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Monsters Hotel

@akje
"Silence... I implore you." Avalai murmured, for once making a request and not a demand as she kept her eyes forward and fanned herself. Her display had left her a bit spent. Keeping up appearance was ever such a bother. But as the changeling spoke, she could feel his words like nails hammered into the back of her skull as each insecurity was spoken aloud. However, as she was the favored pet of the Count himself, it could not be shown.

"The ancient's curse will not affect me now. Not after so many years since his heart stopped beating. He was a great ruler... once upon a time. But all stars fade and die in an explosion of dust and sparkling mist. Just as his abilities have."

After her words, the Queen became unusually quiet as she made her way upstairs, only her handmaiden and the changeling following now. Perhaps her thoughts were on what the shadowy creature had said, perhaps it was on different matters. Nothing could be said for sure with the stoic expression on her face.

"I thought you seemed familiar," Avalai suddenly spoke, breaking the silence that waited beside the echoing of their footsteps on the staircase. It had grown dark, and the handmaiden had lit a candle to see better. "You... lived in a mirror in one of my manors many years ago, did you not?"

Monsters Hotel

@MonsieurShade@akje@Earnest Evans
Yeah, Akje pretty much hits the whole thing I'm going for on the head. Avalai's been around for many centuries and though even when she was a new vampire she was prone to her more bloodthirsty ways there's always going to be some humanity left in her that makes her want to believe she's in the right no matter what. It's a weakness that she doesn't truly understand.

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@Earnest Evans

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Well, thank you for the compliment but... uh... I'm not sure if you know how a thrall works o3o The oxford dictionary defines it as "the state of being in someone's power or having great power over someone." In this case, I use the former of the definition. In legend, to be a Thrall to a vampire or a demon (usually of the Succubus/Incubus nature, which vampires are a class derived from it in lore) was to be a servant to the being in question and to enjoy it by the benefits reaped by it. (See: Sex or, as I've used it here, to drink the vampires blood. In some stories that's how someone becomes bound to be a vampires servant or thrall is to actually drink the vampires blood and not the other way around. Vampire bite to kill, or vampire blood to keep alive and as a servant.) And usually, as illustrated by my post a little while back, servants are more than willing to literally kill themselves should the being they have residence under desire it. I'm not going to pretend I understand all the biology of it, it is just lore, but this is how I've always understood thralls to work.

In my post, I didn't really mention them saying that they deserved anything or that they felt necessarily good about it, but that it was just a job that happened to come with some good perks. It is true that she asked to dispel any guilt about the whole situation; but the will of a thrall here is free. Some thralls in legend DO have varying degrees of free will, which is how I can see you may have interpreted it, but they're pretty free in this case. Hence, his rather realistic and neutral answer.

It's just a job. He can go home if he wants, anyone can really be employed by Avalai if they have what she looks for. (*cough* if they're cute enough and she likes them in bed) That being said, Avalai is still not a good person >3> By any means of the imagination. She's pretty fucked up. It's better to be her thrall and protect your family than to oppose her and have everyone you love die. Thrall Neutrality works well here though because this rp is meant to be a comedy. I'm just glad Avalai can bring a little darkness to it ;3

Obsolete Angels

@Kaithas Actually that spot was just filled. Sorry for the confusion.

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There was an awkward pause after the mummy's show of light and when had left.

Avalai turned to the nearby thrall. "Am I keeping you here against your will?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

The thrall shrugged. "I mean... it's my job. Pays my bills. Plus we're all kinda mad thirsty for you anyways. And we go on vacation ON the job so..."

"Oh."

"Yeeeahh."

"Well then, it comforts me to know that even if his curse had worked it truly would have no affect anyways." She cleared her throat, looking to all her Thralls. "Carry on, but do help with the clean up once you're done. Leaving a mess is rude." The thralls scattered to resume their activities before as if one of their coworker didn't just die at the hands of their employer. At long last, the Queen turned in for the day to her quarters.

Obsolete Angels

@Daxam
Betcha you're glad that we stuck to one post a day huh? ;)

@NuttsnBolts
Yes, I was hoping that would be a shock factor, but not TOO much of a shock factor.

Gotta milk them adult themes. mmmhm.

@Ruki

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...... *squints*
...Alright, tell ya what. Seeing you on paper is one thing, but I want to see you in action. You do show promise, and I can't put my finger on what's quite missing here, but for now, consider yourself accepted. Something tells me I'll find what I'm looking for when you put it into action.

Welcome to New Society. ^^

Titans Together!

@t2wave
They were safe now... as the angelic figure finished healing the man that Marilyn had saved, the pale alien's fist clenched tightly...

And she slapped the person that had teleported them, sharply across the cheek. Her eyes, surprisingly, filled with rage.

"What do you want, a thank you?!" She had never been angrier before. She gripped the angel-esque beings shoulders, tight in her hands. "There are citizens of this city up there that need saving, and you try to help out the two people who don't need it?!" She turned, quickly grabbed up the man she had saved with a grunt, and ran to a store front window. She set him down and glared back at the woman, her eyes ablaze in a surprising and out of character amount of fury. Marilyn was in so much pain. She felt so weak. But god dammit, the people that were captured would not suffer, and the decision to take responsibility for that gave her strength.

She turned away from the woman, still in disbelief at her ignorance, and leapt through the glass. The alien appeared back on the ship, coming through the breakroom she was at before. She listened, calming down, a silent roar of unbending will shown in her eyes to the sounds of people. There... in the distance. People, captured perhaps. She ducked back into the glass to try to find glass or a reflective surface near where they were.

Marilyn would not let them come to harm.

Obsolete Angels

@Daxam@Fairess

The pixiebot remained quiet, turning her eyes to the two and listening intently. As quietly as she could with this gOD DAMN DOG WAVING HER ABOUT. Then she was thumped to the ground. G-guh... at last... now she could escape... She wriggled through the fine hairs, struggling with her escape.

@Art of Fun@NuttsnBolts

Letter:

'Company Associates,

There is urgent business in the city square. Report immediately to this vicinity in the best attire you can manage on such short notice. A presentation will be made to the public in address of the newest Mechangels technology. It is up to us to keep the public happy.

Revlis Tongs
Desium Corp President.'

@Art of Fun
The child watched, waiting for the demon to finish his readings. Then, satisfied, the child turned and ran... straight into oncoming traffic. The umbrella they were carrying goes flying.... and the blood is washed into the gutter.

@NuttsnBolts
"You done reading now?" The peppy school girl popped off the bench, her eyes ecstatic. The subway roared as it began to draw nearer to the station. "That's good. I have to go now. Bye-bye!" The school girl ran for the tracks just as the train had come. She leaped straight into it's path, the crowd waiting for the subway gasped and covered their mouths as blood sprayed against their faces. Shocked. A distraction to give the demoness room to leave without notice.

@PaulHaynek@pure493

"...?" Lee cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "What do any of those words mean, Ethan?" Clearly she was confused. His big words didn't mean a thing to her and that was obvious. Then someone came out from the edge of the alley.

As Lee turned her head and looked at him, her pupils shrank. In the screen over her eyes, her sights narrowed in on the gun and read: Hostile.

The rain stopped.

It hung in the air just as it had been a moment before, but it remained still. Time seemed to slow, but it all happened so quickly.

Lee's hand lashed out, and in suit, the rain followed, forming an extended arm to lash the gun from the spys hand. Her other hand moved in response, like a coordinated dance, the rain would mold around Yuri's body and hold him up in the air.

Her arms stilled. Her eyes were blank but distantly focused. Behind her, her green hair seemed to give the illusion of being longer... She had reacted entirely on instinct but... Her eyes widened, life returning to them. The rain started up again, continuing to fall as it should have. As she pulled back, so would the spy fall. She stared at her hands, more terrified than ever.

She looked to Ethan, her gaze full of deathly fear.

"What am I?!"

[ABILITY UNLOCKED: Hydrokinesis]

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@Earnest Evans

Avalai's eyes narrowed at the ancient's words. Her slender, pale hand rose from her side and she snapped her fingers, her long red nails clicking. Immediately, regardless of distance, all the thralls stopped what they were doing to come to her. Their expressions changed from relaxed and happy to stoic and intimidating. It was eerily quiet as they all came to the foot of the staircase and knelt down in neat, practiced rows. They looked up at her, awaiting a command.

The red queen looked with spite at the mummy berating her.

"Motivate my employees?" She spat, her tone filled with venom. "Motivate... my employees?" It was then she walked into the mummys space, and continued to walk so that he may have to walk backwards to stay up. "Were it not already preconceived that I had given my Thralls permission to relax and enjoy their time off except for the select few who begged to stay and remain at my side at all times, I would have slaughtered them all one by one personally. You think you can DARE talk to me about my thralls? YOU think you can DARE talk to me about MOTIVATING, MY, EMPLOYEES?! YOU FAIL TO EVEN SUPPLY SERVANTS YOU CRUSTY ABOMINATION. YOUR TIME IS SO FAR PAST, YOUR RULE SO LONG GONE THAT NOBODY HAS EVER HEARD OF YOUR NAME." She stopped, recoiling and grinned sadistically. "You want motivation?"

She took a dagger, hidden in the fold of her skirt, and sliced her palm without so much as flinching. Below, the Thralls moaned, their long turned state making them lust to taste her blood despite remaining human.

"You." Her golden eyes pointed to a random thrall in the bunch, locking gazes with him. "Kill the thrall to your left."

Without needing any other order, the thrall turned to his left, the other thrall closing his eyes to accept his fate as the first drew the sword from his hip and decapitating the other. The victorious thrall gingerly collected the other's head and going through the crowd, which silently parted, to go up the stairs to his Queen. He knelt down on the stair below Avalai and bowed his head, presenting her with the decapitated one.

Avalai's smile could destroy nations.

She put forth her bleeding hand. The thrall gently but very perversely took it after setting the head down, licking desperately at his queens wound. Her expression softened almost maternally and she ran her long nails through his hair. Her gaze, hardening once more, turned to the ancient's as the crowd below remained stoic. She stepped up to him, leaving the thrall behind as she got into his space once again.

"Ego sanguinum Maria,
Eu sunt Huntress de noapte,
Я каралева усіх вампіраў,
و كنت طويلة ، نسي الملك الملك من الغبار."

Translation

Latin: I am Bloody Mary,
Romanian: I am the Huntress of the Night,
Belarusian: I am the Queen of all Vampires,
Arabic: And you are a long, forgotten King
of Dust.

Obsolete Angels

@Ruki After going over your CS, I have to admit that it is fine, butI can't accept you because I have a hard time seeing the direction he would go in this roleplay. I've given it some thought and I'm not certain you understand the world this rp is centered in. I'd like to give you another chance to better research the lore I've provided in the initial post and go from there, and mean no ill feelings. However, your character simply doesn't fit this world as is.