Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 8:37:24 PM)
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Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 8:39:52 PM)
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Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 8:44:38 PM)
(( one sec checking with an ST about somethin ))

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 8:59:57 PM)
The Toreador was in all white once more, a dress similar to the one from the other evening. Bare feet and legs and her shimmering copper hair caught the blaze of the flames and seemingly caught fire itself, or at least thats how it looked as the woman moved around the circle with the other women who danced. Under her eyes were white markings with a pasty paint. It almost blended with the color of her pale skin as she moved with an animalistic nature with the other celebrants as 3 to 4 men played drums of different sizes and sounds the beats they called forth were to appease the spirits. The dance was to appease the Gods....This had not been the first ceremony that the bayou born Creole Amaryllis had been to. Her room mate when she had first come to New Orleans in the sixties had been practicing Houdun. Rylie herself was Catholic, yet a funny thing about Catholics, they were a superstitious lot...The chant fell from her mouth as she spun about the fire, seemingly unbothered by its warmth and heat that bounced

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 9:00:22 PM)
that bounced off her body with its flickering light.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 9:00:23 PM)
06/25/11 00:50:32 Amaryllis DeCuir rolls 4 dice vs. diff of 6 to Courage: 4, 9, 6, 9 ,W: 4 successes

Madeleine Durant (Jun 24, 2011 9:07:06 PM)
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Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 9:09:08 PM)
*Deacon had heard something from, probably Rylie, dressed in a white loose half buttoned button down, and a pair of white pants, it felt strange to be dressed in such a way. He walked along hearing the beat of the drums. He moved towards the fire when his sharp feline eyes saw Rylie, making his way closer and closer. Remaining silent for now though as he watched her moving and chanting.*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 9:11:13 PM)
The sound of the drums from the bank of the river invited those that could hear the call, to come dance. Men and women both moved about the bonfire with stamps and twirls. Bodies bounced off each other with a slick heat of the humidity of the nearby bayou coming off the river bank and the closeness of the fire. Among them was Rylie who danced as if nothing could touch her. Gold eyes distant as if she really were communing with ghosts. There were about 10 to 15 people dancing with about 20 to 30 others milling about. A few contained barrels of flame and one small bonfire. To the side was 3 to 4 men playing different drums of skin and steel. The sounds combined calling out to Vooduin Spirits and Gods. (( <-- for Madeleine ))

Madeleine Durant (Jun 24, 2011 9:11:57 PM)
(ty)

Madeleine Durant (Jun 24, 2011 9:15:35 PM)
*having come by cab, as always, she makes the car stop a ways from where Rylie had said to be, paying the smelly guy with a look of distaste along with his money before shutting the back door and making her way down towards the river...she'd heard the drums long before they got close enough for her to think of walking the rest of the way, having had the window open to stave off the stench from the front seat, though the stench of the river wasn't always much better....she continues though, in white, casual linen pants and a white tank top and white sandals, her hair down, moving towards the chosen spot*

Carla Martinez (Jun 24, 2011 9:16:27 PM)
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Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 9:20:15 PM)
A larger woman came forth holding a completely white snake around her shoulders dancing in and out of the circle throwing sparks off the fire as she stamped so close she might catch fire. The woman stopped dead and the drums slowed to a steady thump thump thump like a heartbeat. She pulled out a knife and sliced the snakes belly...letting its essence drip onto the bank before her as she chanted slowly." Papa Legba open the gate for me, ago e! Atibon Legba open the gate for me! Open the gate for me, Papa, for me to pass, When I return, I will thank the lwa." The snakes blood glistened in a pool of inky oil like blood flames flickered off it in reflections.. the whole atmosphere was charged with rum drunkened believers...

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 9:23:37 PM)
Amaryllis' white painted face was emotionless as she chanted along, still dancing with the thump of the drums each movement slow and deliberate as she watched the snake writhe and die in the Priestess' hands. Eyes flickered briefly off the woman and around the fire, landing first on Madeleine...and then Deacon...a white flash of a grin in her face as the fire seemingly captured her around the bend. It would be moments before she danced around again to see Durant and McCarthy....

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 9:24:08 PM)
*He moved up to the dancing and twirling Rylie and he stared into the flames over her shoulder as the woman sacrificed the snake. His feline gaze watching the flickering fire, When she noticed him, he grinned abit ferally as he met her eyes*

Carla Martinez (Jun 24, 2011 9:24:22 PM)
*Having been somehow conned into coming along, Carla showed up as instructed. Wearing a simple white kaftan that was gathered under the bust and brushed against her mid thigh, feet bare, looking both inoccent and feminine at the same time. It was enough to make those who knew the burly Brujah look twice, more of her milky white skin than had ever been on Public displace before*

Madeleine Durant (Jun 24, 2011 9:24:27 PM)
*she stands where she is, a bit away from the rest, dark eyes watching the fire, the snake, the dancers*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 9:29:32 PM)
She reached an arm out and twined it about his shoulder and pulled him with her, he would need to move quick as she pulled him into the dance, the large woman was on her knees now as the dancers kept chanting, she seemingly spoke in tongues her body jerking... was this an act. Perhaps the Kindred knew... but it was fun to watch the Kine in the throes of their drink and religion. A drunken orgy was not uncommon at these ceremonies...the baser instincts of mortals coming to the forefront. The people that worshipped Voodoo, had no doubt that Vampires existed.. they just chose to act ignorant....but their belief in beasts like Rylie Deacon Madeleine and Carla was an underlying current in the charged air about them. The woman grabbed the writhing snake whos blood still ran and she squeezed it flailing it about so spatters singed and sizzled the flames. The smell of blood hinting at the senses. Her voice spoke in his ear. "I wasn't sure any of ya'll would come..." She grinned then and twirled again...bare feet stam

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 9:29:40 PM)
bare feet stamping the ground.

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 9:32:27 PM)
*He moved in against her as she twined her arm around his shoulder, and he followed her movements perhaps not as perfectly, but he was dextrous and moved with a feline grace. He danced along and smiled speaking back to her* Now I couldnt well pass up this invite Rylie *He chuckled*

Carla Martinez (Jun 24, 2011 9:33:42 PM)
*Carla seemed.... warey of the Fire's, her eyes flicking between them as she kept herself about the edges. Perhaps the terribly young Kindred had met her match with the flames. She kept herself mostly hiding back in the shadows somewhere, observing the some what odd rituals* ( 06/25/11 01:31:21 Carla Martinez rolls 4 dice vs. diff of 6 to Courage: 1, 10, 8, 4 : 1 successes )

Madeleine Durant (Jun 24, 2011 9:33:46 PM)
*she moves in closer, deftly ditching her shoes, tucking the long pendant necklace inside her shirt before looking back towards the rest of the bunch, giving herself a moment or two for inspiration, and to truly feel the beat*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 9:39:22 PM)
The woman still speaking and jerking in tongues screamed as she danced around the dancers in an outer ring. Some that had been watching jumped up and started dancing about the ring with them. Deacon and Rylie about the inner circle, the mysterious large Priestess in the outer ring dancing with the dead snake about her shoulders.....Rylie's eyes trailed to Madeleine and she flashed the woman a grin. Her white streaked pale face almost macabre in the light. Drums pounded voices chanted...Rylie saw Carla in the outskirts...her eyes trailed the woman before she looked at Deacon.. "You never been to one of these?"

Madeleine Durant (Jun 24, 2011 9:42:19 PM)
*she smiles back to Amaryllis, some sparkly, white-sheened make-up glinting in the light of the fire, only a moment, accenting her eyes and lips, the ballerina finding her groove, hips starting to move along with the rhythm, though she seems to enjoy being with some of the outer dancers for now, her courage not there yet either*

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 9:42:43 PM)
No, voodooo isnt that big in the west, though I have seen some native american rituals when I was young. *He chuckled and danced around the inner circle with Rylie, his pale chest gleaming abit in the firelight, his feline eyes flicking to the others following Rylie's gaze*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 9:45:10 PM)
Red hair spun about her as she moved, the Toreador bounced off Deacon easily as she turned her attention back to the Priestess who chanted for enterance into the spirit worlds to meet Papa Legba. Rylies eyes seemed transfixed for a long moment...as if the woman hoped she herself could speak with the Voodoo God.

Madeleine Durant (Jun 24, 2011 9:52:48 PM)
*she continues dancing with a few followers near where she'd paused to leave her shoes, the group inching its way towards the rest of those around the fire, the intensity of their stomping and spinning increasing as they make their first round about the bonfire, even if Madeleine still sticks to the outer portion of the circle*

Carla Martinez (Jun 24, 2011 9:54:39 PM)
*Carla began to let herself go a little, her eyes closing as she listened to the drums. They were so loud, almost minicing a frantic heart beat. Her hips swaying a little she picked out one drum bet to follow in her dance as the simple swaying became more of an actual dance*

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 9:57:53 PM)
*He chuckled at Rylie when she bounced off him and he moved along, as he watched the priestess, his dark eyes studying her then the others, wondering if he can pick out believers from drunken revelers*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 9:58:56 PM)
The Priestess let out another gasp and wail followed by more jerking and wrangling of the now dead limp snake. The woman begged Papa Legba to let her commune with the dead and fell to the ground as people danced around her chanting with her. The drums pitched wildly and the dancing twirled faster and faster, the Kine were pairing off, male to female female to female male to male...it didn't matter, everything was based around instinct, primal, carnal...every move was made by the inner animal. Most were drunk on the bottles and drums and gourds of rum being passed around, they were ripe for the picking of any of the Kindred that had joined the ceremony.

Madeleine Durant (Jun 24, 2011 10:06:08 PM)
*Madeleine's dancing begins consuming her whole being, not really mimicking the others around her, but mostly melding with their movements, the dance seeming modern and lyrical and ancient all at the same time, hair sweeping from side-to-side, arms moving in large, flowy arcs as her feet continue the same march around the flames with those that are still left*

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 10:09:43 PM)
*He smirked as they began pairing off and this time his arm went around Rylie's shoulders as they danced to the chanting, his voice chiming in with the others every now and again with the chanting, though, obviously not a true believer of their faith*

Carla Martinez (Jun 24, 2011 10:10:06 PM)
*She frowned a moment, her eyes opening as she bit on her lower lip and took a step back. Those big brown eyes skipped over each face, each body, her gut turning over and over again as her dance began to slow and she began... simply observing*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 10:14:29 PM)
Rylie as well, moved as Madeleine did. The music seemingly consuming the Toreador as she lost herself in the moment. The beauty of the tribal feel to it was not lost to the Creole Nawlins native. This was her heritage, had she not grown up Catholic, she surely would have grown up this way. The Priestess continued her gibbering before standing leaping and jumping dead snake in hand and ran for the bank of the rivers edge splashing into the cool waters whipping the dead snake as sacrifice...Those that were true believers went along, others consumed by the spirits of lust moved off into the brush or their cars to consumate their newfound religion. Rylie grinned and continued dancing to the drums.. they would not stop til the night ended... playing a pulsing beat for those to dance pray or sin too..

Madeleine Durant (Jun 24, 2011 10:19:20 PM)
*her spins speed up some, though she doesn't seem to have any trouble continuing them, despite moving around in a circle with them, apparently a professional when it came to spotting her turns to not get dizzy*

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 10:20:37 PM)
*He stays alongside the rose he had been dancing with. Smirking faintly as some moved off to private little corners and shakes his head faintly, white teeth gleaming in the fire light. He stretched and danced to the beat of the drums*

Carla Martinez (Jun 24, 2011 10:24:45 PM)
*Her rest seemed to raise and fall in quick succession as she continued to watch. The memories, the visions, all flooding back to her. The water against her skin. The sand shoveled on top of her. How it crushed the last of the light from her eyes before she awoke with that.... Unstoppable hunger. She remembered how it felt to drain the life out of the mortal... And the Fire. The Dancing... The Drums...*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 10:30:01 PM)
Eyes caught on Carla and she slowed only a step before attempting not to stumble she grabbed Deacons hand and jerked her head towards the unmoving Brujah who seemed lost in the moment, or in a reverie... she wasn't sure.

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 10:31:44 PM)
Could just be the flames, strange affects they have on different people *He looked at Rylie as she grabbed him by the hand, and he tugged her in to his side to perhaps cover the near stumble*

Madeleine Durant (Jun 24, 2011 10:33:29 PM)
*her spins slow again, moving around a pretty tall fellow as he dance around in the circle, her eyes clearly flirting with him, even visible at a distance*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 10:37:46 PM)
(( one sec diaper change ))

Carla Martinez (Jun 24, 2011 10:37:47 PM)
*That flick of red hair caught Carla's gaze and she turned, moving away from the flames, the dancing. Pushing a lock of white hair from her features she felt the cools nights breeze caress against her cheek and that welling emotion filled her once again.*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 10:48:19 PM)
(( back sorry ))

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 10:49:23 PM)
(wb)

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 10:54:43 PM)
The Toreador glanced around the fire.. people were dwindling it was winding down... the drummers would continue til the wee hours, others would come and fill in the revelers in the river splashed and gave wails to their Gods and Goddesses.. the Priestess continued to jerk about invoking deep in the water to her waist. Those still around the fire dancing were doing so out of joy. Rylie watched Madeleine and smiled fondly before pulling Deacon by his hand out of the ring and moved towards Carla... her familiar voice ringing in the Brujahs ears. "Carla....are you alright?"

Madeleine Durant (Jun 24, 2011 10:55:20 PM)
*after the guy says something to her, her dancing comes to a stop, long enough to start following along after him, heading back the way she'd come, the white glow of her clothing going grey as the light lessens before disappearing completely as the two exit the circle of light from the flames* (thanks for the rp all. night!)

Madeleine Durant (Jun 24, 2011 10:55:30 PM)
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Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 10:55:54 PM)
*He moved as Rylie tugged at him and he walked over by Carla and nodded to her when they got near to the other lady, he remained silent however*

Carla Martinez (Jun 24, 2011 10:57:55 PM)
*she turned and looked to Rylie as she spoke, her gut turning still* ... I.... *Well she couldn't use the old "I'm not feeling to well" bullshit... Now what?!* I just think I should go home... This... It's all a bit to... Familiar.... in a less than pleasant sense.... I.. I should just go...

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:00:54 PM)
She watched the Brujah closely a moment and nodded. "Alright... I'm sorry..I didn't know..." And she truly hadn't had a clue.. this was something Rylie did to cut loose, and the feeding from these events was ridiculously easy.

Carla Martinez (Jun 24, 2011 11:05:10 PM)
*She shook her head a little* It's not your fault Rylie.... I need to rid myself of these things... I just.... I'm sorry... Please don't take to much offence... I just.... I can't...

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 11:07:00 PM)
Sometimes it is best to remove ones self from a situation that is disconcerting. *He nodded as he looked at Carla* You should take care.

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:07:01 PM)
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Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:09:40 PM)
*River was a strong word... Swamp water, polution and river boats did not a river make in his opinion! None the less, the drummers were going to be out tonight and he didn't want to miss it. He passes through the small crowds, smiling brightly from person to person, nodding at the few random ones he knows, making his way forwards to where he could hear and see the drummers easily. With auspex, he could have done that from a hill a mile away, but it sapped the power of the sound not to feel it in your chest*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:09:47 PM)
"Okay..." She nodded...her face looked concerned for a moment before she stepped back and allowed the Brujah passage to leave. "I understand..." She said hald heartedly... she didn't understand.. the feeding would be primed and easy, and the plethora of morsels to choose from was astounding. "Have a safe evening...." She nodded after the woman and looked back a small way to the bonfire, eyes never truly taking in the small blaze. The drumming continued and her feet itched to continue dancing... a grin and the Toreador twirled in a spin of white cotton and bare legs and feet...the swirling veil of red hair spun about her again. Arms raised as she smirked at the Gangrel to follow her back towards the flames that they had both courageously faised before.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:10:15 PM)
half*

Carla Martinez (Jun 24, 2011 11:10:50 PM)
*She watched the proceedings for a moment longer, before wrapping her arms about herself and making her way off into the darkness* (Nini times!)

Carla Martinez (Jun 24, 2011 11:10:54 PM)
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Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:10:57 PM)
annnnd faced*

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 11:12:45 PM)
*He smiled and turned with her back to the fire and watched the flashing of bare legs and feet, whistling as he looked at her. Grinning he moved with her into the dance, and the chanting. Moving to the drum beat*

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:14:56 PM)
*After a while he made his way past the Toreador and the Gangrel. Naturally, he remembered Rylie... Deacon seemed... Passingly familar? Maybe it's that 'all freal dirt bags are the same' feeling he gets from ALL of his filthy, would be kin. He folded his arms with a grin and watched them brave the flames. He made no such motoins to do so himself. One of his well polished shoes slapped the earth in time with the drums*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:20:20 PM)
And it was on a turn that Rylie spun eyes landing on Mikhail with a locked flicker of recognition. She stumbled then bouncing off Deacon with a thunk before she caught herself and narrowed her gaze continuing to dance she twirled again, her bare feet on the earth moved with a stamp and a stomp before she nodded at Deacon with a -hold on a second- glance and stepped from the ring of dancers in front of Poe. Her voice was curious and she lifted a brow. "Are you free of your own accord...or were you released...?" And then she laughed, her face was cool....her voice soft the accent heavier than normal this evening, had she been drinking from a rum drunk reveler. "As if I should believe anything you tell me..." It was evident the Primogen, had been embarrassed by his betrayal...of his lies that she had suspected but could never prove...everything he had said had been believable. Lesson 1. Ravnos 101...never trust a Ravnos.

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:22:29 PM)
A little of collum A, a little of collum B... Why? You gonna take your chances and turn me in, Rylie sweetie? *Pouting, he scuffs his foot on the earth with an innocent look, thou his eyes tell a whole other story. He speaks up over the sound of the drums, his slight Russian accent making his words a little sing song in nature, but the accent so long burried it's almost nothing.* Besides, what are you so sore about? I thought I did pretty good by you.... Comparitivly.

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 11:24:26 PM)
*He nodded to her and stepped from the circle, though he gave the pair some space. His feline eyes studying the pair. He could sense her uneasiness. He crossed his arms over his chest, his boots digging abit into the dirt abit*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:24:42 PM)
"Yes, the entirety of the Court, now doubt me and think I was in league with you....you did quite well in painting the target on my ass as well your own.." She grinned and looked a bit curious at his accent. "For fucks sake...even your accent was fake... who the hell are you....definitely not Michael Poe hm?" She asked defiantly...he did well by her... pah... if that was well she'd hate to see him do her wrong..

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:26:45 PM)
Don't dwell on something silly like a name. Michael Poe, Marcus Pile, Malcom Putter, Mirthas Pollock. *Waving a hand airly, dismissing the noises.* Whatever you feel most comfortable with is fine now, love. Actually, I'm glad I ran into you. I've got a wounderful little bit of news that I wanted to trade to you... But first, that guy you're with? Don't I know him from some place?

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:28:22 PM)
"I dunno... do you?" She glanced over her shoulder at Deacon and then looked back at the Ravnos with a cunning smile. "He was in attendance at our Party..." And thats all she offered to the mysterious Kindred before her, though her curiousity was piqued. "What type of news?"

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:29:25 PM)
Oh yeah! He was with X and his 'meat head' patrol. Thank God your council of adolescents put THEM on duty, else we'd have never walked out of there with a Prince that night, eh? *Laughing brightly, he nudged her with a grin* C'mon, tell me that wasn't a LITTLE fun?

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 11:30:36 PM)
(thinks someone is abit confused, hehe)

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:31:48 PM)
(Just lumping you racist *Clanest?*-ly in with the others ;) )

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 11:32:13 PM)
*His brow twitched slightly as he watched the pair, and paced slowly back and forth, staying near, but not too near as he stood behind Rylie*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:33:36 PM)
She gritted her teeth and swayed with the nudge....cocking her head to the side she shook her head.. "I don't think he was, but it doesn't matter...what happened that night was a travesty... and I have a pretty good idea that you had nothing to do with it... did you, considering you lost the most of us all....well besides Gamel?" She narrowed her eyes on him and crossed her arms. "Whats the news Michael..." She said his name on a catch of breath, as if she knew it wasn't right, but had no other name to use.

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:35:17 PM)
I haven't really lost anything. The great thing about having nothing and no interest in any of the things that go on is that when they go wrong it doesn't really make a heck of a lot of difference... Mind you, I'd love to know how that crazy Lunactic put one and one together. Getting caught isn't so bad, it's just nice to know who put the clues together and how... Anyway, enough about me... Ppfftt! As if there is EVER enough about me! But for now, let's talk about you... You're going to be assasinate.

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:35:30 PM)
Politicaly.... More... Not physicaly killed. Sorry, didn't mean to start you.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:36:41 PM)
She stared at him...long hard moments. Her throat moved in a swallow and she lifted her brows. "By whom?"

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:37:21 PM)
Well, let's talk trade. I know who, I know how, and I know exactly how to prove that they are lying... But I'd like you to do a little something for me in return if you don't mind.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:38:17 PM)
Her chin lifted and she lifted a shoulder.. "Now then I guess that all depends on what it is you want me to do for you doesn't it....go on, I'm listening.."

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:38:42 PM)
I want my cup of blood back from Clan Tremere... BEFORE they do anything to it. Every drop. *Nods once.*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:41:18 PM)
"How in the hell do you expect me to manage that..." Her eyes narrowed and she gazed at him and the ludicrous demand he made.

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:43:12 PM)
Oohhh, you could... Wait wait, I don't really Care! *He says with a laugh, pushing you gently in the shoulder* Ask them as a big boon, call in some favours, do something for them, steal it, entrance one, whore yourself, geeze lady I'm not your King Maker now, this is the kind of stuff a good Kindred should know how to do. The point is, ask it of them as a boon or something, bring me the cup, and I'll reveal all to you.

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 11:44:28 PM)
*He watched the man as he spoke with Rylie, his brow twitching, he didnt seem to really trust what he saw, or even any of what floated to him as they spoke*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:47:34 PM)
"How about you reveal half of it right now and then I'll make a phonecall...and see if I can't situate your blood back into your hands..." She narrowed her gaze on him and her look said clearly she wouldn't be doing anything unless he gave up more than just the idle whisper of her political assassination.

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:49:49 PM)
That wouldn't really be any good, now would it?... But.. *Rolling his head a little, he humms a bit as he pokes out his bottom lip.* Okay, I'll tell you this much. Someone is in possesion of evidence that makes you a criminal. It's all nonsense, mind you, but it's undeniable nonsense. If they are going to quietly black mail you, or if they are just going to reveal it to everyone and have you beheaded? I dunno. The important part is that there is a fatal flaw in everything they have that is JUST as undeinable and will reveal them as a sly, lying, backstabbing laughing stock.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:51:43 PM)
She lifted a brow and gave a breath.. she lifted her phone and texted quickly. "I swear to you, if I do this for you and you fuck me over Poe....there will be no hiding from me...." She whispered the last part out. Her mouth a straight line of displeasure.

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:53:03 PM)
I like this new firey attitude! You're smoking hot there, Rylie! Work with that! :D

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 11:55:25 PM)
Hey Rylie, we should get going here soon. He had a feeling, and it was nagging at him. He broke the self imposed boundary. As he walked towards her and stepped up along side the feisty rose*

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:56:12 PM)
He's prolly right... Just as long as you get back to me before the 1st.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:56:36 PM)
She had always had this attitude, who the hell was he kidding. She gazed back at the text and shot another off with a hiss between teeth. Fangs itched at her gum line and she looked over her shoulder at Deacon for a moment. She narrowed her gaze on Mikhail and asked him honestly. "How do I know they won't use it against me before then?" She glared.

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:57:19 PM)
Because they wont have it before then.

Mikhail Poleski (Jun 24, 2011 11:57:28 PM)
That's why I set the date. Work with me here, love.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Jun 24, 2011 11:57:59 PM)
She gritted her teeth and sighed. "How do I get in touch with you..."

Deacon McCarthy (Jun 24, 2011 11:58:18 PM)
Id be very careful about who you work with, but, all things are worth investigating Rylie. *He spoke softly standing at her shoulder now*