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  1. Moonbay

    Wild at Heart

    Christopher would not speak over anyone should they respond to John's question, however, if he got there first, or, if there was an appropriate space of silence for him to seize, he would take it to inform John that he would like to apply to be a Troubleshooter. Might as well get some coin for killing, though, it would likely not be like the beautiful slow artistry of his usual work, where he could spend hours examining and taking apart the organism, laying pieces down on a tray or pinning them like butterfly's wings to a board, really savoring the process over the result. It was shocking, he thought, how long an individual can stay alive while missing various parts of their person. Truly fascinating to see the effect removing a small segment of brain tissue can have on the body as a whole. It's less fun when his experiments 'short circuit' before he even really gets chance to warm up. It became an obvious case of trial and error. Shuffling slightly to the left as to not rudely obscure the view of the latest arrival, Chris didn't turn to look at him, but he was keenly aware he was there. Waiting for any follow-up questions on his motives or qualifications and capability for being a Troubleshooter for their organisation, Chris stuffed his hands in the front pockets of his trousers casually, but he hoped not rudely. The movement caused the three heads of the flail in his back pocket to bump against him, causing him slight concern that the person behind him might try and reach for it, but that was likely all part of a brief moment of paranoia, certainly it wouldn't do the man any good in terms of making a great first impression being that impulsive and lacking in self restraint concerning his violent tendencies. Chris wondered what he might be here to apply for, but figured he wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
  2. I've been looking for an excuse to use Nico, however, I'm not sure she would have a direct interest in your ability, at least... in the way most would. She's... not all there, so I was wondering if maybe she could just tag along for a thread you start with someone and just generally get in the way and/or cause problems. It's also kind of a way of testing her out I guess.
  3. Moonbay

    The Shell of Great Sins

    Head tilting back slightly, Maryanne closed her eyes and glided her lips into an easy smile. While enjoying their little show, she was not oblivious to the growing attention from both inside and outside of the building, but until she felt the need to act she would stay quite comfortably put on Alistairs' lap. Setting down her glass she reached for the side of his face, gently running her index finger down his cool, marble-like skin. "While the wine is truly a delight," she lied, "I can think of something else I'd much rather... devour." Her voice lowered into a huskier tone as she dragged out the last word, still somehow sounding like silk and honey. In the following seconds after, Alistair may notice the smell of jasmine and moonflower increase, not to a smothering degree, just... noticeably. The smell could even waft subtly to a few surrounding tables within a close enough proximity, but too soon she was distracted from her play. Angling her head to glance at the man in white who had prowled after Tatia to the dance floor, pearly whites on show to dazzle, she raised an inquiring eyebrow that may encourage Alistair to follow her gaze, presuming her own little game hadn't left such an overwhelmingly profound effect on him, which she doubted, not wanting to be overly-confident. Sure that whatever was going on there wasn't going to spontaneously combust into a new level of hell and chaos, Maryanne allowed her attention to be snagged by the chattering of the passing guards. She wasn't too surprised to learn of the spreading gossip, not with flapping gums in the city like those of the policemen, but she did cast a glance Damien's way, still unsure how she felt about him and his often juvenile behavior and gravely hoping this didn't spark more trouble for them, less she display her displeasure in a less than composed and ladylike manner. Reaching out to Alistair via non-verbal communication, she would pose to him, Do you think we should see what our darling Doctor has gotten up to? I fear she may be a little... out of sorts.
  4. Moonbay

    Wild at Heart

    Moving his thumbs to press down on the fingers of their respective hands like piano keys, each, in turn, cracked in unison to its partner set. Rolling his shoulders released another bout of popping, finished with a final stretch and domino-like effect of crackling down his spine. Picking up and swallowing the last of his whiskey, Chris let out a sigh of appreciation as a wet-lipped grin spread across his features. Looking at the others with not much worry for his own safety, his eyes did catch on the lovely Eliza. Now, he could appreciate her beauty and was curious about what she was bringing to the table of such an establishment as this, but Christopher Cordette was no ordinary gentleman - those who enjoy primarily perverted indulgence. His thrill was of a different origin, one quite different and yet similar-serving to him. As the alcohol burned heat through his core, he allowed himself a brief moment to think back on his latest work. A girl, maybe around twenty-three, with her blonde hair and rosy cheeks that peeled back to reveal her wondrous layers of fat and muscle. It had been a truly joyous experiment, pulling on tendons to see what moved in response, like a macabre puppet show, just for him. Or when he popped those caramel-brown eyes from their sockets and felt the bumps and vessels of the tissue left trailing behind it as he pinched it between his fingers, ever-so-gently. Though his thoughts had shifted to such a topic, his external appearance was still just as happy and normal as it had been from the start. Moving into the office Chris hoped he wasn't being too forward in moving to shake John's hand, should nothing or no one stop him he would proceed without hesitation, his smile turning toothy but still friendly. "Christopher, It's very nice to meet you, sir." He wasn't even sure if that was the correct title, but he had little concern for embarrassing himself, it usually didn't affect him in the slightest what others thought - unless he was asking them questions about how they felt during his little experiments/dismantlings. Then he was more than open to feedback and opinion. Taking his hand back, if it was indeed met with a shake, he would wonder how John and the others would react if they knew exactly what they were dealing with.
  5. Moonbay

    Crime DOES pay (And has a great health plan)

    Sorry! I've been quite sick. My apologies for any inconvenience.
  6. Moonbay

    The Shell of Great Sins

    "Mavro Pouli," Maryanne purred the name, "A pleasure to meet you, and while Goddess is a tempting title, others call me Maryanne." The game they were playing and the effect it was having on those around them had her smiling with genuine joy. With heavy-lidded eyes Mary watched as Alistair signaled over to the server and ordered them some wine. "Wine sounds simply... delightful." She dragged out the last word to add intended emphasis, her lips clearly and slowly articulating the word, the gloss of her lips catching what little light reached them from the front stage. Once the wine was placed before them, she would wait to see if he went to pour them a glass, and if not, would reach to do it herself. Bringing the glass to her nose and gently sloshing the wine, she would inhale as if it made any difference to her, before tilting the glass and taking a generous sip. Locking eyes with Alistair, Maryanne would not break that eye contact as she lowered the glass from her lips. Nor when she silently slid from her chair, hips swaying as she prowled her way over to him, deliberately slow. Walking behind his chair Mary brought her face close to his neck, opening her mouth to reveal her tapered fangs, as if she might begin to feast on him then and there, wine coated lips dragging into a grin as she straightened again. Instead, she would slide gracefully into his lap, wrapping an arm around the back of him, should he make no move to stop her. Drinking from the glass once more, this time she allowed a drop of wine to slide from the corner of her lips, leaving a blood-like trail as it slid to the point of her chin. She was having fun.
  7. Moonbay

    Wild at Heart

    Heavy boots kicked up tiny rocks and clouds of dust as he made his way leisurely to his interview, a scalpel flitting at an impressive speed around his fingers as he walked, Chris did not so much as glancing at the very sharp and dangerous blade as it spun. The three-headed flail protruding from his back pocket and looping securely behind his belt would also do little to put the public at ease should they glance his way, clearly armed and intimidating in stature, he was sure to turn some heads. He could afford to stroll jauntily along as he was sure he was on time, more or less. As he neared his destination, he would slip the scalpel back into its place on his person safely with the others, the serrated blade strapped to his ankle also kept out of sight, leaving the flail as the only weapon blatantly on show - bar himself. Cracking his fingers one after the other in a wave of popping motion, he rolled his shoulders free of their stiffness, stopping outside the door of what he was mostly sure was the right place. Chris waited to be shown to where he was expected to wait, and, when asked, requested a glass of whiskey.
  8. Moonbay

    Crime DOES pay (And has a great health plan)

    Christopher Cordette The potential Troubleshooter.
  9. Moonbay

    The Shell of Great Sins

    To Maryanne this was all becoming dreadfully dull. Were she a human she had no doubt that she would be fidgeting in her chair, sighing pointedly, and tapping her foot with growing impatience. However, Maryanne was not, nor ever would be again, human, and so she remained statuesque and poised as the show marched on. Mary began to find she was drifting into her own thoughts, daydreaming of far more interesting things. Then, she felt him. Like a cat brushing up against her senses, she was aware of his arrival almost as soon as he entered the room. What she did not expect, however, was for him to look so... muted. Preventing any hint of surprise from morphing her features, her lips glided effortlessly into an unabashed, sultry smile. At his request to join her, she took a moment to glance around. As expected, where her eyes scanned, heads quickly turned and eyes were swift to jump away from the pair like skittish mice. Mary knew they would still try, and fail, to discreetly pay attention to the events transpiring. Gesturing to the vacant seat in a receptive show of permission, Maryanne wondered what the crowd thought of the apparent difference in power, and was almost temped to pry into their thoughts on the matter. Perhaps it would give a few of them the courage to do something foolish and overstep their social ranking. Secretly she hoped this to be the case, the show had toppled over from dull territory to down-right tedious. Alistair arrived just in time to prevent her from conducting her own show - a puppet show with real-dead vampire puppets! Should he accept the seat as she expected him to, Mary would wait until he had settled before speaking, propping a pale hand under her chin as she leaned in with apparent intrigue. Blinking long, dark lashes purposely slow as her contribution to their little spectacle, her attention clearly caught on him. "So full of flattery. Surely I must be dreaming?" Taking an unnecessary sip of water, she felt the liquid sink unpleasantly into her stomach like a stone, her expression, however, did not falter or change. Setting the glass down silently, a sheen of water now coated her lips, making the dark pomegranate-coloured lipstick appear almost like a slash of fresh blood. Enticing in more ways than one in a room teeming with vampires. Perhaps she should be more concerned with what became of Master Leinhart, who was sure taking his sweet time... but Alistair gave her hope that she may be spared from the consuming boredom that was bred from the long wait of Leinhart's return.
  10. Moonbay

    Chateau De Choisel | ENTER AT RISK

    Slowly moving over to Quin, Maryanne lowered herself down to kneel beside her, making no sudden or threatening movements in an attempt to put her at as much ease as one could be in in a room full of vampires. "May I?" Gesturing to her bleeding arm, if Quin did not protest or move away, she would brush her hand aside to apply a firm yet gentle pressure to the cut. "Now what I'm about to do is going to be extremely painful, but it should remove any remaining poison from your system so it doesn't spread. You'll likely need something to bite down on as to not sever that pretty little tongue of yours." Offering a gentle smile contrasting her serious words, Mary waited for her response. Should she decide to accept her help, Mary would nod and remove the cloth covering her wrist. Quickly moving her hand to hover over the wound, she used her control over water to ensure no more blood could spill free and go to waste. Blood built up to form a medium-sized bubble on her wrist, but it did not break or leak, the blood swirling around like a mystics crystal ball. Hesitating, she realized something that would help put the doctor through a lot less discomfort, Maryanne moved her free hand to cup the doctor's chin, cool fingers curling underneath to raise her head slightly. Hopefully catching and holding the doctor's eyes with her own, she would attempt to breach into the doctor's mind, assuming it to be a fairly easy task, and one the doctor wouldn't even realize was happening. Without prying into her personal memories, Mary would try to drag to the surface calming and happy thoughts to keep her distracted, while also tampering with how her brain was about to receive a large alert from her pain receptors, hopefully lessening the pain by at least half. If all was successful, Mary would drawback her hand from under Quin's chin, all the while maintaining that eye contact, and place her now-free hand over Quin's upper arm. Dragging her hand up and down in a constant pull, she would repeat this over and over, moving the blood in her arm like the tide. As new blood filled and exited the crimson bubble, Maryanne looked down at the doctor's wrist, confident her mental influence would hold, she watched and waited until the cycling blood showed signs of the unpleasant poison. When she detected the change in colour and off-scent of the infected blood, she would use her stationary hand to separate the good from the bad, dark streams of poison twisting free from the bubble like mini cyclones. Mary didn't stop doing this until she was sure the bloodstream was clear. Lowering her hovering hand until the blood bubble slipped back into her wrist, Maryanne held the blood inside while she reached for something to stitch the wound. Once done, Mary would meet the doctor's gaze again, withdrawing her influence and snapping her out of whatever state she was in now that the worst was done with. Putting a hand on Quin's back, she expected the doctor to be mildly dizzy and disorientated. Once recovered, however, Mary would extend a hand to help her to her feet, ready to support her should she begin to sway or collapse.
  11. Moonbay

    The Shell of Great Sins

    Dragging a painted nail along the surface of the table, Maryanne lifted her glass to her lips and took a small sip as she observed the performance. While her eyes did not stray from the stage, she was keenly aware of what was happening around her, as she was sure the others were too. Making no move to follow as Leinhart as he and May departed, she finally dragged her gaze to the others seated at the table with her. Noticing her nail had begun to gouge a line in the table, she stilled her hand and instead leaned back in her chair, wondering when Alistair would grace them with his presence. To pass the time Mary used her affinity for water to raise a blob of liquid up from her cup and shaped them into two figures holding close to one another as they danced to the music. She had them glide across the table, millimeters from the surface. They looped the perimeter of the table until they once more hovered over her glass. They spun around and around and around until finally, the lady figure positioned a blade behind the man's back, driving it through his tender flesh. Water sprayed and dripped from the wound as the figure crumbled and slipped back into the cup, fading into the remaining quarter of her drink. The female laughed as she plunged the blade into her own heart and sank down to join her in the finale to Maryanne's own macabre performance.
  12. Moonbay

    Chateau De Choisel | ENTER AT RISK

    Finishing the last page of the book she'd started devouring earlier in the day, Maryanne set it aside and stood from the plush and comfy chair. Smoothing the dark and glittering fabric of her silken dress, she extended her arms above her head to stretch in order to release the tension that had settled into her muscles during all those hours reading. Swaying over to the window, she pushed it open, pausing when the scent of blood was carried to her on the wind. Mary sighed. The smell of the doctor's blood was becoming more and more familiar to her now. You'd think she'd try to be extra careful not to injure herself so much considering the circumstances. This time curiosity won out and she pulled the window closed before exiting into the hallway. Sweeping her way gracefully towards the courtyard, the glinting dress caused her no issues despite fanning out around the floor in a circle around her feet. The cool black gems shaped into a tear-like fashion swayed and brushed against her neck as she descended down the stairs. Once out into the courtyard the smell of blood grew stronger, reminding her that she should probably eat soon. Her slight hunger, however, didn't mean she'd be quick to try and sink her teeth into the doctor, she actually found little interest in the mortal in terms of feeding. Pushing her way inside of the clinic, she soon discovered that Alistair had a little more than an interest. Maryanne waited patiently for him to finish, fairly sure she would intervene should the girl start to shrivel like a prune. After a few more moments she decided to reach out to Alistair while he gorged himself. Having fun, are we? Are you supposed to be doing that? Not that it matters to me, but it might matter to you if Him of Crows throws an infamous and destructive tantrum.
  13. Moonbay

    Shell of The Great Sins (Tia)

    Thank you ☺️ Not sure how to go about making a sudden appearance, though.
  14. Moonbay

    Shell of The Great Sins (Tia)

    Thank you, and of course. So, where would I be put in the posting order?
  15. Moonbay

    Shell of The Great Sins (Tia)

    Sorry for my absence, I understand if it's now too late for me to join in on the Tia thread. You know how life is... 😅
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