragging Adel to the seat. If Adel struggled in any way, their plan would have been quickly subduing him with a blow to the cheek - but besides tensing up, the man didn’t fight.
They shoved Adel into the seat, twisting it so it faced the mirror. Vincent still had that smirk on his face as he picked up a bowl of shaving cream and an applicator brush on the counter.
Slowly, methodically, Vincent applied shaving cream to Adel's face while speaking.
”Now, my men tell me that you and your spies have decided to make it your home in White Pine. Not that I care too much about that.”
He set down the bowl, picking out a barber's blade instead. He opened it, the fresh gleam of a clean, sharp blade within.
“What I really care about, though, is who set you up to do this.”
The blade pressed against Adel's neck as Vincent leaned over, staring at the man through the mirror.
”So, what'll it be, Canary? You gonna sing?”
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Nocturnal Memoirs (2024)
"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
"You'll have to duel me for them."
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Alizée Altieri
Location: Veni Vedi Veni
@Punished GN
"SECURITY! GET HER OUT OF HERE!"
The comfortable rush of adrenaline that shocked her system the moment the bartender whistled brought a welcomed smile to Alizée's face. The night-stalker had been blocked before she could truly get to work. Now? Now, everything would be rushed, but she wasn't opposed to it. In fact, her mind relished rushing through possibilities as the towering bouncers pushed past folks in the dive to get at her.
Like second nature, phantom hands rose beside her, the appearance of melted night messing with the edges of reality. They grew in size, to about the length of a baseball bat, and like a swatter to mosquitoes, one hand locked onto the targets. In one second, the bouncers were marching towards her. In the next, they were sent sailing, crashing tables and patrons into the wall, surprised screams in their wake.
Alizée gave her phantom hand a flex, smirking. Before she spotted a red eye staring at her from the edges of the groaning aftermath. A furious, red eye surrounded in darkness. A hint of the horrors of the Void.
Alizée swallowed nervously, the world swirling under her as she pushed away from the bar. She took two steps forward and had to catch herself, stumbling. The liquor hit hard. But she didn't care. She would be fine, the buzz was even welcome, made her less afraid of the horrors. The buzz wouldn't interfere with her business, she told herself.
But she did have to move. It was best to give the horrors their space.
Now, she was left with a significant decision. The entire dive was staring at her, including the girls. Including the bartender. Including the muscular redhead who had smartly refused Alizée's gift. An almost gleeful look passed over Alizée's features, considering her options in that split second.
"It's obvious. Take the girl, and let's get out of here."
"Not so obvious."
"What are you on about?"
"Why are we here?"
"The murders."
"Yes. Father Wolf. What is a more direct approach, the girl or the texter?"
Void raised a shape of an eyebrow. "Interesting. And what if the texter has nothing to do with Father Wolf?"
"We know where Violet works."
"Ah. So you're changing victims."
"Yes."
"Very well. I approve."
Alizée smirked, and with the go-ahead from Void, she reached out with her other oversized phantom hand and grabbed the muscular redhead, squeezing tight and pulling the redhead off her feet.
"Let's get to know each other a bit better, sister..."
If Alizée was successful in capturing the redhead, Alizée would swipe the woman's phone and make her way to the door, giving a knowing smirk to Violet, staring for far too long, before heading out. She would shove the redhead into the backseat, phantom hand constricting around her arms and torso, and tore off into the night.
They say to never bring business home, but she was certain, by the time she was done with the redhead, they wouldn't even think about crossing her. So, obviously, her destination was the studio apartment she rented at the edge if downtown. No prying eyes there. And if she was careful, the redhead would have no idea...
@QueenBea Whoops! xD Love the relations.
Mhmm, sounds good to me.
All good, all good, thanks for the update!
Mwahaha.
@Days Sounds great! Take your time! :)
I BROUGHT THE TISSUES!!!
Schemes are scheming!
Ciara Ventura
Wingram Academy, Main Building
@Nanaya, @ERode
The moment the scent of mouth-watering light radiated off the little stone doll, the Voices cackled in Ciara's mind.
"Well, if you fail with the precious one, this little morsel will do." The Voice was cold and filled with malice. And Ciara, staring at the petite little doll and its inherent innocence, had to agree. It had enough light to ease the pain in her stomach, if Iraleth-
Wait.
Ciara slapped hands to her cheeks, having the opposite reaction as the bucket-wearing boy began to breakdance. She wasn't supposed to be agreeing with the Voices! She wasn't supposed to be planning on eating Iraleth! She should be considered with other things, like why the bucket-boy appeared dead!
Her hands moved to her stomach, where there was an infinite void gurgling away, ripping apart her insides.
How long could she keep this up? How long... until she gave in to this pressure?
The only thing that drew Ciara out of her dilemma was a tell-tale door opening, Davil rolling into the group, and Otis following closely after him. Ciara stared in shock, black hair ruffled in the sudden commotion, before she shook herself, and gave Otis a piercing gaze.
Otis was here. Now she didn't have to hunt him down.
Ignoring Davil's tomato cheeks and obvious embarrassment, as she couldn't understand exactly why Davil appeared so flustered, she instead made a beeline for Otis, wrapping an arm around his neck and leading him to the side of the cafeteria where they were serving students.
"You read my mind, Otis. Let's go for that coffee."
When they were a few paces away, she let go of him and leaned in, keeping her voice to a near-whisper, ensuring her voice didn't carry. "I need your help."
Her eyes were fierce. "Tonight, I'm... I need to get into an off-limits place. And I need your Door to do it."
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