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[RP] Party? Please.
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The loud clamor of the city outside did nothing to deter Barma from raising a wine glass to his lips and slowly enjoying the fine (and illegal) alcohol of the Mantle. This party was beyond boring and the incessant voices of his admirers did nothing to help his irritation. No one here was attractive enough for him to pick up, at any rate. Or interesting. They were standard businessmen and women with “connections” (he snorted). With a fake smile and a graceful sidestep, Barma left his wine glass on the table and made his way towards the kitchen to steal an extra snack before he left.
And by extra snack, he certainly did not mean a pastry. After all, no one would care if a lowly kitchen worker dropped dead (and if they did, he certainly could pay his way out of it).
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Cessily was at the front trying to get through to the building. Cessily is in the lobby. With a man at the desk bickering with her while she texts. She is wearing a rather nice dress actually rather then casual clothes with boots. She is holding a large purse “Little girl. Do you honestly expect me to believe that YOU are the courier for Mister Larx’s *Ahem* medication?” “Yup.” Cessily sways back and forth, her purple dress swooshing. He sighes. “Little girl. This is not a place for you to play your games. This is a private party. And I will not have your shennagins.”
Cessily’s tone gets dark. “Now look here you prissy little shit. I’m getting paid top dollar for this gig. You know how much this itchy piece of crap you people call formal wear costs? I’m not leaving without my money….” “You vulgar little wench…” “Bitch…” Cessily says rudely to him and proceeds to The man snaps his finger and two 6 ft 3, 250 lb muscular men in matching suits walk blocking the entrance to this roughly 120 lb girl.
“Please escort this street vagabond in a dress back to the dumpster where she belongs.” Cessily charges the man as he rears back shielding himself his eyes wide in shock. The men grab Cessily and restrain her. “Let me go! If anyone should be in the trash it’s you, you spineless rat pussy. Come here and say the crap to my FACE.” Cessily was making a scene as a few people came to see.
The man replied “I would. But I do not strike little girls.” “HMMMM. I don’t hit little girls either….but for you I’d make and exceptiiiiion! Oh snap. Burn. You walked right into that one pal.” “Please…take her away.” The large men pick Cessily up off the ground easily and walk towards the door with her as they then walk to the door with her.
Cessily then kicks one of them in the crotch with a swift snap of her foot. The man loses all strength in his legs and lets go of Cessily. She wrenches out the other man’s grip from her wrist and brutally headbutts the other man in the nose cause him to bleed profusely from the nose as he falls to the ground. The other man yanks her. Cessily reaches into her bag while this man overpowers her strength and she take out an electrified knuckleduster. She strikes in the gentials while simultaneously she them. Then man kneels over pain down to Cessily’s level hardly able to stand. At that moment the electric shot to his genitals causes the man to lose all control of his bladder and relieves himself. Cessily then backs up and gives him a hook to the temple and then an uppercut to the jaw. The man’s head recoils him upward as she looks at the man. Cessily looks at the man as he stands for a moment. Then she blows lightly and he falls over making an enourmous thud as he hits the floor, out cold. As all his continues to stream and leak from his pants all over the floor.
Cessily turns to the man and runs at the desk the man rears back as Cessily vaults over the front and strikes the man with her knees and shins as she flies into him and bowls him over as he screams like an old woman. She is sitting off his chest. She whips out a closed butterfly knife. She flicks it intricantly through her fingers and then stops as the blade is revealed and she holds to his throat. The man trembles and cannot even scream. “Now you listen close…” Cessily begins “I’m gonna walk through those doors, from this lobby into this nice party so that I can do business. Or so help me…” Cessily leans very close to him, to the point where her eyes and inches away from his now wet sweaty face “I will drag you outside into an alley where I will tie you up, cut your nuts off, bring them inside and come back out in two minutes with your two testicles served to you on while you bleed to death on FINE FUCKING CHINA….do we have an….understanding?” The man nods quickly. “Good.” Cessily says and whips the blade as she flicks it through her fingers skillfully as the blade folds back into the hilt. People looking at her as she does.
Cessily walks to the door and now she is met with a large crowd of guests who witnessed the whole ordeal. Cessily then puts her bag down, and she then very politely, curtseys to the crowd. Bowing as she slightly lifts her skirt up to her chins.
The crowd looks at her in silence…then the silence is broken as one person starts clapping. Another moments later. 4 people people turned to 14. And soon the entire lobby was filled with people clapping and cheering. Cessily looks up smiling and bows to the left. Then bows to the right. “Please. Please thank you. Your all too kind.” Cessily blows kisses out to the crowd. Then she gestures to the two huge men she may have just robbed of the ability. “Please. Thank these two men. For their genuine fight choreography.” The crowd cheers for the two men. “And this man. For his brilliant acting. Could you not feel his fear. See how he was dripping with sweat.” The man is sweating bullets at this point and looks like he is recovering from a heart attack. He stares at Cessily and then at the crowd with complete disbelief. “You….cannot be serious…” The man mutters lowly, barely able to speak.
To the crowd. Cessily then says “I am sorry, but excuse me.” The crowd parting so that she may walk, them still clapping as Cessily walks. “Please. Your all too kind!” Cessily walks through with her bag. The party is now buzzing and Cessily searches for the man whom she is to partake of exchange with. Rarely do these people get to witness such things. Many found it entertaining. And commented on how that was “quite believable.” Many of them men, with less to do, with a good portion of the women oggling one certain handsome man.
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The commotion left Barma for a bit of a twist, as he did not anticipate any entertainment this evening (or actually, any entertainment at all). He went to the parties for their fine wine and delicious food, and certainly not the company. After all, humans were a bit of a nuisance, and also too eager to please. He glances one last time at the kitchen door before making his way over to the newcomer.
Another human, but it’s not like there are a shortage in Heliopolis.
“Truly a grand entrance,” Barma applauds slowly and steps through the crowd that parts like the Red Sea for him. His power sparks subconsciously, and soon the whole room has their eyes on him. “We don’t get entertainment like that here.”
He practically oozes confidence and attractiveness, and certainly doesn’t seem like he’s short on either. As an incubus, he had a knack for charming people, whether male or female, human or not. Most of the time Barma doesn’t even do it consciously.
“A drink, milday?” he bows once in courtesy and amusement. “Or if you prefer, a dance?”
The room shifts their gaze to her as he redirects them from him.
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Cessily looks up at him. “Uh.” Is the first thing she says and the only thing. She pauses Who in the hell is this guy? This pretty boy right here just pulled a Moses on these rich bozos like it wasn’t shit. Something….something weird about him…he has such a creepy stare…and why do I like it? It would probably be better not to refuse… “…Sure…yeah, the last one. A dance. Let’s dance.” I need to make myself look good. Whoever this guy is. I cannot stand him up.
“But first…” She says holding up her bag of things that looks like a purse, not to him. But the area in general “Can someone take this for me?” She asks nicely. “I’d just feel better if it were somewhere safe. Then we can dance.” The dance would make her look better then simply drinking with him, and guns and violence are not the only means to attaining power. There are a lot of rich and a few powerful people here. Watching. Especially this person in front of her. Cessily wanted to get on his good side…and what harm could a dance do…?
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“That’s a good girl,” he muttered to himself and smiled at her, his eyes glinting–dangerously? No, amusingly. He motioned for one of the waiters to step up and take her bag, although he eyes it cautiously from a distance. Truly curious. “You, waiter, take it to the bag check. And if one thing is missing when she gets it back, I will personally attend to you.”
A frazzled looking waiter steps up and quickly takes the girl’s “purse” and leaves without a word. With a snap of his fingers, the crowd disperses as if lifted from a spell and goes back to their earlier activities from before she arrived. Barma walks over and bows deeply again.
“Hello milady,” he says smoothly in a rich baritone. He holds out a hand for her to take. “May I take this dance? And perhaps your name, too?”
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Cessily looks at this man as he seems to mouth…something…Staring at him for a moment his eyes capturing her and she almost gets lost in them, not hearing less besides everything this man seems to say. Her eyes eyes snap back and fourth as the crowd just returns to what they were doing with a finger snap. This guy definitely got some kinda mojo going for him… Cessily’s eyes go to his horns and then back to his handsome face and she brings herself to smile.
“Cessily.” She says smiling politely as she takes his hand. This guy is probably gonna have questions. Better keep it cool….and be…girly.“Aaaaand your name? Mister?”
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Elana was evaluating the whole thing from a dark corner of the club, even though her territory was in the crust, most of her contracts came from people of the mantle and the core , these people called her to parties to discuss possible work contracts, but that time she was waiting for a package
“That is enough” she said to herself while drinking the rest of her drink with a single swig, she approached the girl and the man like a cat lurking her prey “his name is Barma” she said with a sly smile and a small curtsy to the man “and my name is Elara”
she knelt before the girl so they could talk face to face “so Cessily right? i heard about your skills and decided to put them to the test, you wouldn’t find any Larx here, but still you managed to enter and i must say that i am impressed” she said with smile “i think we can do great things on this town, and of course before i forget” she said while picking a a pack of money from her bra “here is your payment with a plus for your troubles”
She was wearing a black dress adorned with silver (something like that dress)
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Cessily was looking this woman up and down. Dayum she fine…. And looked at her while she spoke. She smirked upon her complimenting her skills and saying they could both do great things together. Another opportunity it seems. Her eyes lit up as she said payment and a plus as her eyes snap to the money. “Why. Thank you nice lady…” Cessily takes the cash as she counts it. She smiles at it. Augh dammit no pockets. Cessily raises her skirt’s side a bit at her thigh and it shows the rather large knife she has strapped to it and a spare pocket on it that she spends about 5 seconds stuffing the money in. “Get in…there.” She grunts as she stuffs in. She gets it in and closes it.
Then extends her hand towards Elara. “Yup. You got it right. Names Cessily. Nice to meetcha Elara.”
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Annoyed at the interruption and also for having Cessily’s attention stolen from him, his power sparks again, very briefly, that makes everyone else glance over for a second. With a sigh and shake of his head, Barma joins them in their conversation. “Yes, my name is Barma, as this woman so very rudely interrupted me,” he says. He doesn’t recognize her at all, but her calloused hands told him she wasn’t a regular around here either.
“So judging by the fact that Miss Cessily here fought her way in and you obviously don’t frequent around here, what are you two doing in the Mantle?” he crossed his arms slowly and looked at them both curiously. It wasn’t uncommon for contractors to be in the Mantle even if they lived in the Crust. “Everything’s rather bland up here.”
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Cessily sounds more casual. Urban lingo mixes with proper language and longer words. “Oh nothing. Just business. I was just delivering Mr. Larx his *AHEM* unprescribed pharmaceuticals. Most of the uglier things are done in the crust. And the other jobs are up here. This is actually where I sell most of my pharmecuticals…can I just go ahead and say drugs? I sell drugs man….People up here do this crap more then most people. Got nothing but money and plenty of time. People don’t have shit to do. So if ya wanna have yourself some happy feely trips, they call me. If you rich snobby types wanna stoned. Then well. That’s what I’m here for.”
Cessily puts her hands on her hips. “You wouldn’t tell on me. Would you? This girl doesn’t want no problems with the po-po.” She raises an eyebrow. “Those guys were lucky that that ugly business ended with some piss on the floor rather then a lot of crimson if ya know what I mean..”
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“Don’t need to get all exited now pretty boy” she said with a giggle “i just thought going to a party in the mantle would be a good change of pace, you can’t judge a young woman like me for that can you? i also know what your types usually do with people they got acquaintances with…” she get up from her knelling position to face the man “and i couldn’t run the risk of you doing that with my soon to be employee could i?”
She gives a sharp smile to Barma while protectively patting Cessily’s head “i am Elara Auvryana, leader of the Night Prowlers” she gave Cessily a kind smile “i want you to join us” and a suggestive one to Barma “if you’re that interested in our ways of life, you may join us as well”
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“Man…” Cessily starts “You guys call this a party? My birthday parties were better then this shit. Buncha ritzy snobs walk around fake smiling as they gossip and bitch about their problems.” Cessily starts making a mocking tone. “I told him that I absolutely MUST have imported caviar from the atlantic sea. This wench bought me Caviare from the pacific. The mnerve!” She mocks. “Man, you goto one of my parties and son, you are getting wrecked. One way or another.” She pats her head and Cessily has a sort of pouty look, however, she is wise beyond her years and understands why she’s doing this.
Cessily then listens to the rest of what she has to say. “Join you? Huh. Maybe. You guys are pretty legit…” Cessily says. Giving it some thought. “Though I still do got some of my own stuff goin’ on. But your a pretty big guild. And you get more jobs. I could probably join you guys. But I still need to be able to go out to do some other jobs. Stuff don’t make itself.”
She suggests that Barma join. “Him? Heh heh. I’m not sure horny here would be cut out for that kinda stuff….heh heh. Get it? Horny? Cause…yeah you get it.” Cessily smirks at him. “I think our kinda life might be a little bit too much excitement.”
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“And what? You people of the Crust don’t walk around fake smiling and bitching about your problems?” Barma raised an eyebrow. He crossed his arms and gave Cessily an amused smirk. “You must live in an utopia, then. What I wouldn’t give if I didn’t hear anyone tell me what happened to them in the past month that they can’t ‘ever forgive’.”
He looks at Elara with an even more amused expression. “You know my type don’t get involved in things that could potentially put our lives at risk, since we’re not a plentiful type,” he shrugs and fails to adjust the red fur thrown over his shoulders that slides down a bit. He looks back to Cessily. “And yes, I do know how to handle myself. You can fight your way out if you must, and I could too, if I must, but I’d prefer not to shed any blood. In fact, little girl–”
He leans forward and looks directly into Cessily’s eyes with his own glowing gold ones. “–I could order you to shed blood right now.”
With a smile, he straightens himself back up again. “If you think life up here is some fancy leisurely stroll, you should move up here and see what it’s actually like,” he shakes his head slowly and looks back at Elara. “I’m sure you know how exciting life is when you get ten attempted assassinations per week.”
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“i think you probably wouldn’t part away of that much for so little Mr.Barma” she look around the saloon and give the man a giggle “also, ten assassinations per week? you must have made a lot of people angry, way to go for a type that don’t like to get involved in things that could potentially put his life at risk”.
She gave the man a piercing smile while resting her hand on the girls head, Elara was trying to reinforce her position “nobody here is doubting your abilities Mr.Barma, alas if you wish any of us to shed blood for you all you had to do is pay the right price” she gave the man a salacious smile “i believe a man with your abilities should know that nothing in this world comes for free i am right? one way or another you would have to pay” she let out a sigh “but of course, it is a shame that you don’t like to meddle yourself with things that may put your life in danger, we could have some fun…hum…” she turned her head a little to the side and gave the man a evaluating gaze “Shawty” she turned the gaze into a endearing smile
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Upon him saying he could order her to shed blood right now. She gives him an assertive look, narrowing her eyes when his eyes glow and crossing her arms. “Mmm yeah. We’d probably use you for something like…espionage and….intelligence gathering. It seems more your suit. And you would only occasionally be shot at.” Cessily says tilting her head a bit.