Festival of Fool (Open to those with dark souls)

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In truth, it was slightly disappointing they had failed to find the little fox's ever so important 'Shi-sama'. The teen tugged on his arm, crying about how it just wasn't fair. He lightly patted her on the head.
"Life is rarely ever fair, but thats only so we get the chance to become strong - without relying on others. I know a woman around the same age as you, and I sadly burdened her with a lot of things that I really should've done myself. However she's survived, and has become a person admirable of praise. Now, since we can't seem to find your beloved from here, it would seem pointless to simply wander about the entire time - when its very possible he accidently forgot to take you back home with him after finding the party not to his liking. Stress can cause people to be very forgetful, I should know." He laughed slightly, though it seemed slightly... depressed. However, he soon noticed the comment about going 'home' had a left a little distaste in the fox's mouth, and decided to try and cheer her up. Just imagine his previous self doing this, it'd be ridiculous.
"C'mon, we're here at a party, and it seems somethings not quite right." He said as he took the girl's hand.
"May I have this dance?"

[Harrier Braithewaite]

"Watch where you're going, you little bastard." Harrier hadn't even noticed that he'd fallen. The man stared blankly ahead, slowly recollecting his thoughts that had been jumbled by the collision with a hard header. He'd been too focused on ripping people out of his way to... well, in a sense nothing if you didn't count in filling his need for bloodshed. Dark emerald orbs now followed the other man as he walked away from him to get a drink, to walk around, to ogle at a pair of women he'd no interest in...

He picked himself up numbly, still eyeing the man who now situated himself next to a tree, and dug a hand into his inner jacket pocket. Searching for just the right weapon to cut a person was quite difficult for Harrier. It all depended on the so-called victim's attitude, he supposed. There were the thick blades for the not so thick-skinned minds, the thin poison-coated cutters for the slightly paranoid... still, there were just so many different kinds of weapons to do the same thing; he really didn't know which was which til he tried them out. A smile developed onto Harrier's face--a smile that revealed none an intention yet every intention--and he began to walk toward the man.

He would make sure to at least make... a point... to him...

((OOC:...I R SORRY D:))

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

She let out a keening moan as her pretty baby slipped thin fingers into her hair and gripped, tilting her head so Baby could slide her mouth along her jaw to her ear. Gone was the bone skull and Hebe let lidded eyes drink in the lovely that was her partner. She had such white skin, eyes like sea glass, the kind where one threw a bottle so far into the surf it shattered and trapped on the rocks to wear down grey. The soft lids under her eyes were shaded with sleepless bruise; she wanted to push her fingers into them and make it blacker. She settled for dragging her hands down Baby's back to raise thin red lines with her nails, settling on the swell of her hips. Pretty baby groaned in her ear and Hebe hissed as she bit the lobe, squeezing her hands.

"The only way this night could be more perfect is if the world burned tonight." She barked a sharp laugh and nipped the other girl's cheek with her teeth. She stepped forward, forcing the other back and pushing them flush against each other. Jerking her head to release her ear from her pretty, pretty baby's grip, she reached and chomped down on the woman's ear in retaliation, hard, hard for blood and she lapped at the slight wound and smiled and the taste was sharp and copper, fire and sulfur. "A burning globe begets much ash. May it burn, but to the left, so that it may not flame my dress."

She slid her hands down over her baby's rear to grip the underside, then further to pet the softness inner thighs never seem to lose. May they always stay so, for carving lines in them is a treat and a glory for the perpetually untouched. She giggled and mouthed the apex of her ear and jaw, sucking a purple flower to life.

[victoria]

Mana moaned at the harsh bite on her ear, purring as Hebe licked the blood. She trailed her hand down Hebe's back, now that it wasn't gripping her hair. She slid it over Hebe's hips and rear, while arching her back as Hebe's nails went down her back. As Hebe's hands found Mana's inner thigh. She froze for a second, her pale face flushing a light pink, as she let out a soft moan purposely delivered to Hebe's ear, her knees bucking for a second. She chuckled at Hebe's words, "What would be the point of a dress in a world with no one to judge the beauty of a naked body..." she retorted with a sly smirk, before letting out another soft moan as Hebe's lips sucked against her skin, leaving the mark. Mana growled playfully, brushing her cheek against Hebe's, on her way to her lips. She brushed her lips gently against Hebe's, before nibbling on her lower lip, "Mmmm...."

[Zane Burnlight]

Zane sat in the grass, missing his cigarette and nursing his beer. He would have preferred something harder like vodka or whiskey, but he would make do with what he had. He raised the bottle to his lips and took another drink. While his head was up, he caught a glimpse of the kid from earlier. He was smiling like a demon and looked like he was out for blood.

And here I am without a gun, Zane thought glumly. He still had several advantages, though: Britannian military training in Close Quarters Combat, longer reach, and last but not least, he - hopefully - had Lady Luck on his side. He stood up and cracked his neck back and forth, set his legs shoulder-width apart and slightly bent at the knees, poured the rest of the bottle into the grass. A broken beer bottle wasn't exactly the best weapon in the world, but adaptation was part of surviving as a soldier.

The kid was coming closer by the second. Zane kept watch on him out of his peripheral and noted that he seemed to be digging through his pockets; he was armed. That changed the game a little, but not enough to scare the Black Knight. "Please, please, please stick with me," Zane said under his breath. It was the closest thing to a prayer he would ever say.

[rimychu]

one dance

won't kill the world, will I T ? ♥

[/b] [/color], surely she would have though at least once that he wouldn't have left her. Wasn't she at all of an importance to the master? She had believe that she was, she surely still believed she was still somewhat in his life, though this may have just proved her wrong. She felt something come on her, it was this heartful feeling, it had felt as if someone had thrown a heavy rock down her mouth to her throat. Kyu didn't enjoy this feeling at all.

But there was a small touch on her head, Kyu blinked and looked up at her 'mask-hero' patting her. He really thinks she is some kind of lost child, doesn't he? What does he think he is? Patting her like she is some five year old. But Kyu didn't frown, neither did she talk back instead she made a small sneaky smile. It wasn't noticeable, well she wanted it to be not noticeable. She actually likes being patted. Sure, it makes her childish, immature but it always made her feel better. "H-hey." She tried pouting, "I am no kid, I don't need patting" she said as she quickly moved her head away from his hand.

But it seem that he didn't really care, instead he told her something about himself, or something like that. Was this some kind of lecture? Kyu stared at the masked man with confused eyes. 'life is rarely ever fair' the words went through her mind, it is rarely fair, isn't it? She looked at the masked man again but not with confused eyes anymore, it had something in it this time. "you were burdening someone with things you are supposed to do?" She asked him with a small pouting frown. And there she thought he was a manly person, someone who wouldn't burden people but who would take the burden instead like he is doing now.

But really, his next words didn't make things any better. "when it's very possible he accidently forgot to take you back home with him after finding the party not to his liking - stress can cause people to be very forgetful. I should know" She growled, how could Shi-sama actually forgot her go home instead? It made her feel less important than she already was. Way to make her feel better masked hero. But maybe it could be because of stress, Shi-sama is always being stressed with his miletary stuff. She can't blame him that hard now can she? Maybe she should run home and help him from his stress, make him some relaxing tea, a nice warm bath and all that stuff. Yes, and when he is over his stress maybe they could go to another party together.

So that's what she thought but she was stopped. "C'mon, we're here at a party, and it seems somethings not quite right." She blinked as she was about to turn away, what could not be right? Other than the fact that her only beloved person was not here with her anymore, that he had left her because of his so-called stress. "May I have this dance?" He asked as he took her hand, she blinked, her masked hero had asked her to dance. It was like those fantasy books that she has read. The hero asks the maiden the dance, sure she was no maiden, maid - true but no maiden. She stared at his hand touching her's, she never really have touched many hands of the other gender, unless it was Shi-sama's but she rarely even touched his hand. It felt kind of weird and the more important thing was that..she doesn't know what to reply to him. Should she dance with him? His laugh last time did seem a bit depressed, maybe he is too depressed like Shi-sama. So she would be helping someone get off from stress even if it wasn't her master. But who was she to actually help someone rather than her real master?

Deny it, deny it, deny it. "Sure." wait, no it was supposed to be a denial sentence, stupid body, follow the orders dammit. Kyu touched her lips with her other hand, "err.." she moaned, why doesn't her body ever listen to her? She looked back at the masked man and made a small smile, one little dance wouldn't change her life now, would it? So she followed him to the dance floor where she once was found being lost and shouting for her master. The people on the dance floor had surely seem more happier now that the person who was disturbing them had found someone to keep her quiet.

"I am Kyu, by the way" she said introducing herself, "who may you be?" she asked trying to look at mask maybe finding some part of him that she could remember next time she sees him.

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"Sure." The answer was short and quick, but it seemed that her body and mind were not completely agreeing with each other on this one. However she eventually came to turns with it, with him leading to the very dance floor he had found her on earlier. He took up both of her hands, and they began to dance in a slow, rythmic fashion.
"I am Kyu, by the way" Ah, Kyu was it then? It was one consonant away from sounding like 'cute', which she certainly was. "who may you be?"
It was obviously that she was taking gazing at parts of his mask, probably to try and find some facial feature under it to recognize him by. Too bad for her, that he was wearing two masks.
"Me? Well, I'm sorry, but I can't tell you without spoiling it for everyone else. I have another name, but that too, is well... though I guess, once the numbers have thinned a bit, I could reveal my identity." He told her, noticing out of the corner of his eye that his target was still here. Good, he still wanted to contact her for later events. He motioned his and Kyu's dance slowly towards the target and her partner; to be honest those two were about thirty minutes away from finding themselves in a love hotel, from the way they were interacting with each other. It was a quick shove of a piece of paper into the hood of the woman's cape, which probably wouldn't be noticed considering just how intimate she was getting.
The note would read: "Two weeks from now, rooftop of the twelth apartment north of the old Shinjuku central station. A possible contractor."
With that over with, he could back to focusing on his dance wit- or perhaps not. As per usual, his gaze caught something it probably shouldn't have. The man he had earlier talked to was in an aggressive stance, another person approaching towards them, shuffling through their pockets for something, malice intent obvious on their face. If a fight broke out, he'd probably get involved.

[Harrier Braithewaite]

Closer, closer... I need to get closer... With every step he took towards this mortal--probably stronger than him, but still mortal--man, Harrier felt his head pleasantly fog with the coppery scent of bloodlust. He told himself to move faster--though whether it was to teach this bastard a lesson or to quickly satiate his growing thirst to spill blood seemed quite vague--but his clouded mind seemed to make him feel like he was moving slower, as if time was slowly stopping him from reaching his destination. The darker persona had first trudged nonchalantly to the man calling him bastard, but steadily broke into a brisk walk, then a sprint, then eventually a run...

-Aniki, what are you doing?!!- The momentum within him suddenly whirled to a sudden stop, almost making him break into a tumble. Though it had taken him so much to gather the strength to kill, it took the light and concerned voice of his charge to simply weaken the darker Harrier. A deep feral growl clawed out of his throat at this discovery, and he ripped his icy glare away from his target towards his own side, as if his charge had suddenly manifested by his side.

"Go back to sleep," he hissed through his teeth. Madman as he was, Harrier was horribly attempting to keep himself as sane looking as possible...

-Nuh-uh. You were about to kill someone again, weren't you?-

"Go back to sleep," he repeated, now reluctantly turning away from his target. At this point, Harrier had 'calmed down' from his blood-wanting state and was working hard to keep his brother calm as well, but now a throbbing headache began to make its presence known to him--probably the combination of his charge's actual hunger and that so-called pleasant fog that had clouded his mind. Perhaps a draft of something to drink would quell his headache and shut his younger charge up...

[Hebe Ano Vasilikis]

"What would be the point of a dress in a world with no one to judge the beauty of a naked body..." She huffed a laugh again, cut off as the taller woman pressed their mouths together, nibbling her lip. Eat her up, like candy. She let her hands lift to grip the under sides of her rear, fingers in places impolite to discuss in mixed company, and pressed. They were still wandering backwards; they would hit a wall soon, or some such immovable object. If she was going to continue kissing her lady, she would rather do it either where they would not be disturbed or where they would have the most support.

She licked into her mouth and hummed, pressing her fingers upwards. "And why would I be naked, hmm?" Someone passed them; a man in mask and flicker of white. Paper? Whatever. She closed her eyes and pretended she was playing piano.

[Touya Sakamoto]

-Thread Finished-

Hebe Ano Vasilikis: (1502 Words, Normal RP) - 161 EXP, 161 Credits [+10]
Harrier Braithewaite: (1102 Words, Normal RP) - 121 EXP, 121 Credits [+10]
Mana Montblanc: (1380 Words, Normal RP) - 148 EXP, 148 Credits [+10]
Zane Burnlight: (977 Words, Normal RP) - 108 EXP, 108 Credits [+10]
Zero: (1400 Words, Normal RP) - 150 EXP, 150 Credits [+10]
Kyu Shuang: (2651 Words, Normal RP) - 276 EXP, 276 Credits [+10]

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