Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 12:06:56 AM)
*Falling back against the leaves she gasped for breath, the power behind his fist an unexpected thing that this mortal shell was neither prepared for not expecting to meet, strong enough to push the air from her lungs and leave her momentarily dizzied. Her eyes widened a little in suprise, she raised herself to her elbows and smiled looking over at him... the man was an exercise in the unexpected, not least of all her inability to make him lose his temper. One last deep breath taken she returned to her feet, her hands curling into fists at her side, a single fleck of his blood upon her neck where his tongue had touched her as her voice reaches out to him more gently now, free of the studied insults of a moment before.* I underestimate you don't I?

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 12:12:14 AM)
You don't underestimate. You misinterpret, Liaphon. I understand my place now, as I did then, and yours. *He closed his eyes and lips pursed, tongue curling inside mouth as he savored the taste. Another inhalation through nose brought up the edges of his mouth in a smile, though not a smug one. A pleased one. She was too fast. Too fast for him, and would spend consecutive swings landing against him while flitting like a butterfly 'round a tank. As her Awareness twitched, the Lore of the Fundament threw the Annunaki at the Lammasu like a bullet, leaving a coiling breeze of leaves behind him.

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 12:16:15 AM)
*As though to make a lie of his words, she did indeed underestimate his potential speed. Dancing to the side a moment too late she felt the force of him hit against her with a sudden unexpected pain, dark hair falling about them both as his speed shot leaves up into the air to rain down around them both and she found herself suddenly in the position of trying to minimise the impact of his blow rather than avoid it altogether.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 12:22:31 AM)
The medication and alcohol left little attention to personal safety, and Nahuel misjudged, as she misinterpreted. There was a dull, fleshy thunk where his right shoulder met her body, followed by a small snap that she felt more than heard. He grunted in pain, even through the oxycodone, and moved to pin down the Lammasu. As Nahuel jockeyed for position, it became obvious that his right shoulder was dislocated, the arm hanging limp as a hook at the end of a rope. Nonetheless, his left rose up to fall in another hammering motion.

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 12:44:53 AM)
*The weight atop her seeming immovable , she anticipated his hands reaching for her arms and giving up on her ability to fight off his uninjured arm she instead turned her attention to his dislocated side. Her fingers curling around his hand she twisted rather than resisted the attempt to pin her down, sending his arm out at an unnatural angle to spread that pain from his shoulder through his chest and scream down the muscles of his arm, holding it in place as she watched his face and forced bone to grate against bone.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 12:50:25 AM)
Nnnnghhh. *Was all the Malefactor said, as his lower lip was drawn into his mouth. The blood that had colored his saliva before had obviously came from different locales. This time, however, in an effort to remain in control of himself and not cry out, Nahuel bit down on his lip, which freely bled. The rustling of leaves in the background accented the sound of drip, drip, drip, the burgundy droplets spattering onto her chest. His left eye moved to half closed, fluttering slightly as the pain began to become all encompassing. And, to counter her own point damage, the Kishtar pushed his thumb up into the nerve cluster of Liaphon's right armpit. A truly deep, sadistic, almost sardonic expression curled across the clenched mouth and slitted eyes.*

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 12:54:12 AM)
*Her face draining of colour, her jaw clenched down tightly, chest rising and falling quickly with breath after breath sucked in through tight pain filled lips. A final vicious twist given to his arm she simply vanished without warning, his senses feeling the touch of her essence upon creation as water vapour filled the air and moved past him, almost through him and the hold she had on his hand was suddenly gone. Reforming unseen behind him, her leg struck out once more, a firm barefooted kick aimed towards the back of his neck, leg fully extended with beautiful deadly grace at an angle from her body as she attempted to push him face down towards the earth.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:02:48 AM)
And, he did. The soil he'd assisted in creating found it's way into his clothing, grinding up into the Annunaki's body and various accoutrement. Dislocated shoulder slid across a rock beneath the ring he'd missed, causing another sneer to bend itself over his lips. Face down, with one arm useless and the other beneath himself from the unsavory coup, Nahuel lashed out wild and violent with his legs, sweeping left to right as he attempted, beleagueredly, to roll onto his back.

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 1:07:28 AM)
*Her foot resting casually to hold him pinned on the top oh his back between his shoulder blades, she didn't expect the leg to sweep out towards her so quickly. He felt his wild thrashing connect against her ankle with a little crack, felt the air displace beside him a moment before a thud indicated that she had joined him upon the earth; a small cry from her lips indicating that his blow had found a weakness in his prey as a sharp sudden pain filled her foot and made any attempt to rise quickly to her feet momentairly unthinkable.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:11:03 AM)
*Curling onto his side, Nahuel looked towards Violetta with a grin across his face and broke out into laughter. Grains of soil were flush against the whites of his eyes. Caked in his mouth, across the blood on his lip. One arm laid flat on his side, while the other propped him up. Drawing his legs underneath himself, the Malefactor sat lotus and just smiled, wiping the dirt from his eyes.* You're worth your position.

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 1:14:35 AM)
*She chuckles despite the sudden pain that was quickly becoming a dull throb and seemed to confirm that something had been sprained, snapped or twisted. Raising into sitting position she looked at the man covered in dirt, blood and sweat, her own beautiful designer dress ruined beyond repair and lovely silken hair tangled and grubby.* You took it easy on me mon amie and we both know it, do not think for a moment that I did not see the countless blows to my head that you could have taken.

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:18:19 AM)
I could never ruin that. Besides, would you deface art you kept around your home in a simple exercise of gaining skill? *He grinned and rose up, offering the good arm to her to lift the Lammasu from the ground. The dislocated shoulder yet remained absolutely lifeless, a zombie at his side.*

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 1:22:19 AM)
*Using his hand to rise to her feet she stands on one leg, her ankle most certainly sprained at the least and very likely fractured. Her eyes catching sight of his useless shoulder, her injured leg held up and away from the ground, mirth dances in her eyes as she cannot help but laugh at the image of the two demigods suffering such very mortal injuries.* For my part I vote that if anyone asks we tell them that we trained for hours without suffering a moments fatique and hobble back towards your car for a drink and ciggarette no?

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:28:58 AM)
Mmmh. Maybe a night under the stars, heavily medicated of course. *Offering a shoulder, the good one, he assisted her back towards the vehicle and deposited Violetta into the passenger seat. Circling to his side, Nahuel took a moment to lunge himself into the side of the truck, rocking it gently. There was a subsequent grunt, and exhalation in the form of a hiss. When the Annunaki entered, all appeared better. Though his expression showed pain.* I suppose we both need to start focusing on defense, rather than offense. I'm not used to this Husk, nor this style. The Iron Beast pays no heed to conflict. Time and time again, I threw myself into conflict headlong and came out with little more than scratches. Flesh is so much more... malleable. Fallible. *He chuckled, turning to face her with a somewhat gentle caress of the chin.* But beautiful. Has its moments. Just doesn't fit into my greater schema. *He paused, tilting brow to the steering wheel and running tongue across lip. A quick spit of blood onto the carpe

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:29:07 AM)
carpet below showed the Argentinian paid little heed to the small expenses. He coughed up a bit more, then turned the engine over.* Strange, the Human Condition. They're essentially bred to eat, fuck, and kill. Not necessarily in that order and not mutually exclusive. Odd how violence stokes lust. *The truck headed towards his home, the puffing of smoke showing that the servant was busily prattling away in the Forge.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:29:44 AM)
[ In addition to that whole size and armor thing, extra health levels on the Apocalyptic. So, Ar'siuqqa really does look like a tank. 11 HL. ]

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 1:30:25 AM)
(Dear lord!)

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 1:35:07 AM)
*Her shoes forgotten and left in the swamps, she at least remembered to scoop up her jewellry from the hood of his car on her way to the passengers seat. Depositing the glittering stones in the little tray between his seat and hers she leans back and raises up her quickly swelling foot on the dashboard looking at it curiously for a moment, before she turned to him with that lovely smile once more on her lips.* Flesh has always been a thing of beauty mon amie, ours far more so than the flesh of these wayward children spread like locusts through the world. *Her head tilting to the side, the hint of wickedness peeks into her eyes.* Still you are right, that despite our anger and dissapointments there is much enjoyment to be had from the positions we all find ourselves in no? But then again it is not so strange that one passion should beget another, did you not say that there was no true line between anger and hate?

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:35:55 AM)
[ Anger and hate, or love and hate? ;) ]

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 1:36:09 AM)
(love and hate! my bad)

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:40:52 AM)
*He nodded quietly, offering a smile in return at first and little else. Still, grains of sand were all but embedded in his gumline. It was literally seconds before they were back at the "compound," and once more Nahuel was out of the vehicle to assist her exit.* True. Love, hate. Sex, violence. Funny how it all blurs together. How one can heighten another. Verily, some of the most amazing sex comes after arguments, right? Wait, did I say Verily? Fuck, wrong century. *He chuckled and grinned, calling up to Luis.* Luis! Icepacks, mixed drinks, fire! *And the pair of injured, slightly inebriated, dirty, and jovial Demons moved into the home.*

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:41:12 AM)
[ We ignoring the Awareness? Honestly thinking that Nahuel wouldn't even mention due to circumstances. ]

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 1:41:46 AM)
(What awareness?)

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:42:26 AM)
[ Legion tagged me that there was an "unclean" feeling, awareness tingles coming from the city. ]

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 1:45:59 AM)
*She laughs softly, leaning upon his shoulder as she hops her way towards his house, through the door and towards the warmth of the crackling fire she remembered. Eyes sparkling she slides into the nearest seat available and looks over towards him.* Perhaps, though I must admit my fury when roused becomes a thing that it is almost impossible to control no? I think you saw it when last I was here and I felt us all under attack. *Taking a deep breath she looks down to her foot and closes her eyes for a moment. Still now, he feels her touch once more upon the air as the smile lingers around her lips and becoming perfectly still her body knits itself whole once more. Bone reknitting, swelling falling away and bruising paling until her skin is as perfect and untouched as it was before the fight.* (Spending 1 faith and taking a round to heal all bashing)

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 1:46:53 AM)
(lol Violet didn't pick up on it. If Nahuel wants to go chasing after it she will, though she would probably be happier having a few drinks before the fire and getting clean/raiding his wardrobe again)

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:50:42 AM)
[ Oh you fucker. Don't get to play nurse! ;D ]

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 1:51:28 AM)
(lol there's a joke about a sponge bath in there somewhere I'm sure)

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:51:40 AM)
[ Oh, totally. Nurse / Soldier syndrome. *Laughs* ]

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 1:53:14 AM)
(lol)

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 1:54:39 AM)
There's a beauty to letting it consume you. Though nothing like what the Rabisu are capable of when their Torment overtakes them. It's a thing of beauty. Like a creature completely devoid of emotion, thought, everything but purpose and direction. That's why I moved alongside them in the Ebon so firmly. We were a force. Though, admittedly, not enough of one. *When the pair entered, the frosty drinks were prepared and Luis was preparing the wood fire in the massive fireplace. He gave a nod in their direction, while Nahuel pointed at the drinks, then the remote.* As much as I love our creations, I really must rinse this off me. *He chuckled, pausing.* Fitting. Employing yours to clean onesself of mine. Oh, the innuendos possible. *He laughed again, stripping as he walked down the hallway towards the bathroom.*

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 1:59:11 AM)
Strange how it is easier to imagine being devoid of thought than trying to picture myself devoid of emotion, but perhaps that too is simply a part of what I am no? *Wriggling her ankle a little to assure herself that it was returned to normal she stands up and tests the feel of her weight upon it. Satisfied she smiles and looks up in time to see him walking down the hallway away from her, taking a moment to admire the mid step strip, her voice falling momentarily silent. Grinning as she realised what she was in fact doing she shakes her head.* Nahuel, do you mind if I raid your wardrobe once more and use your shower?

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 2:07:32 AM)
Not at all, *He called back, and showered. The steam that poured out of the cracked door showed the Annunaki cultivated temperatures that perhaps only the Neberu were generally enjoying. Though the enjoyment of heat seemed to bleed even into the Argentinian's personal preferences as well. Luis finished setting up the fire and skittered off to the direction of Nahuel's downstairs closet, beckoning the woman to follow but keeping his eyes on the ground after the lapse in his strength of will. Plucking up a set of clothing, he moved towards the bathroom and set it down therein, before returning to the bar for more drink preparations. A clattering of medication showed he knew his Master well.*

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 2:10:16 AM)
Merci. *A softly spoken word of thanks given to the serving man she slips into the downstairs bathroom, the water turning on and quickly heating. A glint of mischief showing momentarily in her eyes, the remembered pain of the ankle still fresh she focusses her thoughts for a moment and Nahuel finds his shower suddenly freezing cold, all heat sapped from the water for a full three seconds before it returns to normal.*

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Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 2:15:29 AM)
There was quite literally a momentary scream from the other bathroom, followed by a pound on the wall and laughter. Afterwards, if she were careful, she could pick up on even Luis laughing a little in clipped tones. Having not healed as she did, Nahuel took quite a bit longer in the shower to nurse his wounds, preferring to treat them in the mundane fashions to get used to physiology. When he finally emerged from the shower, it was of course, another pair of jeans and a long sleeve white thermal. The difference was some black thread dangling from his lower lip where the man had done his own stitches in the mirror. Luis noticed quickly, and crushed four pills to stir into the whiskey sour he handed over.

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 2:18:34 AM)
*By the time he emerged Violetta was just as before sitting before the fire with a comb in hand. Wearing one of his overly long shirts that acted as a short dress she dried her hair before the flames, combing out the knots as she did so, her skin free of makeup and scent as she takes a moment to enjoy the natural surrounds that his property seemed to insist upon. A smile on her lips she turns around to look over to him as he enters, her lovely voice tinged with a hint of playfullness.* Feel better after a nice relaxing shower mon amie?

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 2:24:42 AM)
Oh, of course. Bitch. *He grinned and killed one drink, taking the second Luis had to offer almost in stride as he moved towards one of the windows to prop it open. There were no blinds to speak of, and the cool breeze of the evening thick with moisture cruised into the living room, intermingling with the fireplace heat. Criscrossing of temperatures contrasted against one another as the prevailing forces of air within combatted for dominance. Nahuel smelled, still, like a man. If not for a bit of peppermint here and there from brushed teeth and bodywash, from scalp to toe. He leaned on the windowsill and turned back to steal a glimpse and sniff, nodding mostly to himself while turning back towards the outlying wilds.* Prefer you like this. As was intended. Nothing to fuck it up. Kind of like a steak all dolled up with spices, herbs, and sauces. *Another stolen glance backward.* Just detracts from the original flavor. Perfect as is. *He sipped again, turning to the crickets song.*

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 2:31:31 AM)
*She smiles gently over at him, the line between Liaphon and Violet blurring as the compliment, intended for both, touches each creature within her. Pausing mid brush stroke she lay the comb momentarily upon her thigh watching him with a smile that seemed more natural and relaxed here, an expression more for herself than for those around her.* Merci Nahuel. Though all those things are necessary to move in the world I do and weild the power that I hold. The city is a pit of vice and shadows, with the right word, the right smile, a glance towards the correct person I can ... direct it. You understand oui? *Her eyes remaining upon the back of his head as he looks out the window she pauses for a moment before admitting to something she hadn't told anyone else.* She hated it, hated herself for being a part of it. She was a musician originally, the company found her and groomed her, twisted her to their will and she despised herself for letting them do that. For months before she died she didn't touch any

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 2:32:31 AM)
instrument at all. She felt she had become unworthy of the music.

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 2:35:59 AM)
[ Sorry, was cracking CS5 on Del's comp. Back. Reading. ]

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 2:45:21 AM)
(And np :) )

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 2:45:24 AM)
*Taking another sip from the highball glass, he rolled the words over in his mind before replying. One arm slid down to his lower back, the one that had been dislocated. The other's palm leveled atop the glass as it sat in the windowsill between drinks. When he spoke, it was hushed and controlled, carried by the breeze.* Fitting, though. Isn't it? Your placement made the most sense out of ours. Why I was gifted with a headstrong programmer is beyond me. Maybe the Creator saw fit to guide the hand of Fate once more in a final "Fuck you, I can still control your path, Child." Your Husk plays to your strengths. Mine forces me to balance. But... it teaches. *He plucked up the glass, moving towards where Violetta sat to slide in beside her.* Lets you know your previous limitations. Pushes you towards and past them. Balances. Still fucking frustrating. The Forge isn't my place. Never was. But getting there at least. *He smiled slightly, gently inebriated. Getting moreso by the moment. She had her admission, he gave

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 2:45:40 AM)
he gave his. Ar'siuqqa was indeed, no Mummu. Obvious by his true shape.* You're welcome, by the way. Not necessarily meant as a compliment. Just an observation and an admission of my own preferences. Though I doubt many will agree. *He chuckled once more, taking another slug of whiskey.*

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 2:53:10 AM)
*She smiles gently at him as he comes to join her, legs crossing while she watches his face, the slight shifts in his expressions.* At least it's true, it's clean, what you do. It may be a chance but it's honest no? Everything that I am, everything that I was and can be is focussed in building this army for the resummation of the war. To winning the great victory so that we can burn the corruption from this world in one great fire and recreate it in the purity that it was intended for but... *she pauses as she watches him, a question in her deep blue eyes that held no answer.* But if I lose myself in all this corruption, in all these compromises, if I use their own grubbiness against them, how soon before I too am corrupted? *She shakes her head a little to brush away the thought, fingertips reaching up to touch at the improptu stitches he had made in his own skin.* You did not heal?

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 2:53:31 AM)
(Chance = Change)

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 2:58:45 AM)
We may not always have the abilities we have now. It's not hindering me, and each step is a step towards more and more knowledge. Wisdom. There's little reason to lean upon the Supernatural when there's so much to learn from the Natural. One could boil the earth beneath a doe to capture it, but what purpose would that serve beside focusing on the past? We're a dichotomy. Two things at once. Angel, Demon. Demon, Mortal. Fallen, if you will. But we are what we are, and if we cling to the old, we'll fall even further. *He turned to face her, not realizing the conversation had taken a turn towards the solemn and serious until her expression was noted. Nahuel smiled somewhat lopsided, influenced by the medication. Which, he sampled again before speaking. A creak outside told the tale that Luis had taken his post there, and was cleaning the shotgun while adjusting on the bench. Continuing, he spoke quietly as the flame was stoked by a breeze.* You, like all of us, will simply do the best you can, Liaphon. If you sl

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 2:59:05 AM)
slip, I will catch you. As you've caught me. Though you've already got a small Armada planning much the same. *He chuckled, smiling deeply.*

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 3:05:40 AM)
Everyone is loyal to those that are beyond them, above them. Strength must be respected where weakness cannot be. *Her voice soft she continues to watch him, that magnetic quality of her eyes making it almost impossible to look away once she'd captured a gaze in her sights.* And you are right that there are many pledged to my protection, they are determined to present me to the Morningstar whole and safe when he returns and it is their loyalty to him that motivates them oui? What I question, is not whether they will succeed in this task, but whether I will still be worthy to be raised as I once was... but then that is my struggle no? For though we may exist in a dichotomy Ar'siuqqa, beyond and above all else we are Elohim. We have existed before the concept of time and we shall exist long after it. What shall be allowed to change without us willing to change it? *She smiles gently at him once more, her fingers finally falling from his injured face.* None of which explains why you do not heal yourself

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 3:15:01 AM)
Education, Banner. There is no requirement to bring brevity to injury. If the circumstance requires, I'll heal. But in the meantime, our bodies are more than capable. We're, as we've both said, both. So why lean on one? Learn the other, cultivate the other. The Rabisu press that length and understand that link better than any of us are remotely capable, and it's a fact I envy. Control over this Husk. Knowledge of it. Something that'll aid well in the oncoming Apocalypse. *He sucked his lower lip back into his mouth once more, running teeth across the stitchings before tilting his head and nodding at the Lammasu.* It's unfortunate, if your various cohort simply assist in an effort to jockey for political gain. Such reasons are why I've been slow at best to fall in line with the Crimson, if you'll accept the criticism. *His head tilted once more, a little further.* Everything was so much more pure in the Ebon. Perhaps a paradise for the Neberu, but we had our purpose, our choices. Our Brothers and Sisters. It w

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 3:15:16 AM)
wasn't You against Me. Not as it is now, not as i was after Ebon's fall. At least, in my contingent. The infighting is what infuriates the most. Treating those you march with, that you fly with, as little more than stepping stones when the circumstances deem fit. I'd blaze trails and die for my Brothers, and they literally did the same. *He sighed, looking down at the sweat on the glass. Eyes had a habit of drifting towards the line of her thigh, never fully being capable of ignoring the beauty, or the incredible voice she had.* I do not mean to affront. Nor state that it was the rule amongst ours. But things were nonetheless different. *He paused, giving a weak smile and inspecting the curve of her shoulder beneath his own clothing.*

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 3:24:36 AM)
*She shakes her head in responce, her eyes drifting over his shoulder as memories of the past crowd her thoughts, clash there with the truth of the present and leave her mind and emotions conflicted.* It wasn't like that, not then, not now. It was not a jockying for position, or when it was, when it became like that it wasn't for personal power, it was for something more. Something I can't explain, a feeling that you had to have known for yourself. *Her eyes shift back to him, catching his gaze upon her skin with a smile that spoke of understanding.* We loved him you see, a love so fierce, so burning, that it still resonates within us. None of you knew that comfort. Your god turned his back upon you, denied you, attempted to destroy you and there was nothing for you to fill that hole within other than your rage. We had Him. It is that love, the desire to be close to Him that motivates them Ar'siuqqa, not the petty struggle for personal power. *Her hand raising, the back of her fingers runs lightly d

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 3:26:38 AM)
down the side of his face.* You cling to this duality, to this form, to Nahuel to give you new meaning in this world. The others prepare things for His return, for our final march towards vicoty: An -I- am one of those things. *She looks to him in question, for some unknown reason needing him to feel the meaning of her words.* Do you understand? Can you understand?

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 3:33:39 AM)
I understand. But it seems... selfish, yet. Holding you as a gem, which is exactly what you are, but... *He trailed off, contemplating the phrasing.* It feels as though they protect you for their own benefit. As a dog keeps a soft grip upon a mallard which it brings to it's owner, waiting for the toy, or smattering of love. It wants to, but the motivations are, or appear to be, inherently rooted in personal gain. I, and mine, fought much as you do, under the direction of our superiors of course. But those superiors, I saw on the same level as I see you, Liaphon. I loved them as family. Though, of course, without the admitted duality of a Mortal existence, I didn't want to fuck them. *He grinned at her, taking another drink and leaning back.* We both appear to have these lofty, headstrong ideals about our own decisions and mannerisms. Choices and respective fundamentals. To be expected, I suppose. Though lofting The Morningstar to the position of The Creator is no opinion I'll ever hold. Especially when both a

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 3:33:43 AM)
appear to be gone from this plane. [ *Braces for impact.* ]

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 3:39:25 AM)
*She opens her mouth to speak, her blue eyes beginning to fill with a light he hadn't seen there before, a sound barely having time to form upon her tongue she suddenly frowns and looks to the side as her name is evoked and her attention called far away.* Locaeris what has happened? *She pauses, the frown deepening as she shakes her head.* Where are you? Non, we will be there soon, just wait. *Turning back to Nahuel she offers a quick apologetic smile.* It seems the night will not allow for us to talk and flirt until you finally work yourself to the point of kissing me. So since that must wait, will you help me come to the rescue of one of our bretheren and discover exactly what has taken place tonight?

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 3:44:50 AM)
Oh, so you're one of -those.- The type that thumbs through the book to the end, working towards culmination. Where's the love of the hunt? The enjoyment of pattering back and forth? *He grinned deeply and leaned forward to kiss her briefly on the lips, pausing to savor the taste. A nod afterwards, the surreptitious gesture cut short, he rose up and offered a hand. The taste Nahuel gave off, of course, was tainted by his own blood and thread mixed with the prickle of growth on face.* We killing something?

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 3:48:05 AM)
*She laughs softly at his first words, the kiss no more than a brief brush of the lips as urgent matters take hold of her mind. Her bag swept up as she starts towards the door, she doesn't stop to change, her dress now no more than a rag and her shoes forgotten in the swamps.* It is possible mon amie, then again all is possible non? We will not know until we arrive.

Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 3:49:49 AM)
*He nodded, grabbing for the keys and signalling for Luis to follow behind in the vehicle. And as such, they drove off towards wherever Violetta determined destination. Vroom vroom.*

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 3:50:03 AM)
(Damnit! You just wanted to beat my shortest post! :P)

Violetta duBois (May 7, 2011 3:50:11 AM)
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Nahuel Ramos (May 7, 2011 3:50:33 AM)
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