Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 6:41:52 AM)
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London Carter (May 15, 2011 6:41:56 AM)
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Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 6:43:39 AM)
Nahuel tended to the earth oven pit that the deer carcass had been in the previous time London, Amos, and Violetta were over. He plucked the rocks out and set them aside, hosing them off. Mild yawns as Luis helped. Michael cleaned the grill as the sun set in the distance. The area had been flooded somewhat in the locale behind the house, a small ravine stemming out into the distance where cottonmouth moccasins and other various creatures lingered.

London Carter (May 15, 2011 6:48:32 AM)
- London decided to check on Nahuel, since court wasn't too pleasant fo rhim and to see if he was effected by the flooding that completely immersed Amos's small shack. She carefully navagated the Edition 79 down the road, so far so good. She pulled into the parking area near his house and hopped out, clad in well worn but relatively clean considering shes been int he mud for most fo the day, a fitted tee that has a crawdad on the front with the words "Real Cajuns Suck The Head" underneath, her knee high rubber boots and a faded red flannel since it was slightly chilly . She tood out int he parking area, calling to him respectfully befoer entering his domain her lips moving silently - ~Ar'suiqqa?

London Carter (May 15, 2011 6:49:26 AM)
[ yeah spelling.. alcohol.. meh]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 6:54:27 AM)
*He was a mess. Soaked in mud and liquid, jeans were caked up to the knee. He lacked a shirt from the afternoon heat, and Luis was the same. Though the equally tall but obviously stronger and about 100 pounds heavier Thrall was doing most of the heavy lifting. Nahuel tossed a rock aside and turned to the approaching vehicle, waving Luis back. Michael placed the handgun he plucked from the back of his jeans back where it belonged as the Argentinian moved to London.* Hm? *He shook his hands out, kicking the mud away and onto the thighs of his jeans.*

London Carter (May 15, 2011 6:57:42 AM)
- London gave him a worn smile,- Hey.. I came to check on you ...glad you werent effected... We have been slinging sandbags all day only to make a run for it when it didnt help - she sighed- I really came to see if you were oay.. you were pretty upset last night

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:02:28 AM)
Upset that Khobran sees fit to parade husks as targets. Upset that we were given the lifted hopes of expunging a traitor, only to realize that it was little more than a mannequin who blathered monosyllables. Stoked to the point of absolute rage over discussion of his indiscretions, then left wanting. A glorified flesh-toned punching bag. Every fucking time we've been given something to work with, some modicum of combat that allows one to stretch their wings, as it were... they're clipped again. If blueballs was a term that could be applied to a lust for war, mine would be fucking indigo at this point. The only worthwhile sparring that I've gotten into was with Liaphon. *He licked his lip, the scar there obvious where he'd bitten through it. Temper waned, and Nahuel maintained control. He frowned somewhat, gesturing for the two servants to continue.* I'm sorry. I don't mean to go off on you. Just... explaining. Yeah, we're fine. The Architects knew N'awlins was a bowl well in advance and terraformed the land.

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:06:01 AM)
- She nodded. with a grin- Yeah same here.. only.. I lack ..balls But if you want to spar Im always down for a good fight, I need to brush up on my skills anyway just let me know you have the number... - she shifted her weight to one leg , placing a hand on her hip a sshe looked around- Im really glad you weren't effected.. Is there anything you need?[ Amos just logged on LOL]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:07:33 AM)
Time to rest, heal, to get working on your piece. You did want something that was simply emphasized for ease of use and sharpened tip, right? Not over the top and imbued with something else? *He tilted his head as he looked at the Rabisu, nodding with a somewhat distant smile. Shoulders rolled as his arms folded beneath bicep.*

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:09:47 AM)
no just somethign I can use to get nasty quick - she smiled - I had this really weird idea but it may be just my crazy mind at work.. the problem I have is getting to them at a moments notice..so I was thinking like maybe bracelets or something that transform.. but dont mind crazy talk - she chuckled _

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:11:09 AM)
*He nodded quietly, considering. A few moments and the Annunaki smiled, turning to glance back at the terrain.* I'll work on some drafts. In the meantime, thanks for checking on me. If you care to linger, you're welcome to. But I surmise that you've got other constraints on your time.

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:11:57 AM)
[ Elephants can move all 100 gallons of their blood through their ears in 20 minutes. And can dilate the vessels at will. ]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:12:22 AM)
hustling me off so soon? - she grinned- nah there isnt too much that can be done at this point.. amos is staying with me until the waters recede [ watching nat geo ?]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:12:31 AM)
[ Discovery science. ]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:12:37 AM)
[ I thought you wanted to go RP with Amos?! ]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:13:18 AM)
[ next guess LOL.. yeah but he can come here i figured, its not like they shag all day :D if thats okay with you ]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:13:30 AM)
[ No prob at all. ]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:14:31 AM)
[ hes getting coffee and will be in shortly]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:16:07 AM)
Not at all, just figured you'd have something on the docket to handle. *He chuckled, shaking his head. A glance back towards Michael, who finished the grill cleaning and had gone back inside the house. Nahuel moved towards a wash basin outside the house, washing his arms off as he spoke.* What do you do, anyway? You've got the taste that implies high class.

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:17:18 AM)
- she sniffed the air lightly- Smells like the deer is coming along .. I own an athlete management company.. Im a sports agent , pays the bills but I would rather be out on the boat fishing my day away - she shrugs-

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:19:02 AM)
Well London did i merely took over, it fit my particular skill set

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 7:19:14 AM)
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Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:20:25 AM)
Could put you in touch with Lisa. Handles my finances, keeps the portfolio well enough handled. I maintain a comfortable living and have literally nothing to distract. Aside from you fuckers. *He gave a grin to the Rabisu after cleaning off, shaking out the water from his hands. Shoulders rolled again as he moved inward to the house.* Suppose working with the clients gives you some heavy contacts, yeah?

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:22:25 AM)
I have a slew of financial planners and stockbrokers.. I refuse to represent a dumb jock... I appreciate the offer, thanks

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:23:09 AM)
- she grinned- Well you moved out to the bayou cher, what did you expect?

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:23:11 AM)
[ Nahuel was talking about independent wealth. ;) As in, living off of interest. ]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:23:33 AM)
[ Not sure if it was lost in translation. ]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:23:46 AM)
[ she has the demanding career thing LOL shes a workaholic ]

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 7:23:56 AM)
*Amos had of course gotten London's note on where she was and he had taken off in his beat up truck with the lift kit. The dam thing was indeed about like Big Foot of course with the weather and the rising water indeed a ride like that was needed and thus why he drove it and not the bike. The big man had indeed gotten a bit used to the idea that his place was flooded out. After all such things happen when one lives in the swamp, but he still did not have to like the idea.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:23:58 AM)
[ *Laughs, nods.* ]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:26:07 AM)
[ LOL so not working is foreign to her ]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:26:46 AM)
If you like sports, let meknow I have abox where you can wtch games incomfort with open bar and food

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 7:27:19 AM)
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Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:28:18 AM)
Suit yourself. Nothing could be said negative about the relaxed and sedentary lifestyle. *Nahuel grinned quietly, moving to head into the house. Michael carried strips of venison outdoors that were soaking in something that smelled hispanic. He laid the strips across the grill, as Luis finished cleaning out the Imu. Nahuel turned backward and gestured towards the fridge and bar.* Gonna shower off a moment, though. Feel like a fucking elephant. Special ingredients are on top shelf if you're inclined to be mellowed. Michael's prepping for some Tortas if you're hungry.

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:30:45 AM)
I could eat ..had crawdads earlier - she followed him in the yard proper - you go on .. I need to check in with the office right quick anyway - she pulled the phone from her back jeans pocket powered it on and ran through her messages right quick -

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 7:31:37 AM)
*The now homeless Rabisu parked his large 4x4 and noticed that apparently Malfactors are not affected by floods nearly as much. He hoped down from his rig and watched his boots sink into the mud to nearly calve depth. Of course the real issue was after all the water upstream. The big man closed his eyes and drew a cleansing breath as it still chapped that he once managed the powers of creation and now his house was under water. But when he drew the breath he smelled fresh cooking and that in turn relaxed him a bit more and he began the walk to Naheul's house soon enough coming into view of those present.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:31:57 AM)
[ Comes with the territory of CREATING THE EARTH. ]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:32:00 AM)
[ *Snicker* ]

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 7:32:41 AM)
[LoL yeah but donot rub it in or he might send a herd of rabbid ferets to live in your shorts]

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 7:32:54 AM)
[*winks*]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:33:05 AM)
[ Oh, you tease. ]

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 7:33:18 AM)
*The BMW that has no place out in the bayou pulls up before Nahuel's house, the door opening as the lammasu gets out, that beginning touch of her presence starting to drift through the air towards the house in responce to her arrival. Wearing a short pale blue halter dress that leaves her back bare, long dark hair caught up in a ponytail high on the back of her head she starts towards the door and sounds of familiar voices.*

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:34:00 AM)
- London looked overher shoulder powering down herphone and tucking it in her back pocket as she turned around to walk out to meet him -

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:35:03 AM)
Nahuel's pad, it seemed, was on a large and well positioned foundation. The five bedroom home was lifted at least fifteen feet above sea level, and had been that way for apparently the last hundred or so years, given the growth around the area. The original settlers understood the bowl formation of N'awlins and the raging Mississippi, and saw fit to do some early terraforming with their slaves. Nahuel showered, and Michael plucked the venison from the grill and started making greens heavy tortas. The approach of Violetta brought the number of sandwiches up to a half dozen. And, not long later, Nahuel exited with the general jeans and wife beater combination, drying his hair with a dry washcloth.

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:36:00 AM)
[ Everyone know what a Torta is? ]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:36:10 AM)
- she smiled up at the big ol surly NON homeless person - hey babe [ ayup ]

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 7:36:14 AM)
(nope!)

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:36:44 AM)
[ http://www.google.com/search?q=Torta ]

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 7:37:24 AM)
*Amos was just giving London his 'I saw that' look as she approached when he heard Vi's car. He turned to look then and his jaw literally dropped open as he spied a BMW and a fine lady in a dress out in a FLOODED SWAMP. What made his jaw drop though was that she so pulled it off and made it work. There was just something about it that was like an exotic life form but then he closed his mouth before he caught flies. And turned back to London* and I thought your rig was not practicle.

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:38:25 AM)
My rig is specially designed for rough terrain, dont hate because its a benz cher - she smirked- Hey Vi ! how are you ?

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:39:33 AM)
[ http://www.vivazapatasrestaurant.com/images/menu/torta%20by%20vivazapatas.jpg ]

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 7:39:50 AM)
*She stops part way to the door as she spots Amos and London, a smile coming to her lips as she switches direction and starts over towards them both. Stopping to kiss Londons left cheek and then her right she looks between the two.* Bonjour mes amies, I am well, only I heard of the flooding and thought I should come to see if the swamps required me to speak with the water. *She looks around the landscape, the lovely smile lingering upon her lips.* Only it seems everything is as it should be.

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 7:40:17 AM)
(I'm sorry I missed your posts being out the front! I am sleepy! Last night there was tequilla... enough said.)

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:41:04 AM)
As a matter of fact, I would consider it a personal favor to me if you [ im jealous!] speak to the waters at Amos's place..?

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:41:29 AM)
it didnt seem to want to listen to sandbags chere

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 7:42:44 AM)
*Amos made a small animal like noise* hi Vi and it is all good I am just crashing at London's a while the water will go down when it is good and ready. *He kicked a the mud looking like a pouting child.*

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 7:43:30 AM)
Oui certainly. *The full force of her radiant smile directed at Amos it seemed for a moment as though the entire flood and setting sun had occured simply to act as a backdrop for the beautiful woman in this one single moment, the sky apparently catching fire just to highlight the blue of her eyes and midnight black of her hair.* Would you like me to send the waters away immediately Amos or are you content to wait for them to leave when they wish to?

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:43:52 AM)
*Nahuel returned, plucking up the torta without taking the plate. He appeared fucking -ravenous,- or at least overjoyed that the meal was prepped. It smelled fantastic. Little lime, little salsa. Venison, greens. Spices, herbs. He picked up on Liaphon's presence only after being satisfied by the flavor, smiling with a full mouth. A swallow, and he spoke.* Full fucking house, didn't see this coming.

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 7:46:52 AM)
*Amos looked at Vi and once more his mouth dropped open and indeed his breath hitched a bit as she went way beyond pulling off the look to short circuiting several of the bodily functions of something that lived in what was once a red blooded American male. He had been inclined to decline her offer out of hand as he did not like owning people....did not like it at all but well when someone like her offered it seemed different. At last he managed* uh but wouldn't they just come back after you were done? *He apparently did not even realize their host was present*

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:47:20 AM)
- London eblowed him ard with a soft growl-

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 7:47:55 AM)
*He jumped a it when London elbowed him and blinked giving her a 'huh' look*

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 7:49:29 AM)
That depends on far I send it all non? *She smiles and shakes her head, her eyes flicking momentarily to London before returning to Amos, the gesture far from lost on her.* Call my name when you have a spare moment and I will come out to you and see what I can do mon amie. In the meantime I will leave you two to make proper romantic greetings and seek out Nahuel who is likely watching American televison again no?

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:50:44 AM)
[ <- Showed up and spoke already! ]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:51:07 AM)
Thank you cher- she put hands to hip and looked up at him with the "really dude?" face-

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 7:51:18 AM)
(lol I'm sorry, I thought we were out by the cars and Nahuel was inside... I did mention my tequilla issue from last night right?)

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:51:36 AM)
[ and im drunk now! sooo]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:51:49 AM)
[ I say we take advantage, Amos. What do you think? ]

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 7:52:37 AM)
*Biting her bottom lip at the look given from London to Amos, her eyes sparkle as she turns towards the house and looks to Nahuel.* Nahuel I have something very important to speak to you that will take five minutes. *She pauses and looks momentarily back at London and Amos.* Perhaps ten.

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 7:53:13 AM)
*Amos snapped out of it a bit and shook his head* uh yeah sure thanks for the offer. *He then managed to get his brain functioning once more and registered Nahuel's presence and he lifted his hand in greeting to the big guy. Of course when London gave him the eye he snapped out of it the rest of the way and did the only proper thing. He slid his arms around her and leaned over giving her a hard kiss even going so far as dipping her a bit in a total PDA. Of course the other two would know he should really be kissing other parts of her anatomy right now since he had been so busted.*

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 7:53:41 AM)
[Sure dog pile on the flodded guy! *sniffs dramatically*]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:54:36 AM)
- she chuckled wrapping her arms around him as she broke the kiss- Nice save cher.. - she grinned at him -

London Carter (May 15, 2011 7:55:45 AM)
But the next time that talented tounge rolls out like a red carpet I will walk it .. hard - still grinning,but he would know she was dead serious -

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:55:52 AM)
He tilted his head curiously, shrugging a bit. He gave a fist bump to Amos, and left the pair to their sexiness. Chewing on another bite, Nahuel headed off into another branch of the house, near the Forge upstairs where there was no semblance of distraction. The Argentinian's expression was one of gloom, wondering if there was going to be bad news.

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 7:57:34 AM)
*Walking with Nahuel in small delicate sandles so utterly out of place here in the swamps, she turns towards him with her smile, prepared to toss out some light and humourous comment before the gloom on his face struck her. The dancing light in her eyes shift quickly to concern she stops.* Ar'siuqqa, what has happened?

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 7:58:00 AM)
*He blinked and straightened up with her but kept his arms around her* uh well er you know how bashful I am about asking for help. *Yes he was on his bicycle and now he was blushing as well. He did register to bump knuckles back with Nahuel but now he was in full damage control mode.* Uhhmmm sorry *he looked even more sheepish especially considering he generally viewed Vi like some sort of interesting bug and he had no idea what had just happened* you can punish me later?

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 7:59:04 AM)
Nothing. You said you needed to speak to me, I assumed it was something... negative. I don't know. Maybe it's the curmudgeon, the glass half empty attitude. I assumed it was some sort of detriment to life as a whole. Why, what did you have to say? *He continued eating after he spoke, tilting his head curiously.*

London Carter (May 15, 2011 8:01:07 AM)
- she nodded- Oh I plan on it cher.. - she chuckled and shook her head before she stretched up to brush his lips with hers murmuring - but you will enjoy it - she smirked and headed towards the grub-

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 8:01:14 AM)
*Chuckling at that she shook her head, the ponytail bouncing behind her as she leant back against the door frame.* Non, I have nothing particular say either good or bad, only surely you saw that Amos had displeased London, and something had to be said in order to give them both a few minutes alone so that he could retrieve the situation. Otherwise the poor man would have been miserable all evening trying to find a way to gain her forgiveness. Did you truly not notice?

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 8:03:35 AM)
*Normally he would have clearly made some glib statement but he just dipped his head to her like a dog who had been caught tipping over the garbage. He then trailed after her in a suitable penitent manner his hand slipping into the back pocket of her jeans.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 8:04:32 AM)
I caught her elbows. I don't know. Empathy isn't exactly the strong suit for males, Liaphon. *He chuckled, grinning quietly. Another bite of the torta as he chewed over options and glanced towards the stairs, down which the two Rabisu laid. A look back towards Liaphon and he spoke after swallowing.* London originally came by to check on me. Didn't... expect that. And to ask if all was alright after the Court.

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 8:06:15 AM)
*Her hands slipping behind her back to hold onto the door frame she smiles as she watches him, mentally ticking past the moments of privacy she believed Amos and London required.* You did not expect people to care for your well being? Is it such a strange thing to be concerned about friends?

London Carter (May 15, 2011 8:06:58 AM)
- London had a tora in one hand, a dos equis in another, she was right as rain now -

London Carter (May 15, 2011 8:07:28 AM)
[torta]

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 8:08:06 AM)
*Amos retrieved some food in passing as well as a beer and seemed to be recovering from his gaff but he was still clearly skitish.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 8:10:11 AM)
A simple enough sentiment to consider the actions of friends and compatriots when you tout the ability and appearance and skill that you do, Liaphon. Armies and entire continents can and will flock to you before this is all over. Lips that'd calm or stir a storm, eyes literally cast of the turquoise ocean atop pale white sand on a cloudless day during summer, or the deep blue glaciers during winter. Every-fucking-thing about you inspires people to love you, to want you, to be around you. That, Liaphon, is not something that extends to me. To me, this is new. Difficult to grasp. Both Nahuel and Ar'siuqqa are unused to this situation. And affection. *He licked his lips while looking across at her, the meal being forgotten and placed on a desk nearby, which held a pair of laptops.*

London Carter (May 15, 2011 8:12:01 AM)
[well damn! go nahuel1]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 8:12:09 AM)
[ ? ]

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 8:12:12 AM)
(right?)

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 8:14:35 AM)
[sorry was AFK wife makes simple questions so complicated *rolls eyes dramatically*]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 8:14:52 AM)
[ Amos and Player have a lot in common. =3 ]

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 8:15:17 AM)
[Heh both are male!]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 8:15:54 AM)
- London moved into the house, kicking off the muddy boots before she [ hayyy!] moved into the house, munching on the torta, chansingit with sips of beer-

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 8:16:41 AM)
*She pushes off from the doorframe behind her and takes the two steps towards him. Her eyes remaining on his she holds his gaze silently for a long moment before she speaks, her beautiful voice soft enough that ears seemed to crane to hear each and every syllabul that leaves her lips.* Then think on this Ar'siuqqa, thousands have died for me, perhaps millions and you are right, in time millions more will follow also. Perhaps I was designed to be the muse of light and destruction both and maybe that makes the affections given to me have less meaning than those given to you. For you should know that while you use no charms to attract, still there are those that care for you and their ... care will lead to warmth that does not flame with the destruction of desires I invoke.

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 8:18:03 AM)
*Amos ate and it was not a dainty thing to watch it was more like storing the food away for later use and one would wonder if he even tasted the stuff. He trailed after London and kicked off his muddy boots as well and kept his mouth shut. London was experiencing that moment of female jubilance when she had the guy under utter control. He was not sure but it was clear he had done, thought, looked, smelled something wrong and he was not exactly sure what but he was so going to sit in his corner and think about it till it came to him.*

London Carter (May 15, 2011 8:19:26 AM)
- London moved over to the big ol cajun and promptly plopped in his lap , kissing him lightly before she went back to smashing her torta,-

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 8:22:03 AM)
*He settled in and shifted the little lady in his lap slid his arms around her waist before resting his chin on top of her head* [Hello my name is Amos and I am a man and have been since age 12 it has been a good week and I am making progress with my condition....]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 8:22:06 AM)
I... didn't mean that the sentiment meant less to you. That the affection or the attention of others was anything less for you, or for I. I merely meant that I'm unused to it. That it's a new sensation. A new flavor. I don't know. The analogies fail me. The limits of the language. *He sighed somewhat, turning towards the windows. The meal forgotten with the deeply emotional content of their conversation. Nahuel opened the screenless portal and folded his arms, the pale cotton drapes fluttering around him. The Annunaki's shoulders seemed to distort the air gently as they had the night of Court, heat rising from him. This time, however, due to the Mortal and not the Demon. Shoulders rolled back square as he went silent.*

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 8:26:50 AM)
*Her body unmoving, she followed his progress accross the room with her eyes, her head turning a little in responce. Remaining perfectly still the silence stretched like an eternity between them, filled with unspoken words, thoughts left unuttered before she finally spoke.* I know. Perhaps more confusion can be caused by a smile than with steel. Is it too much Ar'siuqqa? Should I go away again?

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 8:31:05 AM)
No. Why would I want you to leave? Why would I ever want you to leave? *He turned and reached out to grab the torta from the desk, leaning on the windowsill to look across at the Lammasu. Nahuel's expression was one that was hardened, almost forged, but maintained a few veins of softness within it. The trip over emotional shoelaces had firmed the exterior, but opiates served to maintain fractures through the frame. He bit into the sandwich and smiled weakly, lopsided.* I didn't mean to fuck it up. Just, the difference. Misinterpretations. Lapses in judgement. It's not black and white. Emotions. Nuances of speech. *He took another bite, looking over his shoulder to the thunder outside. A front rolled through, something that had been fueling the Mississippi further up river. The Annunaki chewed quietly, turning back to face Liaphon.*

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 8:32:00 AM)
*After a bit Amos patted London on the butt and kissed her on the cheek* I think I need to get myself going.

London Carter (May 15, 2011 8:32:12 AM)
- She chuckled softly , turning to look at him as she opped the last bite into her mouth, chewing for a bit before swallowing, licking her lips. Since he wanted to suck up, who was she to stop him? She finished off her beer, and gathered thetrash and followed her nose to it , tossing the contents before moving to bounce back on the Cajun's lap, straddling his thighs, bracing her hands there as well -

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 8:33:35 AM)
*Though her trick of straddling his lap made him make another indistinct noise and squirm a bit before looking at her with a more heated look* I bet I can have things warmed up for you when you get home.

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 8:36:41 AM)
*She smiled, the curl of her red stained lips setting her eyes sparkling once more with an inner light that a more perceptive man would recognise as relief. Shaking her head, the ponytail bouncing a little behind her in responce she finally turned to fully face him.* You did not 'fuck up' mon amie, you have seen both my wrath and my sadness and should know that neither of it is with me now. *A step taken closer to the window she leans a little outside of it, the roll of thunder catching her attention and reminding her of Amos' flood. The touch of her essence upon creation flaring briefly the dark cloud almost hiccupped in the sky before shifting direction and seeming to move away from the bayou. The lovely smile turned towards him, she unconsciously placed her hand over his on the window sill, her fingers so soft it seems certain she'd never known a days labour in her life.* I think perhaps they have made up by now no?

London Carter (May 15, 2011 8:37:50 AM)
i- She smirked at him - It better be good cher..- she moved in to kiss him with surprising tenderness before she hopped back off his lap- I will see you later cher.. - she hooked her fingers into her back pocket as she waited for him to leave-

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 8:39:32 AM)
*He kissed her back and then stood up but he did glance in the direction of the roll of distant thunder. He then reached out and ran his rough finger tips lightly over the line of her jaw* oh it will. *He gave her a smile* tell the others I had to go. *He then turned to slip out of the house and head toward his truck.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 8:40:12 AM)
Probably. That doesn't mean I want company, or want to share you. *He chuckled quietly, grinning. Another bite of the sandwich and Nahuel pulled Violetta into his frame, closing the distance between the two. Toes of the pair touched, knees, thighs met. Continued connection to chest, departed and met again at brow. Thankfully, he didn't have a mouthful at the time, though smelled of venison spiced to Hispanic standards. With his forehead and nose touching hers, A few inhalations and exhalations marked the savoring of the moment, eyes remained closed for a majority of the time until he finally tilted backward to look her in the eyes.*

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 8:40:22 AM)
[And my RL calls. Thanks for the terribly amusing scene y'all]

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 8:41:21 AM)
(night!)

London Carter (May 15, 2011 8:41:29 AM)
[ have a good one hun]

Amos Hunlun (May 15, 2011 8:41:30 AM)
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Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 8:46:25 AM)
*Her hands touched to his arms, fingertips running lightly along his skin and then up and over the fabric of his shirt. Her touch, tormentingly light swept acrross his shoulders before he felt her fingertips at the back of his neck lightly running accross the exposed skin beneath his hairline. Eyes of the deepest blue looked into his as her head tilted back, teeth biting momentarily upon her bottom lip while she drank in his features.* What if... *she paused, hesitant to let the words fall from her lips.* What if I could burn for you Ar'siuqqa? What if you could lead me to my doom as certainly as I could you?

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 8:52:15 AM)
I'd settle for sweating for me, Liaphon. Burning is my territory. *He smiled quietly, and leaned in to quietly, gently kiss her on the lips. Her upper between his, his lower between hers. The soul patch area on his lower lip long enough to curl downward and not prickle. He exhaled through his nose, and trailed down her cheek with his own, their temples meeting. His skin pulling upward towards ears signalling a smile.* I'd welcome oblivion again with the memories I have, now. Of you. Spend this eternity and the next contemplating your smell, your smells. The way your eyes bend and shift in the light, the speed at which your wings beat and the sound of Your rain upon them. Its dappling upon my own back, how it all seems to lose that musty scent all rain has, and even taste sweeter.

London Carter (May 15, 2011 8:58:32 AM)
- London watched him go shaking her head with a chuckle before closing her eyes, taking a deep breath then exhaling. Damn that cajun fired her blood .. Unfortunately she liked it.. A little too much. She glanced up at the stock ticker on theflat screen tv pulling her phone from her back pocket only to find its not there.- Dammit! - she moved to the door since it was obvious they werent coming down and tugged her boots back on, muttering something about bullwhips and gutting him like a fish -

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 8:59:40 AM)
[ *Aroused!* ]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 9:00:01 AM)
[-grins- ]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 9:02:31 AM)
- She called up the stairs with a definate growl- Im gone.. have to go kill me a cajun ..Thanks for the food! - with that shemade her way out into the yard then ran for her truck, when she caught up with him there would be hell to pay -

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 9:02:51 AM)
*She sucked his lip between her own, breasts flattening against his chest as she pressed in closer and he could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin, the scent of fine perfumes and that unmistakably mysterious aroma of wood polish surrounding him. Her lips trailing over his skin with small promises of kisses she whispered against him.* Perhaps my fire would ruin that then Ar'siuqqa, and yet the flames once set alight.... *She breathes in deeply, feeling the beat of her heart quicken in her chest, her pluse fluttering in fear and expectation, her words a question more for herself than anything she expected him to answer.* What is it in you that makes me think of you so?

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 9:06:07 AM)
*He broke into laughter, throwing his head back into the opening of the window. A couple poured forth, and he looked back down into her eyes with a deep smile, shaking his head.* I have no fucking idea, Liaphon. None. I have all the subtlety of a fucking earthquake. The tact of an inquisitive child with Down's Syndrome. I joke about fetuses on spikes and nuking Africa for the simple sake that it's not worth saving, of flipping a coin and poisoning a water supply in the Middle East to quash the conflict at the Gaza Strip. I have no idea why you hold any interest in me, Liaphon. You're... so much more than I. *And, at London's call up the stairs, he glanced there and looked back to Violetta to reply.*

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 9:11:01 AM)
Au revoir London! Be gentle with him, or at least leave him alive mon ami! *She calls back, a flicker of quick guilt running accross her face before she looks back to Nahuel with a smile.* What is worse Nahuel is that you distract me so viciously that I lose my own manners and become lost in the moments between us. *She shakes her head as she looks to him, the smile slowly but surely falling from her lips. Fingertips falling from his neck trace a line down the side of his face, the flicker of sadness behind her endlessly blue eyes.* You are not less than me though, never that. Only you shall always think so, and ever will I be placed in an ivory tower above your reach no? For your mind will make it so.

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 9:17:41 AM)
Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I can be convinced of something otherwise. You have a veritable army of suitors who'd fall down at your feet to lick the sweat from your soles rather than drink from a cool glass because of your beauty. And I couldn't blame them. *He grinned quietly, calling down to London.* Night, London. *And, Nahuel looked back to Violetta, searching her eyes. Remaining there for seconds, that faded into minutes, he stared closely. Almost through her.* How am I supposed to interpret this? You're almost a shard cracked from Lucifer himself, a head of the Crimson Legion. I'm a goddamned Hound of the Ebon Legion, a polar opposite to you in station -as well as- ability, frame, everything. You're elegant, beautiful, lithe and perfect. I carry with me the thundering prowess of strength, dominance, and drive. You flit to and fro, like a piece of art. I destroy. If I maintain incorrect opinions, if I exalt you, I do it for my opinions and them alone. But opinions can be wrong, Liaphon. Am I?

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 9:24:24 AM)
*Her fingers trailing along the line of his jaw she looks deeply into his eyes, her own becoming that mysterious place of unknown thoughts and secret hidden places that she retreats to when uncertain. Lips opening to speak, confusion wells within her, consciousness and emotions conflicting, purpose and need at odds and se hovers on the verge of revealing secret truths that she knew could break his faith in her completely.* Voulez-vous que la femme ou la muse mon Ar'siuqqa. Mon âme dit que vous avez besoin de moi pour faire jouer le muse pour vous, comme tous ceux d'autres; mais vous me rend quelque chose en long à être la femme.

London Carter (May 15, 2011 9:27:51 AM)
[ Night.. Rudeness :D]

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 9:28:07 AM)
[ Night! =D ]

London Carter (May 15, 2011 9:28:22 AM)
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Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 9:30:16 AM)
*He smiled, looking her in the eyes. If there was any time, this was it. Nahuel exhaled and listened as she spoke, and prepared his words in response. Several seconds passed, and slowly he spoke in French... in a strange accent that seemed about a third French, a third Spanish, and a third English.* Je veux que vous vous. La femme, l'ange, le démon, l'entité que je suis devenu tellement entiché. Vous n'avez pas besoin de moi pour vous dire quoi être. Ce, à l'heure actuelle. C'est vous. Je ne vous avez besoin pour jouer un certain rôle damnés. Je ne veux pas vous la scène. Vous. Vous. Vous. Juste toi. Tout ce que vous. Tout ce que vous, Liaphon.

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 9:37:19 AM)
*Her eyes open wide as he replies in French, the words thrown out there to the universe in a language she was certain he would not understand, a language of beauty and art, so that the words simply existed without him having to be burdened by their meaning. Her lip trembling, he see's the beautiful eyes fill with a shine that promised tears, truths spilling thoughtlessly from her lips as she seemed unable to help but proclaim herself to him.* I am lost. I -am- The Banner, The Banner without a hand to hold me aloft. I inspire without purpose, I am the muse without a leader to follow, and they -all- look to me, they -all- come to me for comfort and truths and hope... and I am lost. They need so much from me always, the need me with them and apart. A tower is built for me in all their hearts and I am placed upon the pinacle within it to guide them towards an end that I cannot see. *Tears fall silently from her eyes, trailing their way down her beautiful pale skin as she looks to him almost desperately.*

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 9:37:25 AM)
Can you understand?

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 9:46:19 AM)
You have expectations placed upon your shoulders at all times by your peers, your superiors, and your subordinates. In some sense, I understand, though to a much lesser degree. The Soldiers who man the front lines, those who are seen as little more than a methodology to solve problems aren't given nearly the attention. Nor importance. If I fail, another follows behind me. You cannot fail, because what moves along with you is the hearts, minds, souls, and very moods of your people, your followers, the Soldiers alongside you. *He paused and kissed her lightly on the lips, kissed the tears that trailed down her cheeks, kissed her eyes, and once more upon her lips. The salt that mingled with the water, something which she'd -created,- on their tongues. He smiled, cradling her cheek and jaw in his hands, kissing her once more.* I cannot take away these expectations. The needs of all of the Fallen Armies that look to you for guidance and inspiration. I do understand, to answer your question... and... what I -can- d

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 9:46:32 AM)
what I -can- do is give you respite. A lapse, a gap between the requirements of The Banner. Come to me. Stay with me. Simply be Liaphon, not The Banner. Nothing more than as you and I are now. No trumpets blaring their song to drive forward. No overarcing goals of victory and The Creator, of Lucifer and Michael. All of creation be damned until the morrow, for now you are mine, and I am yours. Until that comes to a brief end and lives require attention, require action. And on that time, the forefront of my mind is yours, devoted entirely to you. To YOU. To when we're here again, in eachother's arms. Tasting eachother's lips. My fingers through your hair. Yours toying at my lower back. Clutching for warmth. Be you, with me. Nothing else.

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 9:57:48 AM)
*Her lips almost clutching at his she returns each and every kiss, arms winding once more around his neck as she breathes deeply and tries to stop the tears from falling. All these months, all these needs and responsibilities placed upon her finally breaking as though the damn could no longer hold back all that overwhelming responsibility that she suffered under.* You would give up the muse for me Nahuel? I would beg you not to change your mind, not to place me on some pedastal above you, not to let me linger there alone. I should not ask it, but you call to me in ways I cannot understand. *Her face buries against his neck, a delicate fragility surrounding her that he had never expected to see, as she almost hides her face from him while her words continue to confess.* You reveal me, even unto myself, and I find myself longing for it, longing for you and I do not wish to let it go.

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 10:02:00 AM)
Right now, there's no reason to. Nothing calls for your time, for your efforts and for The Banner. As there are no calls for War, for instruments of death. Until there is, you and I remain. Together. Here. Let the earth rattle elsewhere. The storms break peace and silence miles away. Let this room, our arms be safehaven. Here. Until we're called elsewhere, and after that call is answered, we'll be. *He paused, kissing her firmly again, but nothing more. Not tainting the situation, the emotion, with more than simple touches.* I asked of you, and you asked of me, honesty. Perhaps that's the reasoning behind? The simplicity of it all, laid bare? Exposed, without act, fallacy, or armor? This. This is what I want.

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 10:05:10 AM)
Let me be your Harbor, Liaphon. *He smiled quietly.*

Violetta duBois (May 15, 2011 10:10:57 AM)
*Her head pulled from his shoulder by the irresistable tug of his lips she closes her eyes and lets the feel of him wash over her, the conflicting emotions falling apart and reforming to a certainty that brought her peace. Eyelashes fluttering, her eyes open to look into his, the gentle smile finally once more upon her lips.* And this is what I want my Ar'siuqqa, to be here, with you. Such a simple truth that holds me enthralled. For you speak and with each word meanings become real, and your -arms- are my harbor and perhaps that is what has called me here from the start my ancient enemy.

Nahuel Ramos (May 15, 2011 10:12:49 AM)
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