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    Akako Akari reacted to Twitterpated in Ex Cathedra (Taiyomichi)   
    It was true. At some point the Cambion felt indebted to her. Though that debt no longer remained these days, to him they had been paid in full several months ago. He once endangered her life, and in some round about twist of fate, he'd fulfilled protecting that which he'd threatened. The outstanding duty to protect her was an extension of his desires. He wanted to protect her, he needed to. In his short miserable life, Xartia had experienced several life times. Though in the presence of Akako, that past felt empty. Of all the days he'd lived, he felt that the ones spent with her were the best ones despite them being filled with trauma. If it were true that the Magician felt indebted to her, it was a debt he'd placed upon himself at this point.
    The last time he'd kissed her, her reaction was much different. She endured him in this moment, though she didn't return any of the feelings he'd expressed in that moment. He maintained his poker face, refreshing his smile as if he was unaffected. She downed a glass of Sake, as if she were cleansing herself of the offense, or perhaps drowning the words she really wished to settle upon him. When she finally spoke, he listened, and as she moved to pass him, his index finger grazed the back of her hand though he refused to follow her with his gaze.
    "We all have responsibilities that come before our desires. Get used to it."
    "Hai..."
    Was all he chimed in response. Once he was certain she'd left the vicinity, he lingered alone. With his back still to the door, his smile finally diminished; A frown stealing his charming good looks as his eyes narrowed. He cast his gaze more or less at the floor, his right hand gripping the rim of the nearest chairs back as he took a moment to process his thoughts and feelings. Her words as few and simple as they were held a variety of meanings in his mind, though their her intent carried at least three meanings. She responded to his words about his school and business, though she seemed to be talking more about the boy, and herself. 
    He pivoted suddenly, throwing the chair he grasped across the room. It crashed into the wall nearest the door before falling to ruined pieces. Immediately after throwing it, he swiped the desk before him clean before ultimately flipping it over in all his rage. He screeched those blood curdling screams he was known for when pushed to aggression. He picked up a statuette, and without identifying it as a Kami, the threw it through the window beyond the ruined desk. Grabbing a bookcase , he also threw it at the window now already broken before screaming again. 
    Those screams echoed in the recesses of his cerebellum as his half lidded eyes blinked to realize he was still just standing there holding the chair. Relinquishing his grasp, he smacked his palm across the rim it previously grasped gently enough to not stir a presence. Clearing his throat he turned on his heels and headed out of her office as he refreshed his expression once more, painting on that charming smirk. That trademark, Cheshire grin. His hands tucked into his pockets as he walked in all his mundane prowess to the docks. It would be better if he took the long way back to the Keep.
    @Akako Akari
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    Akako Akari got a reaction from Twitterpated in Ex Cathedra (Taiyomichi)   
    Akako couldn't help the frown that marred her expression when he mentioned the lost kingdom and how she was the cause. He laughed, however, she wasn't nearly as amused. His priorities were certainly misplaced at best, but this was Xartia. Part of her always wondered if he felt indebted towards her and that was why he seemed to drop everything to run to her aid. She didn't know if she should be grateful for that or concerned. At the moment, it didn't matter. She didn't have time to think on it with him present. 
    He always found ways to surprise her, and today was no different. The daiyokai didn't know where he got the nerve or confidence to take liberties with her person, but he did. First, a finger that feathered over her cheek then a gentle press of his lips on hers. The vixen could have stopped it from happening, but part of thought this was some twisted game of chicken, however, she was wrong. 
    Her teeth pressed together, her jaw working as she tried to decide how to handle it. How to handle him. The daiyokai turned her face away from his and took her glass of sake and sipped it, still rattled by his forwardness. It was a mistake. She didn't want or need a man in her life. Especially not, Xartia. So be it if she were to die alone. She died before, completely alone, and it wasn't the worst thing. There had been silence, blessed silence for a time. Then she was with Red, seeing through her eyes and seeing everything she hated. 
    A growl vibrated in her chest and Akako also stood while the Cambion paced. 
    "We all have responsibilities that come before our desires. Get used to it." 
    Then Akako was heading to the door. She needed to get out of this room. It was stifling. Perhaps she needed to hunt again. It had been awhile. The mountains would heal whatever this feeling was. The uncomfortable tightening of her chest and breathlessness that came anytime she thought of the moments she inhabited Red's mind. 
     
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    Akako Akari got a reaction from vielle in Genesaris Quest Center   
    Port Caelum Quests
     
    Quest Rules
    Created by Supernal
    Minor edits by Akako Akari
    PM (Akako Akari) before undertaking a quest so I can update availability. Include a [QUEST] brack in your thread title for easy visual tracking. Each post should contain a minimum of 200 words and each quest should be a minimum of 15 posts in order for it to be canonized.  Rewards include: Influence Points, Prestige Points, IC loot from me and ones that you can determine. Rewards can include: canon changes to the setting, special materials acquisition, or generic IC spoils. When complete, go through canonization process and PM (King and Akako Akari) in order for the quest to be canonized and to receive points and IC loot if applicable.  The following Quest Prompts are designed to further the expansion of Akako’s territory by a variety of means. The details of the quest are open for interpretation by the players or the appointed/selected GM. If you select a quest on your own, you’re encouraged to use the Water Cooler to post an Interest Check to see if there are others that would like to join the quest. 
    Important Links
    Genesaris Rules of Engagement: https://www.valucre.com/topic/41147-genesaris-rules-of-engagement/
    Lore Page - Port Caelum:
    https://www.valucre.com/lore.html/genesaris/port-caelum-r716/
     
    Quest Classes
    Class D (Very Easy) 
    Class C (Easy) 
    Class B (Medium) 
    Class A (Hard) 
    Class S (Crazy)  
     
    Quest Prompts
    Class D : An Army Marches on its Stomach [Repeatable] - Logistics is the most important aspect of war and knowing this, Akako has sent out scouts, engineers, and a small contingent of soldiers to capture farms, natural resources, and set up outposts on the way to and near her targets. 
    Class D :  Renovations and Improvement [Repeatable] - Forcing its way into the geopolitical stage, Port Caelum is on the cusp of greatness. In order to facilitate the physical and political growth, Akako has commissioned a number of engineering firms to make economical, defensive, and cosmetic improvements to the city's infrastructure.
    Class D : Crushing the Insurrection [Repeatable] - Not all inhabitants are happy with Akako’s decisions, a small group of objectors are steadily growing louder and more bold. It seems like it is only a matter of time before they turn violent. One way or another, these individuals must be silenced.
    @Lacernella Rubra - In Progress 
    Class D : Recon [Repeatable] - Tensions are increasing between Taiyōmichi and Datsuzoku. Akako needs more information on any items Datsuzoku may have in their possession and if they are preparing for any attack. Set up outposts near all of their known territories.
    Class D : Keeping the Peace [Repeatable] - Acquisition of new territory is the easy part, keeping the new subjects placated is not. Find a way to help the masses accept Akako as their leader, remove those that refuse.
    Class D : Recon of Genesaris - Before any good war can be carried out, it is imperative that a kingdom knows what it is fighting against. In order to facilitate the war effort, Akako has ordered that spies be sent to infiltrate the inner workings of the various cities, villages, and towns of the continent.
    Class D : Gaining Land [Repeatable] - With Port Caelum officially separated from the Scarlet Empire, Akako is looking to expand. The entire coast along the Cold Mountains is currently unoccupied. Look for usable land to place sentry towers or farms. Survey the land and create a report to return to Akako that details resources gained from the plot claimed. 
    Class C : Networking [Repeatable] - The population is growing rapidly in Port Caelum which as led to a need for more resources. Establish relationships outside of Genesaris specifically to trade goods in order to sustain the growing population. 
    Class C : Forging Alliances [Repeatable] - With war approaching, Port Caelum will need investors and allies to join in the coming battles. Akako needs an emissary to travel to neighboring continents to track down foreign leaders to obtain additional military and financial support. 
    Class C : All Roads Lead to Akako [Repeatable] - Lakes, rivers, and roads are invaluable resources. If Akako is to maintain them, she needs the funding. Establish checkpoints, locks, and roving patrols to collect taxes from those that use the infrastructure. It doesn’t matter that it isn’t hers just yet, it will be.
    Class C : Sanctions and Blockades Part I - Umbrige Isle and the Shievar Mountains are excellent staging area for expansion. Establishing a permanent self sufficient military presence will allow Akako to apply pressure to St. Desolates from all sides.
    Class C : The Propaganda Machine [Repeatable] - Perception is reality, and a little propaganda can go a long way to strengthen one’s cause while also weakening the opposition. Be it with publications in the Daily Weekly, Protests and Rallies, or any other method, seed the world with doubt about their own leaders, while convincing them that life couldn’t be better in Port Caelum.
    Class C : Reopening the Mines Part II - Ore is one of the primary exports for Port Caelum; however, a large part of the caverns have not been explored to identify new resources due to the mysterious deaths of the miners. With the mines safe again to work again, there are many new resources to discover. 
    Class B: Capturing New Territory [Repeatable]  - Be it the Cold Mountains, Mt. Fulgur, Cavern of Blades, Velhatien Desert, Abyssal Enclave, Bloodstone Marsh, Bloodmage Mountains, or the Shienvar Mountains, there is land to be had, resources to claim, and taxes to be levied. Expedition parties have been commissioned by Akako to establish a permanent presence in these locations, for future exploitation, as well as a launching point for further expeditions.
    Class B: Second Chances [2x Repeatable] - Criminals can be an invaluable resource, and everyone deserves a second chance. Reyer City Prison and Wicker City Prison both have criminals. These are resources to be tapped. 
    Class B: Quests throughout Genesaris [Repeatable] - The benefit of seeding goodwill is immeasurable. It is for this reason that any Genesaris quest that is completed, that benefits the empire -- and Akako-- can also be turned in to Akako for fame and recognition.
    Class B: Reopening the Mines Part I - For a time, the portion of the Cold Mountains at the back of Port Caelum were being mined for ore; however, upon accidentally breaching a wall leading to the Labyrinth Caves, there was an increase in mysterious casualties which led mining operations to be suspended. Work with one of the Legion’s lieutenants to ensure the mines are safe.  [A DM must be assigned for this quest] 
    Class A: Negotiate their Surrender [Repeatable] - Not all lands must be conquered by force. As an envoy of Akako you have been tasked with negotiating the surrender of Union City, Aelindra City, Shrine City, Joran City, Mageside, Coastal Grande, Mezthaluen, Strider City, Raven’s Landing, Dragonsoul Summit, Stormward, and other towns. The only acceptable terms is getting them to fully incorporate into the empire, anything else means war.
    Class A: There Can Be Only One - In order to bolster Port Caelum’s economic power, an order has been given for a covert raid to be carried out. The target is Port Kyros. Whatever destruction befalls the port, it must leave them completely incapable of conducting trade.
    Class A: Sanctions and Blockades Part II - (Sanctions and Blockades Part I must be completed first) With Umbridge Isle and Shienvar Mountains under the empire controls, access to St. Desolates has been completely cut off. Either negotiate their surrender or take them by force.
    Class A: Sanctions and Blockades Part III - (Sanctions and Blockades Part II & There can only be one must be completed first) Capturing St. Desolates has afforded the empire additional resources. With Port Kyros out of commission now is the time to strike at Antigone. One way or another, the island must be taken.
    Class A: Gathering Items [Repeatable x1 per OC] - Genesaris is known to host many powerful items. Akako is paying a hefty sum for the acquisition of any of the Legendary Weapons, Genesar Cornerstones, and/or The Beast Flute. Track down the location of the item and take it by any means necessary. [A DM must be assigned for this quest]
    @Lacernella Rubra - (The Beast Flute - Completed) 
     
    Class S: Gathering Items [Repeatable x1 per OC] - Genesaris is known to host many powerful items. Akako is paying a hefty sum for the acquisition of any of the Legendary Weapons, Genesar Cornerstones, and/or The Beast Flute. Track down who is now in possession of the item and take it by any means necessary. [PvP quest]
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    Akako Akari reacted to Damnatus in Crossing Blades at Sea: The Aligorian Tea Heist   
    The sorcerer was not alone on that salted cliffside. Another figure stood vigil there, or in this case, sat. Even as he recognized the nearing task looming before them, Elias Curwen made no move to disturb his current state. Not for at least another several moments. Sitting neatly, legs tucked and crossed, and his arms rested upon them, he was too busy finalizing his own preparation. Only the faintest sliver of his consciousness was attuned to the reality outside of him, in spite of the crash of the sea on the cliffside below and the deep throbbing in his left knee. His attention was focused upon a wholly different sea: his consciousness.
    ‘That should do it,’ the human arcanist muttered internally as his mind went through the motions of finalizing the last spell. The formulae was drawn from the impressive book laid out before him, propped up somewhat unceremoniously by a pile of stones. The grimoire was his spell book, and his most valued treasure; one of the few he was able to retain during the fall of his family. The vellum pages fluttered, turning as though caught by the wind, but further observation would reveal they moved to the tune of a wholly different force. Elias’ mind set about constructing the formulae inside his sea of consciousness, each resembling three-dimensional runes of differing complexities. The final tier he was preparing was the most complex he had yet to decipher; this particular spell’s rune consisted of countless matricies of smaller runes that formed the lattice structure that formed the final composition.
    That served as the preparation. The catalyst was the very blood that coursed through his veins; heeding his will, Elias’ bloodline ignited the rune, completing it within his mind’s eye. 
    “There,” he spat drly, his voice carrying the lit of an aristocratic upbringing and the irritability of someone forced to live within lesser means. Slowly, and painfully, he unfurled his legs and began the laborious process of standing up, gathering and closing his grimoire at the same time. Such a task was only possible with the cane resting at his left, a construct of mahogany that terminated with a brass, pear-shaped handle. Upon its face were engravings of complex geometric designs, their origins difficult to decipher for those without a deep understanding of planar mechanics. 
    After strapping his spell book to his side with a thick belt, Elias exhaled, dusted himself off a tad and limped over to the other sorcerer. “Has the alchemist given the signal yet,” he inquired, his tone dry and indifferent now. Thin lips were pulled into a permanent frown, framed by a full beard that normally saw far more fastidious trimming than its current state. Piercing brown eyes scanned the horizon before them, darting erratically, as if catching unseen details laid out before them. He wore an unpleasantly ragged set of brown robes, untied at the waist, and over the ensemble a nobleman might have worn in the past. Now, though, the vest, dress shirt, slacks and boots were in a rather poor state, which might have explained why a magus such as him would lower himself to petty larceny. 
    Tea. Pah! Uskglass had been a final option for the disgraced noble, and though he held respect for the man’s knowledge and skill in the realms of the occult, he could not say the same for the scope of his plans. Elias aspired to a greater vision, and though he understood the alchemist was merely building up to grander ventures, it still irked him to no end that this was the fate that he was forced to endure.
    For now, anyway.
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    Akako Akari reacted to L E V I A T H A N in Crossing Blades at Sea: The Aligorian Tea Heist   
    "Good Morning." was uttered beneath his breath; the deep - and currently gravelly - voice sounded off to all of them as he flexed the reach of his projection as a mental exercise for the morning. Dark, churning pools that seemed to flicker with the occasional few embers scanned the area of the coast they were perched, as well as the horizon along the coast. It was different than the Northern biomes, for certain. Warmer.. humid; it was not distasteful, aside from what it did to his hair. 
     
    Saul dragged a hand through his tresses and rolled over to his gear. From it, he pulled all he would need to freshen up. He slept in his informal gear from the day before, finding it fresh enough in part by having avoided too much salt water. Among the outfit was a pair of shorts, good for maritime; a vertically-striped shirt, sleeves rolled and tucked into his shorts. A belt of chords held the shorts up from falling to his shoes, which, while fit for running and sailing, they were not fit to hold pants up. 
     
    As minutes passed, he did what he could to clean himself; teeth were brushed, hair was wrangled, then face and regions freshened. Once complete, he checked his equipment over and then fastened his baldrick over his shirt; tight enough for combat. The Ouread Lad stretched as he stood from putting his things away. Sun-Kissed flesh warmed under the light of the sun, with his body rippling in mild horripilation due to the early heat. 

    "Ready for the day.." He muttered, only for his stomach to prove him wrong and growl audibly. He grimaced, pulling shades from his shirt pocket.

     
     
     
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    Akako Akari reacted to Spooky Mittens in Crossing Blades at Sea: The Aligorian Tea Heist   
    Alastaire knew the task.  He couldn't quite remember what event had him roped into this fools errand, yet here he was resting atop a cliff side.  Under different circumstances he would probably be taking in the sights, painting a picture of the sea, or just lazily napping, but he had a job to do.
    The sorcerer had been awake for some time now, performing some kind of ritual over a set of carefully shaped stones.  There were seven in all, knapped flint knives in fact.  As Alastaire meditated over them, murmuring quietly into the air, he poured his will into the surroundings.  His mind sought for the eidos of these seven stone knives, carefully constructing a reality within his imagination and then altering it to fit his inner desires.  The static in the air around him condensed, crackling across his narrow horns and channeling into his limbs.  His eyes bolted open, white voids, and he withdrew a metal dagger from his belt, slashing across his left palm.
    As his blood spilled upon the flint knives laid out in front of him the magic of his bloodline took shape on their surface, forming a crust of red crystals.  After the seventh, his eyes returned to their usual crimson and the wound in his hand scabbed over with similar mineral growths.  If it was to be an air drop then he figured they would need some bombs.
    He stood, then, and gathered his new toys into a cloth that he tucked neatly beneath his right arm.  Alastaire was not a terribly tall man at five foot nine, but he was pretty muscular for a mage type.  Though he was human, you wouldn't know it just looking at him.  His physical body manifested his own eidos, and so like his distant draconic ancestors before him he grew several perks.  Two horns rose from the corners of his forehead, arching back over his scalp and recurving at the crown of his skull.  Each horn was black as midnight, standing out against his head of scarlet hair.  Two wings sprouted from his back, colored much akin to his noggin with black scales and red webbing.  His garb matched his natural coloration, though he notably didn't wear shoes.  Instead he had on a set of trapeze gaiters just to brace his ankles.
    Alastaire wasn't really one for talking, so once he was finished dusting himself off he wandered to the cliff's edge in order to get a better look.  Once Arthur gave the signal it was go time, and he wanted to be ready.  He checked his left hip to make sure his weapon was still there, a rather plain looking liuyedao.  His other weapon he didn't need to check for, as it was inside his head.
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    Akako Akari reacted to Voldemort in Crossing Blades at Sea: The Aligorian Tea Heist   
    Arthur rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes, pressing his back comfortably to the gunwale of his dinghy. It had been the third such morning since arriving at the wild stretch of coastline where they’d made their camp. However, this morning was undoubtedly different as it was when his contact in Casper had predicted that their target vessel would sail past where they planned to intercept, and the tension of the moment weighed on the black mage. The mutant steeled himself as he began his morning preparations, knowing that he was as ready as he’d ever be, and that he had surrounded himself with capable allies. Of course, it was also possible that the boat would be late, or that the merchant ship had passed them as they sailed down to their camp without any of them noticing. He hoped not or else the heist was a bust, and he would have to deal with impatient fences and companions who expected payment after their little excursion was over.
    Taking a deep breath and putting his thoughts aside, Arthur laid out various objects from his hygiene kit, leaning his mirror against the opposite gunwale and pulling off the tin lid of his shaving soap. The mutant dipped his bristle brush a few times in the warm water he collected in his brass scrying bowl, then swirled the brush over the surface of his shaving soap in rapid, circular motions. Slowly, he spread the foaming soap across his wolfish features, creating a beard of white suds across much of the black mage’s face. As he did so, his fiery eyes admired the white sands and green vegetation of the sand bar (just off the actual coastline) his portion of the party had selected as their amphibious staging area. The seventeen foot dinghy he’d purchased in Casper was beached on the side of the sandbar that faced Lagrimosa proper, using the tiny landmass and it’s tall beach grass to hide the vessel from passing ships. Meanwhile, his gaze turned to the tall beach grass which camouflaged a trio of tarp shelters. Two of which supplied sleeping areas for Arthur and the two companions that made up the amphibious assault portion of his plan, and a larger shelter that acted as an observation post. Then his eyes drifted back to the mainland, his sights soaring towards the peaks of hills and cliffs where the last two of their company laid in wait. An airborne assault that would certainly give Arthur and the others ample opportunity to board the merchant vessel.
    Arthur unfolded his straight razor, the steel shining silverishly under the light of Valucre’s sun before dipping the razor into the mage’s scrying bowl. Wet, the mutant applied the razor to his soapy flesh and began the slow process of shaving away his thick stubble. That morning, Arthur was dressed in a pair of boating shoes, black swim shorts, and same colored short-sleeved button-up with a golden sun flower print. The first couple of buttons were left undone, giving the mutant the appearance of an adventurous tourist. Which was just as well. Arthur preferred looking like he was on vacation as opposed to what he actually was now.
    A pirate. A thief of the sea.
    @Akako Akari @Damnatus @Spooky Mittens @L E V I A T H A N
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    Akako Akari reacted to Tyler in A Star is Born -- Club Tablillas [Hell's Gate]   
    Despite how tense the situation had become, Tynes found that he had plenty of time to reach the exit unimpeded. A pair of odd ladies exited just in front of him, having evidently gotten the same idea and deciding to split (though not before one of them nearly got herself killed by one of the heavily-armed beastwomen in the place). Tynes had stopped to observe what would happen out of a strangely elated and yet morbid curiosity, almost feeling... disappointed... that things didn't turn bloody.
    Regardless, he resumed his course toward the entrance, lingering a moment to glance back at the party, before stepping outside. All the while he continued to smile and softly laugh, though he didn't know what amused him so much. Then again, when you are one of the very few people in the room who actually can't detect the undetectable gas, you tend not know these sorts of things.
    In any case, Tynes left the building and immediately began to feel more clear-headed. He'd later suspect that there was some sort of drug in the drink, but he could never be sure. The one thing he was sure of was that this little escapade had been a mistake and a waste of his time, and he would be sure to be more selective about where he made public appearances in the future...
    (Exit Joseph Tynes)
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    Akako Akari reacted to Twitterpated in A Star is Born -- Club Tablillas [Hell's Gate]   
    “Xartia or Isabella must be special to lure such a busy beauty away from her exploits to this wonderful city.”
    On the surface he remained widely unchanged, a jovial expression as he genuinely began to enjoy himself. Deep down inside however, her words struck a chord. He longed to be special to her. Sure he was deigned a cut above the majority in her perception, though he wasn't necessarily special to her by his count. Not that she'd admit it either way. Though she would inevitably show it if it were to be true. Only a glimpse had he been afforded, and yet even without such he'd remain just as he was now. It was not lost unto Xartia either that Ilyana showed just the slightest desire to join them, or at least to move her body, rhythmically or otherwise.
    “Ilyana Sevryn. What is your relation to Lord Xartia or Ms. Marquez if I may ask? Always good to meet friends of friends in a world where connections are so valuable.”
    It was nigh obvious that there was some relation between the two, in the least that they were acquainted with one another. Depending on how much Ilyana already knew, then she would be aware of the large events that went not so silent over the last year or two at most. Akako's seat on the Scarlet Council, her being the original select for the Regency of Port Caelum. Her mysteriously vanishing the very night of her coronation. In the more recent months, her mysterious and sudden return; And her reclamation of the Port city, albeit without returning to her seat on the Council. Having been around the Keep since it's completion, the both of them served on the council for just about the same stretch of time. Technically Xartia was still upon said Council, though he knew well by now that such a title was empty these days. Regardless, Xartia was eager to hear how Akako might respond to Ilyana. Before he could experience such however, A tall, rather imposing figure approached the Yokai Queen from behind, a weapon in hand. Their linear path of travel and armed nature raised all sorts of red flags in his mind. While he knew there was a chance she was at risk here, he never imagined anyone would have such a direct approach with such an aggressive demeanor in mind. Did this wanker even know whom they were approaching?
    "Akako Akari, you -- So you do know..."
    He spoke to the gun toting, what was she wearing full regalia; A knight, as he easily maneuvered in tandem with his fluid movements closer towards the gun and effectively blocking it's path to the Dai Yokai. Stopping there and coming to stand erect at 5'9", the Cambion raised his arms, though his fists were open and his fingers spread quite naturally. Hosting his hands before his chest he waved them mildly without making much a fuss or a scene.
    "Are you one of those Peace Keepers? Surely you don't intend to use such a vile contraption on such an elegant creature. Whatever it is you need to say, you need not present yourself in such an aggressive manner. You can't be an assassin considering your willingness to speak in the first place."
    Whoever was beneath that helmet was undoubtedly of some sort of Draconic geneology. At first he thought perhaps one of Koji's mutated Orcs had managed to find them here, so far from home. Though even then the make of the gun was nothing like those of the Datsuzoku Dynasty. He was no expert on firearms, especially of the magitech variety, though from what he could feel about a myriad of energies, whatever the case, this weapon was charged and ready to fire. Part of him wanted to have swiftly moved to dispatch this being with extreme prejudice without a second thought or concern in the world, though he had bigger fish to fry. He wasn't sure how it hand't dawned on him sooner, though it seemed she felt similar to another within the venue, an aura that felt familiar to himself. There was no mistaking that Arashi Sato was near, somewhere just beyond this imposing figure. Perhaps this hulking menace was her big sister, half sister even. A cousin maybe?
    @Akako Akari @Dolor Aeternum @Metty @The Alexandrian
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    Akako Akari reacted to Voldemort in Of Salt Lamps and Sylvan Shadows (To Lose a Star)   
    They would certainly have to pace themselves if they planned on surviving the terrors of Yh'mi, much less complete the quest Iona had taken so daringly. If the dark land had proved more combative, Arthur surmised that it would either end with the pair of them dead, or returning back to Inns'th in search of more members to adequately tackle the malicious wasteland. However, if they managed to trek across the land unscathed, it was more than possible for the pair of sorcerers to succeed once they came across Aizus Flint with much of their energy reserves preserved for the final battle. The mage hoped for such a scenario, though it was doubtful whether it would be possible to reach Furthest Point without seeing battle, and even more doubtful that they would reach the forest under the same condition. In any case, such travels required quite a bit of fueling and the mage wasn't done with the evening's dinner. 
    "You should take your mission more seriously," Arthur commented nonchalantly as he reached into his market wallet and produced another bundle, though this one was quite a bit larger than the rest. The mutant peeled away the wax paper and sat the unfolded sheet on his cutting board with a large cut of faux-filet on top. "Flint is a wizard playing a dangerous game. With wicked intent, anyone could be a monster. But with powers like ours, that monstrousness is multiplied a hundredfold."
    The black mage had always been taught that such things were the responsibility of other mages, undoing that bad will mages like Flint generate by ending their rampages and dangerous experimentation. "I can't blame your excitement though," Arthur added as he poured dashes of salt and pepper to both sides of the steak before cutting away a chunk of the herd-infused butter and dumping it onto the hot stone he'd been cooking on. Using his fork, Arthur maneuvered the melting butter over a wide area which approximated the size of the steak itself. It created a flavorful bed on which the mutant laid his steak, the cut of beef immediately sizzling atop the impromptu stove top. "Yh'mi is a fun topic of study to say the least, so I'll do my best and watch your back."
    @Akako Akari
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    Akako Akari got a reaction from Trexasle in A Time For New Beginnings. A Time For New Love.   
    Her face scrunched up into a petulant sort of pout at his initial response. Somehow, she wished they had stayed in, or maybe gotten a sitter so they could have a moment together. Her wheels began to spin as she plotted making that happen before he left. There was no telling when he would be able to come back so Crystal needed to corner him. 
    "Okay, but we should try to keep this trip short. I am already ready to climb back into bed. I could use a significant quality time with my big spoon." Crystal looked at Leon unabashed and it seemed her previous moment was distress was forgotten. 
    Pulling Kyna up a bit in her carrier, Crystal reached to him with her left hand. Her fingers weaved through his with a practiced finesse that came from years of being together. Despite how off and on they were due to external circumstances, they both still managed to behave as if there was never a time they were without the other. Crystal always said they were soulmates and that was why it was so easy for them to pick up where they left off without too much of a hitch. Leon had argued that statement with him being from another planet and all, but Crystal, stubborn to a fault, would argue that souls can move across planetary systems. Somehow, the two of them were meant for each other and perhaps this wasn't the first time their souls had found one another. It was what she believed at least. 
    "I am thinking of calling Akako." It was a hint, a pretty sizable one at that, that she was ready to have the musician to herself. Last time he was in town the three of them spent every waking moment together leaving no time for the parents alone. While Crystal adored Kyna, she felt the same for the man at her side. Even so, she felt guilty even suggesting it. 
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    Crystal nodded. "You definitely do." Her statement was followed by a small smile. "You know...  Akako could probably use some sort of fox magic to change your appearance. I've seen her do some weird stuff like that before." 
    And it was true. 
    Akako had changed her colored multiple times over the years. When Crystal met Akako, she was typically sporting red hair and bright blue eyes, albeit a darker shade than hers. Then a year later Akako had black hair and red eyes. It was a curious thing. How and why she changed. Now, Akako was often in her truest appearance with the white, silver, and gold coloration. What was more interesting was the several times that Akako took on the appearance of others that she had touched or warped her appearance enough for close friends to not recognize her. 
    Her trip down memory lane was disrupted and Crystal tilted her head and regarded Rin with interest. The elemental wondered if she realized that there was no question that Akako wouldn't answer herself. Then again, maybe she was trying to ensure that whatever Akako already said was true. 
    "Honestly, I don't even know where to begin. I have known her most of my adult life. She saved me from my servitude from spider yokai when I was in my late teens. She raised me basically. Taught me how to fight, taught me about yokai physiology, introduced me to her entire leash." Crystal paused and glanced at Rin wondering if the term resonated to her and if Akako had explained what it meant. "You're part of that now, as am I." 
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    If she would have turned just a bit further, past her acquaintance Xartia and his many-tailed dancing partner, she would have Marcellus among the thickened crowd, nearly head and shoulder above those that danced around him. He was like a mountain at that moment-- silent, brooding, and ominous, the others thin-limbed trees swaying to the touch and rhythm of the wind at its feet. Yet even as the storm of his emotions brewed on still, all thunder and tempest winds, he moved with speed and grace. The knight couldn’t afford to let her wander off in search of other guests, for he could not risk a confrontation here. This required a careful, more surgical approach; he could only pray to the Dark Father that he possessed such a touch.
    “Ms. Marquez,” he called out from behind her, close enough that he needn’t raise his voice too high to be heard under the music. There was no weight to the name he spoke, for it was an empty identity, conjured on a capricious whim, and thus it lacked the power her true, shadow-given name. And yet it was venomous to him all the same, tasted of scorching acid and bitter poison, and he nearly spat on the floor to cleanse his palette. But he could not speak of her for who she once was, for the Irene he knew no longer existed as he’d known her. This woman was not the heiress of the noble house he’d sworn to protect centuries ago-- and yet, she was his queen, all the same.
    Such was the oath he’d taken.
    “My queen,” he spoke again, deciding that her title would be as good a compromise as he would find in so awful and awkward a situation. He looked at her then, vision no longer clouded by space and lights and dancing guests, and saw clearly now that he’d been right. It was her, but sadly, the confirmation brought about no relief – no sense of peace or filling for the depths of his pitted stomach. Instead, it was irritation that introduced itself to his demeanor, like that of a parent once again stumbling upon their child’s mess. “What have you done?” he asked, the inflection suggesting he sought no true answer at that moment. “What have you done?” he asked again, this time in a threatening hiss.
    For the first time in his immortal life, Marcellus dared reach out and touch his queen unbidden, arresting her by the wrist in a grip that was careful, but likewise firm and unrelenting. The warmth of her skin was startling, the quick, thumping of her pulse against the tips of his fingers more terrifying than he believed it would be. Yet he held on tight, unwilling to release her. He held her hand up between them, displaying the beautiful, lively skin of her of her slender fingers-- uncaring mutilation of what had once been truly perfect, in the knight’s eyes. “Look,” he demanded. “Look at this!” Marcellus stared for a moment longer in cold, morbid curiosity before pulling Irene along. Their destination wasn’t far, just the nearest corner where they might continue their conversation away from prying eyes and, more importantly, curious ears.
    The knight posed her between himself and the wall, finally releasing her from his grip. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” he barked, failing to dull the bite of his face. “Do you understand what manner of risk you’ve put our people at with… with this?” he gestured toward her with a frantic, disgusted wave of the hand. “If people find out that there is a virus that can turn us human… it will be the end of our kind as we know it. The council, they will never allow this to be. They can’t. They’ll kill you.” Marcellus began to pace, running both his large hands over the top of his head. “They’ll find you, just like I did… and they’ll kill you. They’ll kill us both, just to make sure I’m not sick. I’ve touched you… Damn it.” 
    Unless…
    “I have to turn you back,” he said decidedly, unintentionally flashing his short, tapered fangs with the statement. “This can’t be allowed to continue, Gab--” his words fell away, for it was foul and unnatural to call food by his queen’s name. “I’m going to change you back, and then we are going home.”
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    Oh... she brought her...
    Arthur thought to himself, his eyes glancing downwards to where the doll rested inside of Iona's bag. The black mage certainly wasn't one to talk, and even he understood the hypocrisy of his own thoughts, but he couldn't help but be disturbed by the witch's familiar. Its sense of attachment to its owner was creepy, though mostly because it was a creepy doll than anything else. That said, the mutant would have rather made his attempt at wooing the pink-haired witch without Tabitha staring, judging, and perhaps even interfering the whole time. He didn't like dolls at all.
    Damn you...
    "I doubt it," he finally replied, managing a grin as his fiery gaze returned to Iona before glancing up at the bouncers who were in the middle of an inspection. "I think they're only confiscating obvious weaponry. Tabitha is scary but not because they think you'll beat or stab someone to death with her." Smiling, Arthur extended his right arm to the witch, offering to escort her up the steps towards the entrance of the night club before cracking a joke, "How about this? If they try, I'll kick their asses."
    Chucking to himself, the black mage would wait for Iona to take his arm before proceeding up the steps towards the burly guards and attack dogs. Arthur fished inside his robes with his left arm, producing the personal invitation that the hostess had given him at the Feast of Blades. "Ms. Marquez is expecting me," Arthur remarked as he handed the invitation over, putting on airs more for Iona's sake than his own benefit. After a cursory examination that produced zero weapons. the mage stepped past the guards and lead Iona into the booming club. The place was utterly packed as he navigated the crowd, making his way towards an open space in front of the bar.
    Though the mutant didn't recognize a soul as of yet, there were two things that were clear to the mage. The first was an uncanny sense of tension that seemed to fill the room in a suffocating manner. From the ill intentions that Arthur was preternaturally picking up, to the guards openly carrying firearms. Not just concealed pistols but rather weapons of war. The second was the odd nature of the air content. Transmutation was the mage's main specialty within the arcane tapestry, and identifying the chymical composition of substances and objects were often as easy as touching or smelling. He didn't recognize the compound itself but he understood that it hung in the air in concentrations greater than many of the other gases that formed their atmosphere even whilst not being a common constituent. By then, however, the drug had taken its effect albeit limited in form. The alchemist had spent much of his life working with various reagents, and learning to drink and utilize noxious potions. Such practice had built up quite the resistance.
    Nevertheless, the mage's excited anxiety drifted away, replaced by a pleasant feeling that Arthur likened to a couple drags off a joint. Arthur grinned easily despite the uneasiness at the back of his mind, both sides of his lips curving upwards as he awaited service from the bartender.
    "Do you feel that? I'm pretty sure they're filtering something through the air vents," Arthur noted to his date, his wolfish eyes scanning the room. Specifically, his gaze darted from armed guard to armed guard, noticing their movements and inferring from his own military experience. "The guards with firearms look to be trying to surround someone. In the woods, they might go unseen but people holding rifles in a night club is impossible to miss."
    Damn... this might prove an even bigger distraction than Tabitha. If my night is ruined, I'm punching their boss' teeth out!
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    Watching the fluctuating crowd was entertainment enough for the witch that she didn't notice how long she stood there waiting for her companion to arrive. When he did, she offered a distracted smile to him before turning her head to glance at the bouncers at the door taking weapons. Her left hand reached reflexively to touch Tabitha's immaculate hair that contradicted the rest of her appearance. The porcelain doll was tucked into the same garment that Iona's research notebook dangled from. Concern wrinkled the witch's brow as she watched a pair of women have their daggers and pistols removed. 
    Looking back to Arthur, realizing he spoke to her, Iona looked at him dumbly for a moment. "Hmm?" Looking back to the door then back to him. "I suppose we should go in. You don't think they would take her... do you? She'd be upset if we were separated." 
    Iona remembered the last time they were parted and Tabitha spared nothing to find the spell caster again. If Iona didn't trust her, she would certainly be frightened of her. For the moment, the doll remained unanimated at her side, glassy eyes peering into nothing and everything all at once. 
     
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    Watching the fluctuating crowd was entertainment enough for the witch that she didn't notice how long she stood there waiting for her companion to arrive. When he did, she offered a distracted smile to him before turning her head to glance at the bouncers at the door taking weapons. Her left hand reached reflexively to touch Tabitha's immaculate hair that contradicted the rest of her appearance. The porcelain doll was tucked into the same garment that Iona's research notebook dangled from. Concern wrinkled the witch's brow as she watched a pair of women have their daggers and pistols removed. 
    Looking back to Arthur, realizing he spoke to her, Iona looked at him dumbly for a moment. "Hmm?" Looking back to the door then back to him. "I suppose we should go in. You don't think they would take her... do you? She'd be upset if we were separated." 
    Iona remembered the last time they were parted and Tabitha spared nothing to find the spell caster again. If Iona didn't trust her, she would certainly be frightened of her. For the moment, the doll remained unanimated at her side, glassy eyes peering into nothing and everything all at once. 
     
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    Watching the fluctuating crowd was entertainment enough for the witch that she didn't notice how long she stood there waiting for her companion to arrive. When he did, she offered a distracted smile to him before turning her head to glance at the bouncers at the door taking weapons. Her left hand reached reflexively to touch Tabitha's immaculate hair that contradicted the rest of her appearance. The porcelain doll was tucked into the same garment that Iona's research notebook dangled from. Concern wrinkled the witch's brow as she watched a pair of women have their daggers and pistols removed. 
    Looking back to Arthur, realizing he spoke to her, Iona looked at him dumbly for a moment. "Hmm?" Looking back to the door then back to him. "I suppose we should go in. You don't think they would take her... do you? She'd be upset if we were separated." 
    Iona remembered the last time they were parted and Tabitha spared nothing to find the spell caster again. If Iona didn't trust her, she would certainly be frightened of her. For the moment, the doll remained unanimated at her side, glassy eyes peering into nothing and everything all at once. 
     
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    Watching the fluctuating crowd was entertainment enough for the witch that she didn't notice how long she stood there waiting for her companion to arrive. When he did, she offered a distracted smile to him before turning her head to glance at the bouncers at the door taking weapons. Her left hand reached reflexively to touch Tabitha's immaculate hair that contradicted the rest of her appearance. The porcelain doll was tucked into the same garment that Iona's research notebook dangled from. Concern wrinkled the witch's brow as she watched a pair of women have their daggers and pistols removed. 
    Looking back to Arthur, realizing he spoke to her, Iona looked at him dumbly for a moment. "Hmm?" Looking back to the door then back to him. "I suppose we should go in. You don't think they would take her... do you? She'd be upset if we were separated." 
    Iona remembered the last time they were parted and Tabitha spared nothing to find the spell caster again. If Iona didn't trust her, she would certainly be frightened of her. For the moment, the doll remained unanimated at her side, glassy eyes peering into nothing and everything all at once. 
     
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    Watching the fluctuating crowd was entertainment enough for the witch that she didn't notice how long she stood there waiting for her companion to arrive. When he did, she offered a distracted smile to him before turning her head to glance at the bouncers at the door taking weapons. Her left hand reached reflexively to touch Tabitha's immaculate hair that contradicted the rest of her appearance. The porcelain doll was tucked into the same garment that Iona's research notebook dangled from. Concern wrinkled the witch's brow as she watched a pair of women have their daggers and pistols removed. 
    Looking back to Arthur, realizing he spoke to her, Iona looked at him dumbly for a moment. "Hmm?" Looking back to the door then back to him. "I suppose we should go in. You don't think they would take her... do you? She'd be upset if we were separated." 
    Iona remembered the last time they were parted and Tabitha spared nothing to find the spell caster again. If Iona didn't trust her, she would certainly be frightened of her. For the moment, the doll remained unanimated at her side, glassy eyes peering into nothing and everything all at once. 
     
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    The bartender was a comic. A single brow lifted and something akin to amusement twinkled in pools of warmed honey. "This One would like to see them try," the vixen said, her voice lowering in a conspiratorial tone. Her tails flicked this way while she observed the gentleman a moment longer before allowing Xartia to pull her attention away again once her wine glass was in hand. She gave the man a look before he left to serve others, a silent thank you.
    The Cambion didn't surprise her with his response. Of course, he didn't know. She refrained from rolling her eyes and simply brought her glass up to her lips while twisting in her seat so she wasn't fully facing the bar. Her gaze wandered and her ears turned this way and that listening to everything around her, picking up conversations clear across the room with no difficulty. Xartia was lucky that she was somewhat distracted or there was no doubt this conversation would have ended already. She scent of blood lust tickled her senses and she schooled her expression into an apathetic mask as she completely tuned the magician how as he asked his question. 
    There was another scent in the air, one that Akako wasn't pleased with. The Devil's voice cut through the crowd and he confirmed her suspicion. Foolishness. 
    With a click of her tongue, Akako shifted again, uncrossing her legs only to cross them again with the left over the right this time. Her gaze slowly returned to Xartia. With her attention split, her voice came, stern and unforgiving. "This One shouldn't have to enlighten you, Lord Pendragon." 
    The vixen came off of her perch then, taking her glass with her. She took another sip before continuing and venturing into the crowd, towards her would be enemies though she was looking elsewhere. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about the chemicals that she'd already breathed in and was continuing to do so. There was always the option of leaving, but it was abundantly clear, from what she'd heard, that whoever these people were, they would attempt to prevent that. This was clearly a planned party and it would be a shame to ruin it with unnecessary violence. 
    "He is your responsibility, not Captain Rebecca's, not mine. He is in Predator's Keep again and I've no jurisdiction there. I cannot send armies to stand beside him if needed."  
    Akako spoke as she navigated through throngs of people and writhing bodies that danced, her hips swaying as she moved like water among them. Despite herself, Akako felt elation and a need to dance amongst humans and beasts alike. It was nostalgic, this feeling. It reminded her of days by Leo's side, hosting events that would bring hordes of customers to partake in dancing and singing. The only difference was the venue and the type of music, but it felt so familiar. 
    "You are incredibly fortunate, Xartia," she breathed not explaining her meaning. 
    A low rumbling vibrated in the daiyokai's chest and upon her lips was a slight grin. Something had entertained the elder kitsune. She stopped her trek forward and allowed herself to be lured into the music. Her yoki fluctuated in the air, a purr against those closest to her. Tails swept against the floor, swaying as she moved with the beat. Her long lashes kissed her cheeks as she continued to listen to the world around her and allow the drug to do its work. With inhibitions removed, the demoness would be less likely to hold back in an altercation which could be a fatal error, if confronted. But, for now, she was docile. 
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    The stark contrast of Ilyana’s petite frame with the tall duo that were menacing to many onlookers and outright abominable to others tacitly displayed what many have already begun to surmise throughout Hell’s Gate. The Redeemer frequently kept monstrous company. Whether it was the imposing orc that frequently traveled with her, the infamous Heiress, or this weretiger that now saw it fit to mark her protectively one would be surprised to not find some sort of towering threat near her. She was used to monsters of all ilk, which was clear in how casual she seemed before these two who flaunted their aggression for all to see. Ilyana felt a sense of calm amidst all of this chaos which made it easy for Camelia to press forward and rub her cheek upon Ilyana as the Redeemer attempted to pierce her gaze toward Akako and Xartia through the throng. She caught glimpses but never had the advantage that Cae or Cammy had now. It all mattered little once the white weretiger started talking though.
    Cammy’s difference in inflection caught Ilyana’s attention immediately. The bubbly persona she had become accustomed to was obviously gone which only amplified the impact of the words that were to follow. She didn’t pretend to know much about kitsunes but from what was being explained to her she didn’t care to. The clear passion with which Akako was explained to her did not go unnoticed and the savagery that was exuded was pungent but Ilyana never thought any less of her friend then. All of it primed Ilyana for the question that followed.
    You're sickened by all this, aren't you, Ilyana?
    Camelia had struck a nerve, evinced by the serious expression that had her boring through the crowd toward Akako and Xartia briefly before she decided to slide her gaze toward Isabella and the others that now began to make their way over to the new human. The arguments presented caused the façade she had crafted to crumble then as Ilyana could be seen snarling before she responded.
    “I would endeavor to see justice manifest as I see fit for those who have caused many like us to suffer. The shackles of this government will not prevent us from ensuring these monsters pay for all of the pain they have inflicted.”
    Ilyana’s face softened as she caught herself, a small sigh escaping her throat before she continued. The Redeemer did not wish to let her emotions influence how she dealt with these turn of events. The vaporized Bliss that permeated through the venue stifled some of the anger though the secretive companion that covered much of her body at this point and wormed through her innards was working hard to mitigate its effects at this time.
    “If I were you Cammy, I would confront her and see if she can be redeemed at all. None of us are free of sin. Admittedly this is a poor venue to do this correctly, but when an opportunity arises we have to take it. Come with me. It may be wiser to attempt a conversation first before we opt for the brazen plans and backup plans our beloved Cae has at the ready.”
    Ilyana had noticed the detonator and also deciphered that Caeceila arriving in that hybrid form of hers was no fashion choice. Attempting to place an arm around Camelia’s much more muscular one to move toward Akako and Xartia, the Redeemer now finally regarded Stormbreaker who was yet another tall monstrosity.
    “I am Ilyana Sevryn. It is a pleasure but I assume you were here to talk to Lady Glasmann and she has decided to run off. Sorry if this seems a bit rude but Cammy and I have some other pressing issues to address as well so if you’ll excuse us.”
    Whether Cammy came with her arm in arm, brooded behind her, or decided not to come at all Ilyana would start her approach toward Akako. The path graciously allowed her to come close to where the devil and Isabella came together to assess the change in atmosphere for this party. Once she came close enough she attempted to assure her friend there was a modicum of control. Her stride was measured and the dress that clung to her petite frame seemed to ripple at times throughout her approach, reacting unbeknownst to many aside from possibly Cammy and Caeceila to the mounting tension all around her.
    “Birthday girl! I am going to go meet Xartia’s special friend over there and then hopefully we can share that drink after. Then maybe you can properly introduce me to your friends here later”
    Ilyana looked at Sarah first and smiled then shifted her gaze over to the devil where her smile noticeably lessened but she remained courteous. With how overt the Heiress was in her menacing gaze on Akako, the portent of violence would be hard to discard now but the Redeemer would not cower in the midst of devils, demons, and hybrid monsters. If these times that have fractured this continent were to have taught her anything, it was that one must perpetually strive to survive and she only silently hoped that Isabella and all who have decided to attend this party to support her ambition understood this as well.
    The thump of the base tapped at her chest and the music tried to urge her into removing inhibitions much like ‘This One’ but the resistance to it received a boon when Iolanda explained how everyone was being clandestinely drugged. She moved deceptively fast through the throng of gyrating partygoers to waste no time initiating conversation with the fox-like beauty.
    “Xartia or Isabella must be special to lure such a busy beauty away from her exploits to this wonderful city.”
    Ilyana smiled at Xartia then given the Magician decided to join in. Ilyana did not give in to the desire to join them in dance but you could see her fingers drumming along her exposed thigh as she continued. The inflections in her voice seemed amicable enough but it was never clear what lied behind the veil of this dialogue.
    “Ilyana Sevryn. What is your relation to Lord Xartia or Ms. Marquez if I may ask? Always good to meet friends of friends in a world where connections are so valuable.”
    Ilyana moved slightly closer to Xartia so that she could gaze upon Akako, blatantly glazing over the entirety of her form with that same smile she offered to the man next to her. She had already assumed that whatever had been said earlier up until now had caught Lady Akako’s ears but it wasn’t anything to care for unless she felt threatened which was something she highly doubted of her newest acquaintance.
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    The Cambion couldn't help but giggle when the bartender made his proclamation about what was Xartia's signature drink. In all his years, this was the first time any respective barkeep had attempt to tell him his drink order was inferior. His sparkling emerald gaze found his for the moment, for he was prepared to argue this point should the barkeep insist. Was this guy, heckling him as a customer? No, he seemed serious and sure enough.
    "We're not practicing onanism, we're mixing a martini. If you're too incompetent in your profession, then make it dirty. You only water it down by shaking it too much."
    With a wink he refreshed his Cheshire grin, though the man was far too busy to entertain Xartia any longer. Which was fine as he wished to give his attention to the matter at hand, and especially to the Daiyokai. Chemical's in the air, some questionable magitech floating around. He could see and feel the lot of it through the Great Aether. Curiously enough though, he had no idea what was actually going on. Only that whatever they were breathing in was something he doubted would kill him by itself, or Akako for that matter. Still, he hadn't seen either of the other two up close tonight; Caeceila and Cammy. Ilyana was so mysterious up until now, that Xartia still questioned her ambitions, and where exactly her loyalties lied; Though he assumed them to be with the presumed enemies. 
    Being at the bar, and Roen where he previously was by the point left Xartia to not notice he'd questioned him directly. For even if he had heard him, Xartia knew exactly whom Roen was and assumed that this knowledge was mutual. Then again, the last time Roen saw Xartia several months ago, he still had his demonic mutation to account for. What with all his alabaster skin and ivory horns. Sometimes he missed looking so wicked, though he'd argue that he was even more beautiful without said mutations. 
    "This One shouldn't have to enlighten you, Lord Pendragon. He is your responsibility, not Captain Rebecca's, not mine. He is in Predator's Keep again and I've no jurisdiction there. I cannot send armies to stand beside him if needed."
    "Lord Prendragon shouldn't have to remind This One, that the boy is only his responsibility indirectly. That the boy is his Mother's responsibility, and that the boy's father died that day when Lord Pendragon decided to appear to This One on that day."
    "You are incredibly fortunate, Xartia,"
    "Indeed."
    He wasn't sure what she meant precisely, or if her claim had more than one meaning behind it, though in any regard he likely agreed regardless. Expanded into the bigger picture, considering all he'd endured up until now, he was rather fortunate. The trials and tribulations brought upon him, typically by himself, would have him question such a notion. Though his ability to survive, bounce back, and over come has earned him the right to be called fortunate. He wasn't sure of how aware she was of the current on goings, though as they had traversed the crowds and he'd gotten himself a little more aware. He thought to tough base with her on their growing situation while he had the chance, though he found himself mesmerized by her movement as she began to sway in dance. Truth be told, he appreciated the sight much more outside, her bear feet tapping against the earth around a blazing fire.
    He regretted never having danced with her on that night, before things got out of their control thanks to a pair of pissed off teenagers. With a potentially similar demise was at hand, the Magician found no excuse not to include himself with her this time. With his own fluid grace, his body was taken by the tempo, he swayed in his own slightly more masculine form in the wake of her sillage, basking in it a he pursued her. He got and remained close, though not too close as to keep their intimacy a secret to the general public of course; But also to be certain his response times and actions weren't foiled by his nigh insatiable desires. Speaking low among the crowd and loud music, the Magician nearly whispered to her knowing full well she could hear him regardless.
    "This should be a good warm-up, I have a feeling the last dance is going to be a doozy."
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    The bartender was a comic. A single brow lifted and something akin to amusement twinkled in pools of warmed honey. "This One would like to see them try," the vixen said, her voice lowering in a conspiratorial tone. Her tails flicked this way while she observed the gentleman a moment longer before allowing Xartia to pull her attention away again once her wine glass was in hand. She gave the man a look before he left to serve others, a silent thank you.
    The Cambion didn't surprise her with his response. Of course, he didn't know. She refrained from rolling her eyes and simply brought her glass up to her lips while twisting in her seat so she wasn't fully facing the bar. Her gaze wandered and her ears turned this way and that listening to everything around her, picking up conversations clear across the room with no difficulty. Xartia was lucky that she was somewhat distracted or there was no doubt this conversation would have ended already. She scent of blood lust tickled her senses and she schooled her expression into an apathetic mask as she completely tuned the magician how as he asked his question. 
    There was another scent in the air, one that Akako wasn't pleased with. The Devil's voice cut through the crowd and he confirmed her suspicion. Foolishness. 
    With a click of her tongue, Akako shifted again, uncrossing her legs only to cross them again with the left over the right this time. Her gaze slowly returned to Xartia. With her attention split, her voice came, stern and unforgiving. "This One shouldn't have to enlighten you, Lord Pendragon." 
    The vixen came off of her perch then, taking her glass with her. She took another sip before continuing and venturing into the crowd, towards her would be enemies though she was looking elsewhere. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about the chemicals that she'd already breathed in and was continuing to do so. There was always the option of leaving, but it was abundantly clear, from what she'd heard, that whoever these people were, they would attempt to prevent that. This was clearly a planned party and it would be a shame to ruin it with unnecessary violence. 
    "He is your responsibility, not Captain Rebecca's, not mine. He is in Predator's Keep again and I've no jurisdiction there. I cannot send armies to stand beside him if needed."  
    Akako spoke as she navigated through throngs of people and writhing bodies that danced, her hips swaying as she moved like water among them. Despite herself, Akako felt elation and a need to dance amongst humans and beasts alike. It was nostalgic, this feeling. It reminded her of days by Leo's side, hosting events that would bring hordes of customers to partake in dancing and singing. The only difference was the venue and the type of music, but it felt so familiar. 
    "You are incredibly fortunate, Xartia," she breathed not explaining her meaning. 
    A low rumbling vibrated in the daiyokai's chest and upon her lips was a slight grin. Something had entertained the elder kitsune. She stopped her trek forward and allowed herself to be lured into the music. Her yoki fluctuated in the air, a purr against those closest to her. Tails swept against the floor, swaying as she moved with the beat. Her long lashes kissed her cheeks as she continued to listen to the world around her and allow the drug to do its work. With inhibitions removed, the demoness would be less likely to hold back in an altercation which could be a fatal error, if confronted. But, for now, she was docile. 
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    Akako Akari got a reaction from Tyler in A Star is Born -- Club Tablillas [Hell's Gate]   
    The bartender was a comic. A single brow lifted and something akin to amusement twinkled in pools of warmed honey. "This One would like to see them try," the vixen said, her voice lowering in a conspiratorial tone. Her tails flicked this way while she observed the gentleman a moment longer before allowing Xartia to pull her attention away again once her wine glass was in hand. She gave the man a look before he left to serve others, a silent thank you.
    The Cambion didn't surprise her with his response. Of course, he didn't know. She refrained from rolling her eyes and simply brought her glass up to her lips while twisting in her seat so she wasn't fully facing the bar. Her gaze wandered and her ears turned this way and that listening to everything around her, picking up conversations clear across the room with no difficulty. Xartia was lucky that she was somewhat distracted or there was no doubt this conversation would have ended already. She scent of blood lust tickled her senses and she schooled her expression into an apathetic mask as she completely tuned the magician how as he asked his question. 
    There was another scent in the air, one that Akako wasn't pleased with. The Devil's voice cut through the crowd and he confirmed her suspicion. Foolishness. 
    With a click of her tongue, Akako shifted again, uncrossing her legs only to cross them again with the left over the right this time. Her gaze slowly returned to Xartia. With her attention split, her voice came, stern and unforgiving. "This One shouldn't have to enlighten you, Lord Pendragon." 
    The vixen came off of her perch then, taking her glass with her. She took another sip before continuing and venturing into the crowd, towards her would be enemies though she was looking elsewhere. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about the chemicals that she'd already breathed in and was continuing to do so. There was always the option of leaving, but it was abundantly clear, from what she'd heard, that whoever these people were, they would attempt to prevent that. This was clearly a planned party and it would be a shame to ruin it with unnecessary violence. 
    "He is your responsibility, not Captain Rebecca's, not mine. He is in Predator's Keep again and I've no jurisdiction there. I cannot send armies to stand beside him if needed."  
    Akako spoke as she navigated through throngs of people and writhing bodies that danced, her hips swaying as she moved like water among them. Despite herself, Akako felt elation and a need to dance amongst humans and beasts alike. It was nostalgic, this feeling. It reminded her of days by Leo's side, hosting events that would bring hordes of customers to partake in dancing and singing. The only difference was the venue and the type of music, but it felt so familiar. 
    "You are incredibly fortunate, Xartia," she breathed not explaining her meaning. 
    A low rumbling vibrated in the daiyokai's chest and upon her lips was a slight grin. Something had entertained the elder kitsune. She stopped her trek forward and allowed herself to be lured into the music. Her yoki fluctuated in the air, a purr against those closest to her. Tails swept against the floor, swaying as she moved with the beat. Her long lashes kissed her cheeks as she continued to listen to the world around her and allow the drug to do its work. With inhibitions removed, the demoness would be less likely to hold back in an altercation which could be a fatal error, if confronted. But, for now, she was docile. 
    @Twitterpated @Pasion Pasiva @The Alexandrian
     
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    Akako Akari got a reaction from Pasion Pasiva in A Star is Born -- Club Tablillas [Hell's Gate]   
    The bartender was a comic. A single brow lifted and something akin to amusement twinkled in pools of warmed honey. "This One would like to see them try," the vixen said, her voice lowering in a conspiratorial tone. Her tails flicked this way while she observed the gentleman a moment longer before allowing Xartia to pull her attention away again once her wine glass was in hand. She gave the man a look before he left to serve others, a silent thank you.
    The Cambion didn't surprise her with his response. Of course, he didn't know. She refrained from rolling her eyes and simply brought her glass up to her lips while twisting in her seat so she wasn't fully facing the bar. Her gaze wandered and her ears turned this way and that listening to everything around her, picking up conversations clear across the room with no difficulty. Xartia was lucky that she was somewhat distracted or there was no doubt this conversation would have ended already. She scent of blood lust tickled her senses and she schooled her expression into an apathetic mask as she completely tuned the magician how as he asked his question. 
    There was another scent in the air, one that Akako wasn't pleased with. The Devil's voice cut through the crowd and he confirmed her suspicion. Foolishness. 
    With a click of her tongue, Akako shifted again, uncrossing her legs only to cross them again with the left over the right this time. Her gaze slowly returned to Xartia. With her attention split, her voice came, stern and unforgiving. "This One shouldn't have to enlighten you, Lord Pendragon." 
    The vixen came off of her perch then, taking her glass with her. She took another sip before continuing and venturing into the crowd, towards her would be enemies though she was looking elsewhere. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about the chemicals that she'd already breathed in and was continuing to do so. There was always the option of leaving, but it was abundantly clear, from what she'd heard, that whoever these people were, they would attempt to prevent that. This was clearly a planned party and it would be a shame to ruin it with unnecessary violence. 
    "He is your responsibility, not Captain Rebecca's, not mine. He is in Predator's Keep again and I've no jurisdiction there. I cannot send armies to stand beside him if needed."  
    Akako spoke as she navigated through throngs of people and writhing bodies that danced, her hips swaying as she moved like water among them. Despite herself, Akako felt elation and a need to dance amongst humans and beasts alike. It was nostalgic, this feeling. It reminded her of days by Leo's side, hosting events that would bring hordes of customers to partake in dancing and singing. The only difference was the venue and the type of music, but it felt so familiar. 
    "You are incredibly fortunate, Xartia," she breathed not explaining her meaning. 
    A low rumbling vibrated in the daiyokai's chest and upon her lips was a slight grin. Something had entertained the elder kitsune. She stopped her trek forward and allowed herself to be lured into the music. Her yoki fluctuated in the air, a purr against those closest to her. Tails swept against the floor, swaying as she moved with the beat. Her long lashes kissed her cheeks as she continued to listen to the world around her and allow the drug to do its work. With inhibitions removed, the demoness would be less likely to hold back in an altercation which could be a fatal error, if confronted. But, for now, she was docile. 
    @Twitterpated @Pasion Pasiva @The Alexandrian
     
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