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Post by Ares, The God Of War on Aug 30, 2012 19:53:54 GMT -5
Ares brushes the flecks of flesh from his soul-infused armour, the spirits emanating a sickly green colour. A deep chuckle resonates from his throat, the double ended skull scythe jumping from the prostitutes chest into his heavy mailed hand. He adjusts the leather duster over himself, pulling the collar up against his cheeks to appear more human. The thick, London fog curled around his ankles, his hand making a gesture in the air, the few streetwalkers around steering clear of the alley. The tales of the Ripper had permeated even the upper echeleons of English society, the thought bringing a sick smile to his face. The sudden rip in the air was shielded by his massive frame, the smells of the Isle and its populace bringing an eerie calm to his visage. He steps through, clutching the hookers earrings in his fist. "Not like that harlot will miss them.", his hand pulling the damned, English contraption off his shoulders, handing it to the first woman he sees. "Take this from my sight. It is expensive, and could bring you alot." His eyes turn a burning, hazel shade, the hint of a mischievious devil showing through. "I will be expecting repayment at some point." A beam of gold rust light pulls his visor down, an old magic he can use only in the technology barren Land of the Gods. The earrings, diamond and ruby rocks arranged in a feather pattern, shicked softly on the enchanted armour, his feet carrying him towards the Bathhouse, in search of the earrings new owners or whomever he came across.
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Post by Nyssa on Aug 30, 2012 20:37:56 GMT -5
Nyssa had ran, but somehow lost her way back to the plaza. She suspected that she had made one wrong turn, but try as she might in her panic, she could not find her way back. At one point she had came across the bath house and hesitated. She could feel the lines of blood that had trailed down her neck drying up. As she reached up, she could still feel the puncture wound's that was caused by the vampire's teeth.
Deciding that she had no where urgent to be and seeing the calmer more inviting atmosphere, she decided to use the opportunity to clean up. She walked in and looked around. A couple of women sat off in a corner, grooming themselves and talking amongst each other in the soft candle light. They noticed her and gave her a friendly smile before going back to what they were doing.
Walking up to the side of one of the pools of water, Nyssa pulled off her burqa that covered her body. Back home she wore it more religiously, but now it was more of a coat of sorts. As she set it aside, she now only had on her dancing attire. Sitting at the pool's edge, she tried to use the water's reflection to examine the bite marks and then began to wash off the blood. She didn't know much about vampires. She had heard whispers of them in her travels but thought it was mere superstition. Would she become one now too? She didn't know, but deciding not to dwell on it, she dipped her tattooed hands back in the water and continued to wash up.
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Post by Ares, The God Of War on Sept 2, 2012 21:49:55 GMT -5
His step increases, the eyeslot on his goblin inspired helm sitting flush over his eyes. They scanned the surroundings, taking everything in. The earrings make a soft sound on his armour, his metal booted feet almost gliding over the stones. He hated having to replace the damned things, as Athena and Aphrodite loved watching him at manual labour. He chuckles to himself, walking into the dimly lit bathhouse. His gloved hands clutched the marble and plaster entryway, scanning the interior. His eyes catch sight of the Dancer, bathing in the soft candleglow. The chuckle sounds throughout his chest, vibrating in the armour. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" His hands clutch the sides of his goblin helm, the spirits of the world's greatest soldiers and generals whispering in his ear. His hair unfurls from his head, an inky black sheaf that shimmered in the light. A predators gleam shone in his eyes, if anyone was observant enough to pick it up. " Go about your business, Child. I am not here." He leans back against the wall, tapping his scythe on the wall as he leaned back into it.
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Post by Nyssa on Sept 2, 2012 22:42:55 GMT -5
She had been sitting at the pool's edge, washing off some dirt and grime off her legs and feet. She didn't realize she had gotten dirty when she sustained her fall while facing off with the Baroness, but seems she had. The hem of her skirts had gotten wet, but she didn't care. Seemed the evening air here was warm enough, and after her ordeal, she decided to take her time and relax. The environment seemed calm and quiet enough.
She had ignored most of the noise about her, as most of it came from outside, allowing herself to focus on her grooming habits. As she was rinsing one of her legs, she heard a voice. Looking up she saw a man, she assumed anyway not knowing his identity, watching her. Her instincts kicked in, causing her to stand up in a heartbeat, ready to react as needed. She was observant alright, especially with the males and saw the look in his eyes and felt her heart almost pounding in her chest.
"Who are you?" she asked defensively. "What do you want?" She was starting to think that perhaps she needed to start carrying some sort of weapon just in case, but she was terrible and clumsy with such things. Hopefully if anything, her size and shape would allow her to be quick and agile enough to aid her.
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Post by Ares, The God Of War on Sept 5, 2012 0:10:52 GMT -5
Ares grins, widely, leaned against the wall. "A Greek who doesn't know those she devotes her life to. A pity that." He snaps his chained fingers together, the scythe disappearing in a flash. In his hand, now sat a two foot handle, wrapped in a pale, beaten leather of some kind. The human flesh wrapped handle, ended in a two and a half foot long, razor sharp sickle, the other end attached to a weighted chain. The kusarigama chains rattled, the sound reverberating off the marble walls. "I am Ares, son of Zeus and Hera. The God of War and Manslaughter." His mailed hand pulls the helm away, revealing the war scarred visage that had won him many a women's heart and beds. His inky black hair shakes free from the armour, the kusarigama melding into the mailed gauntlet he wore. "And who, dare I ask, are you?" He ignored her other question, as he always preferred asking the questions. The chain tapped on the armour, as he waited for her answer, taking a closer step towards her.
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Post by Nyssa on Sept 5, 2012 3:36:05 GMT -5
Nyssa looked back at the god, her brown eyes studying him as she did from head to toe. Never before had she been in the presence of a god. Then again, she had never had one speak to her either. She stood before him still, waiting to figure out what her next move had to be, as she was cautious of trusting any male, be it mortal or god.
"I am not Greek," she replied. "I am Egyptian. I have only arrived recently..." she tapered off, unsure of why she told him any of this. The weapon in his hand made her a little nervous. There was no way she could go toe to toe with him if he attacked and she wasn't counting on any more strange women showing up to tell her to leave.
"I am Nyssa," she answered his question, her gaze not leaving the weapon. "I have nothing you could want" she tried to argue, thinking if he was after something of hers she could dissuade him. "I have only arrived with the clothing on my back."
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Post by Ares, The God Of War on Sept 7, 2012 0:17:15 GMT -5
Ares laugh, the devilish ghost of a grin on his face. "Very insolent for a woman. May just find that is the improper way to greet your new overlord." The kusarigama chain swishes in the air, cutting a lethal hiss through the air. "That, and I highly doubt you don't have at least... something, I might want." His eyes take on a certain sheen, one might even identify as a rapey sort of look, his mailed fingers working through the chain's links. He rolls his neck, popping it in a rhythmic, rapidfire staccato of noise. The armour creaks under the force as he settles himself against the wall. " Perhaps, you have care to even lose that, speaking in such a manner to a man. Have you forgotten your place, or have the desert sands and heat baked it into desiccation?" He shakes his head, still keeping his cool, leaned against the marble. The earrings lay almost forgotten in his palm, hooked into a space between two plates. The glint of a ruby catches the candlelight, creatingf a small pinpoint of bright, scarlet light for the briefest of seconds, as he waited for her response
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Post by Nyssa on Sept 7, 2012 2:41:15 GMT -5
Nyssa felt her heart jump up in her throat as she watched him. She was not so naive to think that she had absolutely nothing a guy would want. There had been a few attempts on her in her travels and she always managed to evade them. Now she was not so sure. Looking around, her options were kind of on the slim side. She might be able get away from him by going through the water but if he caught her, then what? What if he decided to drown her?
"I have no overlord," she said quietly but firmly. "I left my homeland to escape such oppression. I have not come so far as to succumb to it." The look in his eyes made her avert her eyes to the floor. She couldn't seem to bring herself to look him in the eyes, as it unnerved her but she tried to not let it show in her voice. "I would not let any man overcome me unless I loved him. Then it is different." She looked up momentarily and caught sight of the red from the earrings, momentarily curious before she looked back at him.
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Post by Aphrodite on Sept 7, 2012 18:25:13 GMT -5
A soft laughter would be heard off to the side and upon inspection, one would find Aphrodite sitting off to the side, reclined in a chair. Her presence inspired a sense of surreal beauty and hinted at sensuality as the look on her face was calm, confident and amused. It was as though she appeared out of no where.
"Ares, my love," she called to him, her voice saturated with her powers, carrying that sense of love and desire out into the room. "Can your thirst for conquest never end? I do not think a mortal girl like this one can soothe you the way I can." She rose to her feet, placing her hands on her hips for a moment as she looked about, the candle light intensifying a little. She then went and approached Nyssa, circling around her as though studying her before looking at Ares and shrugging.
"She is pretty, I guess..." she stated, her tone suggesting only partial interest. She then saw the marks on Nyssa's neck and frowned. "Seems she may be one of Hecate's children." Her tone now seemed as though there was a slight hint of disgust.
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Post by Ares, The God Of War on Sept 8, 2012 0:07:09 GMT -5
He laughs, watching Nyssa get more and more uncomfortable, the predator gleam in his eye taking in her features. The earrings glint again, the rubies lighting like jeweled blood drops against his palm. "Love, you say? What would you, know of love? Wasn't aware they had gloryholes in Egypt." He moves from the wall, appearing five feet in front of her "Listen, wench and listen good. S'long as you are on this Island, the Gods and Goddesses are your Overlords. You ever disrespect us again, you will find out the meaning of the phrase 'Back breaking labour.' " His gait turns loping, the long legs circling the ground around her, like a jaguar about to pounce. His gaze lifts to Aphrodite, his visage still holding that predator's hardness in it. "I believe you found yourself another worker. If she uses her mouth half as well as her wagging tongue, she might make some hairy, corpulent men quite happy, indeed." The claws of his armour grow, the tips turning into a sleek, black glassy material, some sort of Hades enchanted armour. In fact, most of his armoury was forged by his brother, in the deepest pits of Hades, the creatures there quite good at forging and bonding spirits into inanimate objects. "Her insolence will not be tolerated in my prescence. I entrust her punishment to you. Perhaps the Bathory?" His eyes move to Aphrodite, his smirk a little sick and twisted. The Bathory was one of Are's personal favorites, watching the disrespectful impaled on a horse penis, writhing as their guts were rearranged and pushed aside by the massive member. He took a particular pleasure in their cries of pain, the bliss showing on his face. His eyes open, focusing on Aphrodite, his palm raising to show her the old dead prostitutes earrings "The finest fashion in London, I am told. Gold, ruby and diamonds imported from that damn Niggerland, or whatever its called. What is its name again?" He paused, tapping his chin, his gaze catching Nyssa in his periphery "Oh yes. Africa! Home of the niggardly Zulu and Egyptians." He looks at Nyssa full on now, nodding "That explains the smell, and poor intelligence now. I can't believe I didn't see it earlier. Tsk." The Kusarigama chain melded round his forearm, assimiliating itself into his armour, a faint howl of pain issuing from his enchanted bracer. The claws scritched against each other, the lethal shicking it made, reverberating off the marble. he may or may have not been ready to destroy Nyssa and force himself in her in front of Aphrodite, one hand still held in front of her face, waiting for her to grab the jewels he offered. He made no mention of the flecks of flesh and muscle he had pulled from them, figuring she knew, and just chose not to acknowledge it anymore.
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Post by Nyssa on Sept 8, 2012 14:08:54 GMT -5
She grew all the more nervous when he approached her, his words mocking her own. She gave him a look that suggested some sort of defiance. She had left everything she knew to escape a life of a man trying to keep her down, she wasn't about to have had all her efforts done in vain and his implications of her being some common whore aroused feelings of anger. As he spoke, she forced herself to look back at him. Forget it, she figured. If he was going to kill her, then perhaps tonight she would meet her end. Some things were just inevitable. At the claim that the local gods and goddesses were hers now, she shook her head.
"No, I pray to the goddess Isis," she declared, but neglected to mention Isis had not answered her. Nyssa's gaze turned to see the woman sitting on the chair. Maybe some strange woman would save her after all. What were the odds it would happen twice in one night? As the woman stood up and approached her, Nyssa stood her ground, watching the woman with some curiosity and uncertainty. Obviously, she made the guess that the new woman in the room was some sort of lover to Ares by the way she spoke. When she made the suggestion of belonging to Hecate however, Nyssa spoke.
"I know no one of that name," she said softly, trying to speak politely. This woman might be her safe passage out of here. She wasn't going to sass her, even if she seemed lukewarm about her. "But this... woman... bit me. A Baroness." She was hoping the woman would be kinder than Ares, and that maybe his suggestion of making her a streetwalker was some cruel jest. The suggestion of the woman punishing her made her stomach turn inside her. This was not what she had hoped to find coming here, and suddenly she questioned whether doing so had been a good idea. A draft blew past her, caressing her skin and suddenly she felt almost naked in her dance attire as her eyes lingered on her burqa that was pooled on the floor nearby, but she was not so eager to reach for it, not with him there, insulting her and her country and her virtue. Instead she resigned to fold her arms across her body in a self-conscious manner.
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Post by Aphrodite on Sept 8, 2012 16:56:17 GMT -5
Aphrodite stood there with one hand on her hip and her other hand up by her neck as her fingers idly traced the silver and diamond necklace she wore, one of the many gifts from would-be suitors, as she watched the two of them.
"I fear your goddess may be dead," she stated bluntly. "Many of the gods and goddesses of other cultures have been fading into oblivion as of late." At Ares' suggestion, she frowned a little. She did not employ prostitutes. She had no use for them as their sole purpose was monetary gain, something the goddess could do nothing with. However, she did take priestesses, and yes, many of them were hardly prudes.
"Do not speak so poorly of my worshipers," she said in a flat voice. "They may not thirst for blood as you may prefer, but they do a fine job at keeping my influence in town." She dropped the hand that played with her jewelry and looked at Nyssa before looking back to Ares. "You know killing is not my business, but I can make use of her. Maybe an attendant of some sort." Aphrodite looked at the girl, seeming to assess her. "What is your name, anyway?" she asked her.
Ares' gift then turned her attention away for a moment, after enduring one of his rantings about something or other, she paid it no mind, as she accepted the offering and smiled, delighted at it. She knew it more than likely came from one of his kills. It wasn't like he was going to go to Hephaestus and ask him to craft something to give to his adulterous wife as a symbol of his affections for her. Looking back to him, she would try to lean in and kiss him for a moment before looking back at him "We have business to discuss... about your father."
Aphrodite then turned her attention back to the girl and frowned again before looking maybe even a little angry. "A Baroness?" she pondered aloud. "Must be Danika. I am starting to think I should have had her killed." By her words and tone of voice, there was apparently a story there, but she didn't go on. "I suppose as long as you did not drink her blood, you will live."
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Post by Ares, The God Of War on Sept 11, 2012 0:09:48 GMT -5
Ares circles Nyssa, his intent now masked on his face, a bland visage giving nothing away. The only sound that could be heard from him, was the shicking of his obsidian tipped claws, brushing against each other. His eyes stay locked on Nyssa, his comment directed, momentarily, at Aphrodite. "If they are not blood hungry, they are only good for that which lies between their legs." His neck pops again, a short laugh issuing from his chest "Isis, the rape child of the Egyptians. One of the many, at least. They hold no sway here, or anywhere. But go on, as you are endlessly amusing." He Keeps circling her, waiting for her to either mess up further, or get on her knees and apologize. The chain of his melded weapon, rattled, creating an eerie whistling, like a spirit blowing through the chain link. He watches the two talk, holding up a finger to Aphrodite, beckoning for silence. He wanted what he came for, all this feminine chatter be Godsdamned. " He begins moving his hands in circles, slowly moving his hand closer and closer to her flesh with every passing He was toying with her now, his face, so heavily scarred, almost holding a human expression now. Something like satisfaction, or enjoyment shone through, for the merest of seconds, before the stony, stoic hardness was back, determined as ever
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Post by Nyssa on Sept 11, 2012 17:08:48 GMT -5
Disappointment began to well up inside Nyssa. It seemed in her efforts for freedom she had bitten off more than she could chew. She supposed she has never considered the consequences of trying to leave her homeland and now here she was. She had been bitten by a vampire and now was at the mercy of not only one god but two, two that seemed to have their own ideas of how she should live her life, or have it ended. Her arms still draped around herself, she looked at the woman for a mere second before her eyes drifted to the floor, her voice now soft, humbled and indicating her knowledge of the futility of her situation.
"I am Nyssa," she said. "And nothing more than a mere dancer." As Ares loomed about her in his practically predatory demeanor, she looked at him for but a moment before looking away and almost pleading.
"Please, I have meant no harm or disrespect," she barely got out above a whisper. "Please do not harm me. I am at your mercy." The tension he was building within her was almost too much.
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Post by Aphrodite on Sept 11, 2012 18:01:54 GMT -5
Aphrodite narrowed her eyes at Ares in reply to his comment on her priestesses but gave him the silence he sought for a few moments. She looked between him and Nyssa, waiting for him to make his move and get on with it already. She figured it was some thrill-of-hunt nonsense of his as he practically stalked the girl before she just came out with it. "Just what are you doing?"
Aphrodite looked over Nyssa and then nodded slowly. Thoughts ran through her head as she considered the potential prospects the girl could provide. There were plenty of opportunities that might arise where such a girl could be useful, but the big question was would she ever come around to the idea of following her and Ares? These mortals were tricky. She looked at Ares, giving him that look that seemed to say she thought Nyssa could be handy to have around, hoping he might stop eying the girl like a piece of meat long enough to notice.
"I think there is a lot of potential with this one, love" she spoke with a faint smile.
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