Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: Merveilleux

as written by glmstr

"Well that's good to hear, I was starting to get nervous you two didn't like me," Aurelie smiled and continued to dance with him, no longer trying to cop a feel or sneak in a kiss. "I guess I'll hold off the flirty stuff for your brother, then," the vampire giggled and gently rested her head on Valére's shoulder for a few moments.
 
as written by Emperor Jester

It wouldn't escape the vampire's attention how Elisabeth remained perched high on his leg while Rei all but begged to be taken into an alley, and he'd almost purr in reaction to the young proselyte's actions, tightening his grip on her waist. "Well I'm sorry about that I suppose. I think it was a nice was to separate all the hostility, while making everyone far more comfortable." Nox would give each girl a delicate squeeze, protests or not, before reclining further into the couch.

"As for where I'm from, thats really simple. I've lived in Lutetia for years now, for most of my life now I think. I retired early after my parents died. They were nice enough to leave me a decently large trust fund though. Good of them. Thank them every day for it."
 
as written by Krysis

Pierette gave a wicked smile while Jimmy looked at Malcolm and that man's companions. It kind of smarted that the kid wanted the other girls more than herself, but she was getting used to it. It seemed like all the boys she was attracted to wanted younger girls. She started mixing him another drink as she watched Malcolm, Rei and Elisabeth thoughtfully, then she gave a startled laugh.

"Oh, Legs, I think you would be very unhappily surprised. The skinny chick isn't even a chick. Look at that Adam's apple. And 'she' really shouldn't wear shorts that tight in a sexually charged atmosphere. Gray tape can only do so much." Pierette grinned at the thought of what would happen if the male in white found out. She delighted in the misfortune impending.

"Busty babe there is the real deal, but look at how coy she is even with the rich man. I don't think she wants to get naked and sweaty tonight. It is all just a tease. Or she really doesn't like competition."
 
as written by Faithy

“Wait, what? Rei’s a dude?” Jimmy blinked at Pierette before his gaze drifted back towards Rei, studying the different parts of her body or … his body closely. After a few minutes, he shifted his attention back towards Pierette and gratefully took the newly mixed concoction, tossing it down his gullet quickly. The serum that he had taken earlier, the one from Aaro, was obviously no longer functioning as it was supposed to and he was becoming more boisterous and blunt, which was not a good thing for anyone near him.

“HEY! REI! Pierette said…” Jimmy paused and slid to his feet, stumbling over to where Malcolm, Rei, and Elisabeth happened to be.

“Anyways, like I was saying, Rei, Pierette just said you were a DUDE! A dude! Is that true? Did you know that, Mouthwash?” His finger pointed at Malcolm, making it clear that he was calling him Mouthwash.

“Oh! And fuckface, Elisabeth was conversating with me first!” Jimmy felt his fist clenching and without really registering what his drunken and drugged body was about to do, the Proselyte stepped forward and let his fist fly right at Malcolm’s face while grabbing at Elisabeth with his other hand.
 
as written by duramon

Rei was just getting relaxed when the idiot train rolled into the station. If only real transport ran this frequently. If looks could kill, everyone in that room would have been long dead as collateral when Jimmy began his rant. Her fingers were braced together so tightly they might break, oh so close to clicking and burying the drunk in knives, but she had to be calm, if she let her anger take her now she had no chance as a Paladin. So she waited for him to get closer, not saying anything and just ignoring him, playing with Malcolm's suit affectionately while keeping an eye on the boy.

As expected he swung for Malcolm, and well aware the monster could kill him without blinking, she intervened. She clicked her fingers as her arm swung forward, grabbing the drunk by the wrist as a knife ejected from her leg, a piece that would aim hilt first for his ribs to wind him, if all went well he might leave with a few broken bones instead of as a corpse. Rei brought up her metal arm in a palm thrust, aiming neatly for his elbow while her other arm attempted to pull his arm down, a technique for entrapping and breaking the opponents arm at the elbow to neutralize an attack. Maybe it wasn't the most suitable reaction for a lady to batter a drunkard at a party, but he'd decided to attack a precious part of her, and even more incredibly, swung at the monster whom even as a regular man, was out of their league.

She held back a taunt to herself, aware that Jimmy would likely swing again even if she succeeded in breaking his arm, there was no need to make herself anything other than a self-defending victim along with her fellow party crasher Malcolm. Things were already too complex and the party aura was almost beyond saving just as it had calmed down again.
 
as written by Script

Seeing what Jimmy was about to do, Arien's eyes widened and he darted forwards from where he was standing. He hadn't expected the proselyte to actually end up lashing out, however, and so he was just moments too late to prevent what was undoubtedly going to be a disaster.

Élisabeth half-jumped, half-fell off of Nox's lap, flinching away from Jimmy's punch and grab attempt. She managed to catch herself before she tripped over Nox's leg and stumbled a few paces backwards with an indignant exclamation.

"Stop it!" For the first time of the night, Arien's cool broke and a hint of his anger spilled into his voice. Moments after Rei's attempted arm-break, his hand would fall on Jimmy's shoulder and pull the proselyte back away from Nox with surprising strength.

Once more, he interposed himself between the Caer and Jimmy. "That's enough," he went on, his voice gone from heated anger to cold. "No more violence."

____

As conflict reached a peak amongst the others, those on the dance floor remained oblivious. Inarin's pulse was racing, as he was subjected to an unstoppable tide of unfamiliar sensations. It was like being on fire, but in a good way. Sweat was beading on his brow.

He felt as though he'd well and truly lost control. Part of him didn't care, but another part of him was screaming.

It was all too much. The clear space on the dance floor seemed to have evaporated, the writhing mass of people now all too close for comfort. Each pulse of the music shook him to the core, blaring in his ears to block out everything else. It was all blurring together.

"Al..." he started to say, but it was swallowed by the music, and it seemed that the twins were set to switch things up again.

The song was changing once more, and the twins maneuvered their partners so that Aurelie and Inarin were both between them. After a brief moment of eye contact, they grinned and shoved, pushing them toward each other.

"Swap partners again!" they both called, swinging around to come together themselves.

"Time for the main event," Alveré murmured into Valère's ear.

As the music played on, the two fell into the music with gusto and passion, their hands and lips wandering far more freely than they had with the others as they blocked out the rest of the world.

It escaped their notice, then, that Inarin faltered at the end of the shove that placed him beside Aurelie. It would be immediately obvious to her that something was wrong. His breathing was coming fast and short, and he clutched at himself with trembling fingers. Every pulse of the beat seemed to make him flinch, and his legs were on the verge of giving out beneath him. His eyes were open and flicking around with panic, the crowd around them blurring into an indistinct mass of motion.

"N-n-n... need air..." he stammered, though in all likelihood the words would go unheard against the noise of the crowd and the music. It would have been hard enough to understand him through the hyperventilating without it.

Not now. Not now. Oh Selene please not now.
 
as written by glmstr

Oh fuck, what's going on? Aurelie noticed Inarin seemed to be seizing up, and that he was struggling to speak or really breathe. She wrapped one arm around his back and pulled him along the dance floor, shoving other party-goers out of the way in her mad dash to get the proselyte out of the door.

"Out of the way! Coming through!" She stiff-armed and pushed at least a dozen people out of the way, numerous drinks behind her being spilled by unwary bystanders as she clutched the boy and dragged him away from the dance floor.

"Excuse me, please, my friend can't breathe!" The vampire bowled over the bouncer at the door, raising her hand briefly as a gesture of apology as she sat him down on the curb. The much colder outside temperature and the sudden disappearance of the constant sources of stimulation would hopefully help slow down his body and keep him alive.

She wrapped her cape/coat around his shoulders and spoke slowly into his ear, trying to keep him from going into shock,
"Inarin, please breathe, slow down, you're outside now. You'll be fine..."
 
as written by Emperor Jester

Nox had begun to rise from his seat the moment Rei had, though the stumbling Elisabeth had impeded his movement somewhat. He'd actually almost been hit, if it hadn't been for the quick movements of the proselyte who seconds before had coyly occupied his lap. Even as Arien tried to diffuse the situation, Nox only had eyes for the young man who had so stupidly, or bravely, tried to end his own life. However, judging by his fellow undeads tone, he had just about had enough.

"I never intended for any violence to occur, my friend." The Caer's voice was warm, almost hot, a dimer smile stretched across his thin lips as he gingerly placed a hand on Rei's shoulder, channeling a wave of calming, warm energies into the "girl's" body, turning to Elisabeth at the same time. "Are the two of you alright? Did you hurt yourself, either of you?" This time when his eyes danced over both of their bodies, he completely dispelled any and all notions of lust behind his eyes, putting on the perfect guise of concern and worry.

"Perhaps it would be better if I left. Despite my best efforts, it seems all I did was cause trouble." The giants voice seemed strained or hurt, and he began to pull on his coat.
 
as written by Script

Inarin allowed Aurelie to tug him along without resistance, though his breathing and heart rate continued to come fast. The cold of outside hit him like a slap to the face, but even after he was sat down, his trembling continued.

"N... not..." he stammered, "It's ... n... just ..." It was clear that whatever Inarin was trying to say, getting a coherent sentence out was beyond him. He gave up, and focused on trying desperately to steady his breathing, to little avail. Even with the heat gone, he was still sweating.

It was then that footsteps sounded on the street a short distance away, and a tall broad figure emerged from the darkness. They wore a motorcycle helmet and a leather jacket, and were advancing on the pair at the curb with apparent urgency.

As they approached, they called out - a man's voice. The words were muffled by the helmet, that he was reaching up to pull off, but it sounded vaguely like Inarin's name might have been amongst them. It was hard to tell whether their tone was one of anger, or of concern.
 
as written by glmstr

"Stay right where you are!" Aurelie growled leapt to her feet,
"If you need to talk to him, it can wait until he's composed himself. He's having problems breathing, and you're going to have to go through me to see him."
 
as written by Script

"And I will do so if you don't stand aside."

The helmet came off, allowing mid-length blonde hair to spill out messily as he spoke. The man had youthful but handsome features, fresh-faced but with a chiselled jawline. He wore a scowl of impatience that was directed squarely on Aurelie. "He's my brother, and he's having a panic attack."

Not waiting for Aurelie to move if she didn't do so immediately, the broad-shouldered man pushed past - though he made no particular effort to shove her if she let him by - and dropped to one knee beside Inarin.

"Hey, In," he said, his voice much softer when he spoke to the proselyte. "It's Leon. You hear me?"

Inarin nodded his head jerkily.

"It's alright. I'm here, just keep breathing. It'll be over soon." As he spoke, he slipped his gloves off and stuffed them into his jacket pocket, maneuvering himself to sit on the curb alongside Inarin. He took his brother's hand with one of his own, and slung his other arm over the trembling boy's shoulders. "You're okay," he said again, gently rubbing Inarin's arm. "Everything's fine, it's just a panic attack."

Inarin gripped onto Aurelion's hand tightly, nodding his head as his breathing continued to come raggedly.

After a moment, Aurelion looked back up at Aurelie. "Don't be too worried," he reassured her, "This happens a few times every month. Usually lasts between ten minutes and half an hour. Thank you for getting him out here. I'm Aurelion, by the way."
 
Last edited by a moderator:
as written by glmstr

Aurelie gritted her teeth when he pushed past her, then her posture and clenched fists relaxed as he explained who he was.
"I'm Aurelie, nice to meet you. If you two will be okay, I'll go back inside," the vampire gently took her coat back from Inarin and gave him a pat on the shoulder before heading back in to the warehouse. She gave another apologetic nod to the bouncer, and he let her back onto the dance floor to find the twins again.
 
as written by Faithy

Jimmy was most definitely not expecting himself to actually punch at Malcolm nor was he expecting Rei to step between the two of them in what appeared to be hummingbird quick or an animal that went super-fast. Of course it probably wasn’t truly that quick, but in the state he was in, everything was not as it was supposed to be. He felt the hilt of her knife slamming into his ribs, the force enough to do damage to them, though at the moment he wasn’t sure if they were broken or just cracked. The pain didn’t really register thanks to the pill and booze he had ingested and he was still raging towards the male stranger. He still wanted to rip his face off and wear it as a mask to a ball or something.

“Unf!” Jimmy couldn’t help but cry out in surprise when his arm was snatched, his punching arm no less, the snatching keeping him from actually connecting with Mr. Hoity-toity’s face like he wanted. His body was still moving in motion though and when Rae’s hand nailed his elbow, it was enough to knock it out of the socket. Still reeling from the pain, Jimmy was vaguely aware of Arien approaching them. He allowed the male to yank him backwards, his eyes still narrowed towards Malcolm. Fine, he would stop the violence in the rave, but outside of this building was a completely different scenario.

“Fine, I’ll stop, Arien.” Jimmy shot the male an apologetic look, though he really wasn’t sorry for trying to bash Malcolm’s face in.

“As for you, Malcolm, you better hope our paths don’t cross outside of this place because if it does, I will rip off your face and kill you.” Jimmy growled and pushed away from everyone, resisting the urge to grab a bottle and throw it at Malcolm as he neared the bar he had been at moments before - still in the VIP section.

____

Alysa had been watching the scene unfolding as she stood nearby the male who hadn’t identified himself as of yet. She grinned slightly at how one of the males attempted to punch at another one that was obviously stronger than him. Maybe he would be a perfect specimen for the Scions. Musing on that, she snorted and pulled away from her previous target, spotting one of the boys that had been up in the VIP area earlier. Moving over towards the bar, she sat down beside Aaro, ordering herself a shot of Jack.

“Hey there. Craziness happening all over, eh?” She nudged Aaro so that he would know she was talking with him.
 
as written by Krysis

Pierette very quietly made her way over to her sister. The younger girl had started to drool a bit and was staring at nothing, slumped against the arm of the couch. She looked very vulnerable and the older sister was very pleased with her work. She admired the effect as Celeste leaned back to look up at the much taller woman.

"Poor baby sister. All alone, again. You only have yourself to blame, you know. No one likes you because you think you are sooo perfect." Pierette purred as she snatched up Celeste's purse and took the money out of it.

Celeste mumbled a protest and tried to get up, but it was a very quiet sound, especially with Jimmy making such a racket as he tried to fight Malcolm.

Pierette would help Celeste stand up, and even hang the purse back on her arm, then start leading the poor drugged girl away. She gave a wicked little whisper as she made sure to stay behind Arien and not pass through his line of sight. "Not so perfect now, are you, Less?"

The mean sister was counting on the continuing drama with Malcolm to cover her exit. What she Didn't expect was for the man in white to get up and make like he was leaving, which would eventually make people look towards the exit. She couldn't move faster because it would get too much attention, and since getting laid tonight was no longer possible, it was important to her to keep the money.
 
as written by duramon

Rei let her arms rest back at her side, folding them in a huff. "I'm fine, I only defended." She stated, fiddling with her prosthetic arm absent-mindedly, sighing heavily. The party was dying fast up in the V.I.P booth, this was nothing like she had hoped it would be. Served her right for trying to step out of her comfort zone. When Malcolm's energy hit her, she would remain as calm as she had been when she'd tried to break Jimmy's arm, very.

She stretched her arms and took a glance at Elisabeth to make sure she was okay, helping her back up and out of the way. Then Malcolm suggested he leave, and Rei cursed inwardly, but perhaps it may be for the best. May. "You haven't done anything Malcolm, it's just been one thing after another." She commented, keeping some distance now, unsure of how he'd react to Jimmy's outburst about her. "Just relax, if you want to leave I'll keep you company for a bit outside, otherwise we can just take our time here, he's gone~" She offered with a small smile, a little nervous about how he'd react.

Then Jimmy opened his mouth again, death threats, to a Caer, and turned away from the group. She facepalmed inwardly, if he went after Malcolm he'd be dead before he hit the ground, if he ever hit the ground at all. Yay, now Rei got to play "Babysit the drunk and Placate the Caer.", that sounded sooo fun...right?
 
as written by Ronin

"Oh hello!" Aaro smiled at Alysa as she sat down next to him. He looked back at the two men he'd been conversing with. "Scuse' me fellas."

The proselyte turned to give Alysa his full attention - a girl as good looking as she was deserved nothing less. "Aaro Caresin, pleased to meet you." He perked a brow. "Craziness?" He turned and looked at the rest of the club, cognitive faculties swimming through a haze of liquor. There was Jimmy yelling about something and Rei seeming as if she were trying to keep him from doing something stupid. Some big guy seemed to be the source of the problem, though he looked like he was about to leave. Arien seemed irate, which was unusual. Inarin and Aurelie were nowhere to be found ...

Most alarming, however, was the sight of Pierrette as she snatched up Celeste's purse and removed something from it. Celeste seemed drowsy as she was helped to her feet, a lethargy too inhibiting to be the result of half an hour's worth of light drinking. Something was wrong here.

"Hey, will you wait here one sec?" Aaro looked at Alysa, "seriously, you're pretty, and I want to buy you a drink and flirt with you. But I think my friend needs help." He got to his feet - wobbled twice before catching his balance - and made a beeline for Celeste and Pierrette as they headed for the exit. He moved to the other side of the proselyte, supporting her.

"What happened?" he asked, "she looks half-dead."

---

As Aaro left the bar, a tall gentleman in a black coat took the vacant space. "Whiskey, Iverian." He told the tender, before looking at Alysa with a smile. His eyes were a sparkling shade of crystal grey. "And for the lady?" She hadn't received her drink yet.
 
as written by Script

"That decision remains entirely yours," Arien remarked plainly, seeming to be completely fine with the prospect of Malcolm leaving. There was someone else who'd rapidly found their way onto his shitlist, however, and who required dealing with before they caused any more trouble.

Jimmy had gone from belligerent to exploding in the space of five minutes, after a conversation with Pierette. And Arien already knew that she was in the business of drugging people tonight.

He turned with a scowl towards where she'd been seated, only to find both her and Celeste gone. He very nearly snarled.

Unfortunately for Pierette, it only took him a few moments of focus to pinpoint her and Celeste's location, even though they'd already gained some ground. Without another word, he turned and strode from the VIP area in their direction, his face like a thundercloud.

In his wake, Élisabeth sighed. "It's hardly your fault that you've had tantrums thrown at you," she noted with a shrug, "This is what happens when you bring a bunch of first-time drinkers to a rave of all places." She gave Rei a sidelong glance, "No offense to present company. Some handle it better than others, but there's a general ... theme. Disaster."

Really, Arien should have known better. Even with all four of them - Arien, her and the twins - tasked with babysitting them, it was inevitable that things had spiralled out of control. Perhaps Malcolm had been a catalyst, if only for being a wild-card.

____

Finding the twins amidst the press of the crowd ought to have been all-but impossible, but as Aurelie forged towards where they'd been dancing before, she'd find that once more a clear space had been cleared in the mass of bodies. The twins danced there, Valère with his back pressed up against Alveré, each moving in time with the music. Stray buttons hanging loose and the almost glazed look in their eyes betrayed the sensuality of their dancing even without having been there to observe it.

Upon approaching them, it would quickly become apparent why the crowd had granted them space. As Aurelie entered the clear area, she would immediately feel ... uncomfortable. A chill that cut to the bone, unnerving and unnatural. It wasn't painful, nor even extremely potent, but it was enough that your average dancer would almost subconsciously avoid it, moving away every time they brushed too close.

It was Valère that spotted Aurelie first, due in part to Alveré having his face buried in his twin's neck. Val murmured something to him, and he reluctantly looked up at her. As he did, the uncomfortable feeling faded almost instantly.

"Where did you go?" Valère called over the music as Aurelie approached.

"You missed the show," Alveré winked.

Valère tilted his head curiously. "Where's Inarin?"
 
as written by glmstr

"Sorry about that, when you two handed Inarin to me he started to seize up and couldn't breathe, so I took him outside to calm down. His brother was out there, so he'll be fine," Aurelie scratched her head and shrugged. Something about the twins was seriously off, and she had no clue what it was. They didn't seem to be acting differently, and she personally really enjoyed when they were intimate with each other.

"And what do you mean by show? I would have loved to see you two dancing together," she winked at Al, "maybe I could get an encore, or possibly join in on the fun?" Her grin was nearly ear-to-ear again, the twins were definitely one of the more fun aspects of this party.
 
as written by Faithy

“Pah! You’re nothing more than a tease!” Jimmy had managed to sit back down on the stool, though he was sitting precariously on the edge of it. Both eyes had locked upon Élisabeth’s location and he was clearly still volatile. Grabbing a bottle of booze, he dropped it and grabbed for another one, his hand rubbing up and down the neck of it before struggling to open it up. It took him a few minutes to realize that his arm wasn’t working right and he remembered that Rei had done something to it.

“..What… what the hell did you do to my arm, Rei?” He stammered out, trying to pop the bone back into its socket. He was also aware of a pain in his ribs, but didn’t remember what happened to them either. He shifted his gaze towards Malcolm and decided that he was going to follow the bastard out of the rave and kill him where no one could stop him. His mind was still very much under the influence of booze and the drug he was given.

____

Finally. She was finally speaking to someone that generally seemed interested in talking to her. Relaxing, Alysa was just about to introduce herself after he did when his gaze drifted around the building, clearly trying to figure out the craziness she was talking about was concerning. Her mouth opened as she started to give him her name, but before she could say anything, he was off towards one of the Proselytes who didn’t look very well. Even though he said that he wanted to talk to her and that she was pretty, Alysa couldn’t believe her luck.

“Alright, Aaro. I’ll be right here. I’m Alysa Jayse…” Sighing as he hurried off, the redhead returned her attention to the bartender, still waiting on her drink. Briefly glancing towards the black coat wearing tall male that replaced Aaro, Alysa smiled back at him.

“Whiskey as well.” She spoke softly, winking at him.
 
as written by Emperor Jester

A terrible smile slowly crept across his fine features, eyes narrow slits for the briefest of seconds. The sex-liar Rei was proving more interesting and alluring than he could possibly have believed. She, for Nox didn't look down on the sexual identities or fetishes of others, would prove a fine addition to the Caer forces. The idea of turning the proselyte enflamed something in his he had long buried. "You girls are too kind. If you really wish it, I won't leave yet. Though if I do leave, I'd like to request some one to accompany me."

A predatory, alpha male glance towards Rei and Elisabeth both. "As a witness of course, in case somebody tries to follow through on certain threats." If he could get both of them to come, Nox would have the most fun he'd had in years...
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top