Sex, Drugs, and Violence: The Flesh Failures

[Breaker]

((Although the title should have given it away, this thread contains sexually, narcotically, and physically explicit material. Don't read it if you don't like these things.))


One day prior.

The inn was like any other Althanas alehouse. Cheap brews, dingy music, and a noisy crowd. I had seated myself as I always did, in one of the front corners with my back to the wall. Condensation beaded on the half-full mug of ale before me, which I sipped at odd intervals, whenever the sawdusty air gave my throat an itch. I was completely relaxed, breathing steadily in an intense state of pranic meditation. My focus enhanced my senses to near superhuman levels. I could pick out messy harmonies played by the ragtag band, and eavesdrop on several nearby conversations. My eyes were sharpened, and I felt as if I had been blind before. I could see the fine oak grain of the bar twenty yards away, and notice lines beside the eyes of even the youngest serving women. I was so incredibly aware of my surroundings that I could not possibly have missed the blond.

She flowed through the open front door, her hair and cloak fanning behind her like twin tails of fine thread. The eyes of most men were drawn to her as she made her way to the bar and sat down, alone. I focussed on the back of her head, willing her to turn around, while keeping tabs on the rest of the pub with my peripherals. Nearby, a half intoxicated man was whispering, too loud, to his companion about a large robbery he was planning. I ignored this; it was none of my affair. The blond's hair rustled, and her head turned, eyes lighting on mine momentarily. For a brief instant, we were staring straight at each other.

I smiled. From within the emotionless void of meditation, it was as arbitrary a movement as a shrug. But I had done all the right things; my eyes were wide open, inviting, strong but not forceful. The smile was friendly, but perhaps a little dangerous. I saw a questioning look in the blond's face before she turned away, back to the bar, to accept her drink. My keen eyes honed in on the glass; it held elven wine, the inn's finest no doubt. I watched her take a sip, then downed the rest of my ale, left the empty mug on the table, and moved towards her.

It was three days since I had left Scara Brae. The Dajas Pagoda had seen some heavy action in its first few months, but the number of students had been reduced drastically in the past few weeks. This meant I made less money, but had some free time to travel. I elected to return to Radasanth, missing big city life. If I had a challenger, the Pagoda would summon me, but until then I was free to do whatever I wanted. With free time came boredom, and for me, with boredom came hours of training. My body was in incredible condition, but in keeping with the laws of nature, with intense training came intense testosterone. I yearned for a good lay, and it was that primal desire which had brought me to this inn.

The blond was turned slightly to her right, so I approached on the left, sitting down at a vacant bar stool completely unnoticed. I could feel my eyes lingering on her chest and graceful neck, my body lusting to press against her. Within the pranic void, I controlled the urges easily, pasting a friendly, slightly sarcastic grin on my face.

"Are you as bored by this place as I am?" I surprised her. I heard her draw in a quick breath, turning as her breasts heaved from the gasp. Our eyes met again, in her's I saw interest, desire even, masked though, by an aloof cynicism. Inwardly, I congratulated myself. The sarcasm in my tone had matched her mood perfectly.

"I come here every night; there's no way it bores you as much as it does me." Her eyes roved as she spoke, examining my hard, well toned body. I had no problem with the superficial attraction; my own motives were just as shallow. She saw me watching her watch me, and blushed faintly. The minor red tinge in her cheeks was attractive; a forshadowing of color to come.

"You underestimate the kind of excitement I'm used to." One well-plucked eyebrow arched, questioning the inflection. I let her hang in wonder for a moment before continuing. "I'm a warrior in the Dajas Pagoda."

She tried not to look impressed, but I saw her pupils dilate. The Pagoda was a fairly well-known Coronian venue. It had taken me awhile to realize that the job I had taken to get by on Althanas made me something of a celebrity. The title also seemed to serve as an aphrodisiac for the young women of Althanas, who I had found much more bloodthirsty than their counterparts on Earth.

"Earth." I felt a slight twinge of regret, of longing for my home planet. Many months had passed, yet still the wound of loss was open to the air. The void flickered for a second, and the blond caught a longing in my eyes. She spoke softly, reaching for my hand.

"You must be as powerful as you look, to fight in the Dajas Pagoda. I have heard of the... dangers you warriors face." Our fingers laced, and the contact was electric, pulsing through my bloodstream, threatening to lay waste to the pranic focus which kept me in check. I thought about my Martial Arts training, and my ability to channel adrenaline, giving me superhuman strength. I allowed a real smile onto my face, my eyes dripping sensual charm.

"No," I responded, "I'm more powerful than I look." My eyes bored into hers, and for an instant I was lost in the twin brown orbs, surrounded by the warmth of her passion. Then I rose from my seat, releasing her hand.
"If you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to secure lodging for the night."

The odd formality of my tone left an open invitation hanging in the dusty air. I began moving towards the front desk, beyond which a hallway led to the residential area of the inn. I was reaching for the bell on the reception desk when a hand closed over my arm. In my mind, I saw six different ways of breaking or trapping the offending hand. It felt familiar though, the slim lithe fingers soft, sensual on my bulging bicep. From the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of blond hair, and let her pull me towards the rented rooms.

"I haven't booked a--" She cut me off, her words rushing.
"We'll use mine, I live here, my father owns the building..."

She pushed me up against the third door we came to, presumably hers. Hands splayed on my broad chest, she stood on her toes and pressed her mouth to mine, hard. A part of me was lost in the embrace, giving as good as I got as she fumbled for a key. I thought about her father owning the inn. It was called "The Boarding House", simply named because it was not an attraction in itself. It was on the same property of a large, very chic club called The Flesh Failures. Presumably, her father owned the club as well. I thought about how I could use this to my advantage, but pushed the ideas away, for later.

There was a new intensity to our kissing; lips meshed, tongues dancing, and still she had not found her damn key. The void trembled, and I decided my impatience must be appeased. I removed my right hand from the back of her neck and formed a fist, then pounded once, hard, on the door, just above the knob. The lock broke and we stumbled into the room, her laughing, me smiling, elated. I lifted her easily with one arm, using the other to close the door and slide a heavy armoire in front of it. She cackled now, wrapping long legs around me as I kissed down her neck, carrying her to the bed. I set her down gently, breathing hard, my mind divided, held in order by meditation. Half of my conscious was focussed on her, the other half on ensuring the room was safe. I could see nothing threatening, but my eyes roved constantly. It's difficult to scan a room while undoing the buttons on a blouse. There was no danger; I was decided.

"Fuck it."

The void shattered, the blouse ripped, and I was lost to the blond's passion.


---------------------------------------------------

It was amazing how much had happened in the past day. Angeline was the blond's name, and as it turned out her father did own both the "Boarding House" and the Flesh Failures. Apparently, Angeline enjoyed the time we spent together, and offered to get me a job at her father's club, hoping to keep me nearby. I had absolutely no probelm with this, and met with her father the next day. He was short but stocky, muscular, and completely bald. The interview lasted over an hour, and I outlined all my experience in law enforcement, fighting, and pressure situations. By the time I was finished, he was giddy to offer me the position of new head of security at the Flesh Failures. I accepted, and when the club opened at seven o'clock the next night, found myself on duty at the club.

The Flesh Failures was the place to be, as far as clubbing went in Radasanth. There was a line outside when the doors opened, and upwards of twenty people filed in beneath the sea green glowing painted sign. Some of them immediately patronized the bar, while other groups sat in tables or grooved on the dance floor to the heavy bass music. Lights flashed everywhere, and despite the fact that it could hold up to a hundred patrons, the Flesh Failures carried a dynamic buzz of conversation.

Seated on a stool, I leaned my back against the bar, facing the room. Occasionally I chatted with the barmaid; all the servers were female, and very attractive. As far as I could tell, my duties innvolved sitting at the bar, drinking free beer and throwing out anyone who got to rowdy. There were five other men working under me, all burly fellows with long cudgels hanging from their belts. The prescence of these guards kept most scoundrels from acting out too much, and I began to think of Angeline as a saint for finding me this job.

Around seven thirty a few more people began trickling in, and I became more aware, figuring I should at least do my job well. I traded ale for water, and began scrutinizing the actions of the club's patrons. I wanted my first night on the job to be a good one.

[Aiko]

The Flesh Failures, it was a place of ill repute, and this suited Aiko just fine. She had come from a recent loss at the citadel, and booked a room at The Boarding House Inn next door. She left her things there, as a diffrent personality surfaced, one that had not surfaced in many years, constnatly kept in the backround by other, stronger personalities.

Lust crept into her mind, the need to be with another person, male, or female, it didn't matter to her. She took some time in the washroom to freshen up, and came out, a creature on the prowl, ready to go on the hunt. Beneath her many layers of clothes, was a simple black dress. It shimmered in the light, and would attract ample attention. Her face bore none of its normal makeup, only some lipstick and eye shadow, enough to accent her already impressive body. She let her long silky black hair cascade down her curvy sumptuous body, her delicate slendor hands accented with dark red nail polish.

She decided eventually she would have to get a diffrent pair of shoes, but for now, her normal blue flats would have to suffice.

She walked over to The Flesh Failures, ready to hunt down her prey, find the one person in there, that could satisfy her Carnal Desires. Many men hooted and hollered in her direction, and she looked them over cooly, and then dismissed them as boys.

She entered the club, it had to be about 7:45, and surveyed its interior. A smile crept accross her luscious full ruby red lips. There was much promise in this place, and by sunrise, she was sure her most intimate of desires would be fulfilled. Many people caught her sparkling black eyes, which seemed to hold some mysterious enchantment, for it was hard to for many to look away.

She took a seat, and many offered to buy her a drink, but she flatly refused, they were simply to cowardly for her tastes, a braver person, be it man, or woman, would simply step up and buy her a drink without asking. She looked at one man in particular sitting with his back against the bar, he was particularly interesting.

[Elijah_Morendale]

Given the nature of this thread, I'm turning Elijah's imaginary friend up to 11, which means she'll get quite vulgar at times. You have been warned.

At 7:40, Elijah stood several feet from the doorway, gazing at the green sign lit by the setting Coronian sun with a cocked eyebrow. "The Flesh Failures? You gotta' be shittin' me." The booming music coming from inside the building made his hushed voice barely audible.

Nadia stood next to him, her crimson hair falling all over her face. "That's right. I was scouting around town today while you were taking a bath at the inn." She paused for a brief second to put her arm around his shoulder. "Face it, chief, you haven't done jack shit since you've arrived in Corone months ago. Ya' need to get out more, meet some people! Preferably some fine ass bitch with 38 D's and an hourglass body that'll jump your bones and make a man out of you!" She pumped her fist in the air as she made weird grunting noises.

Elijah stared blankly at her, the very notion of his imaginary friend being a lesbian raising questions about his sanity that he figured would crack the best shrink in Radasanth. He let his gaze trail back to the sign. "I've heard some pretty shady stuff about this place."

"Come on, don't be such a wuss. Who knows, you may actually find out you have hormones and learn what it means to lust after a woman. You can't be a virgin forever."

Elijah blushed. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to wait until you've found the right girl before having sex."

Nadia crossed her arms and scoffed. "Yeah, but what happens if your right one found her right one, and it ain't you? You're gonna' be white-walling inn rooms for the rest of your days. And believe me, that ain't cool. Fuck, I'm surprised it hasn't fallen off already."

The denim-clad figure could feel a slight tinge of rage build. He was being humiliated in the relatively barren streets by a figment of his fractured mind. He closed his eyes and shook his head, taking the dreaded steps into the building in order to shut Nadia up. Elijah looked around at his new surroundings: This was definitely a singles bar. Loud music was blaring from the speakers, and an assortment of men and women were scattered about the tables and barstools, creating a tangled web of lustful stares in every direction. The smell of alcohol was prevalent, overpowering even the perfumes that the females doused themselves in before coming tonight.

With a hint of dissatisfaction, Elijah shoved his hands into his coat pockets and duly noted, "This really isn't my scene."

Nadia jumped with a hint of impatience. "Stop being such a bitch, Elijah." It was rare that she referred to him by name; it usually meant she was becoming angry. "Go out there and get some pussy, ferchrissakes."

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

Nadia shrugged. "I don't know. Got any benzodiazepines?"

Elijah shook his head and groaned. He decided to play the lonely wallflower card, heading straight to an open barstool. Sitting on the cushioned seat, he flagged down the bartender and asked for a small glass of the weakest ale they served.

[Raziel]

The back alleys of Radasanth at night are no place anyone should be when they are unarmed, unprotected, or in Raziel’s case…sober. Raziel is dressed in his very best royal blue tunic; only three stab holes are visible on this one. He has on his usually pair of pants, to his surprise that he even remembered to put them on, which just contains a hefty gold pouch, hip flask filled to the brim with rum, and a flyer that announced:

The Flesh Failures: Hot and will Entertain you FOREVER. All the Rage and so Chic.

It was a small flyer with eye grabbing font. And it had hand drawings of pitchers of beer and girls with huge cleavage, which always grabs Raziel’s attention.

Fucking alleys are too curvy, makes it sooooo hard to walk down. Raziel complained to himself as he bounced off one brick wall to another. With a few scraped shoulders and a thoroughly bumped head, Raziel emerges from the straight alleyway. He stops at the intersection that the alleyway and the street had created. The navigator looked up one way and then very dramatically turned his head the other way.

Undecided on which way to go, Raziel tried to go both ways at once; and only succeeded to cross his legs, his arms, and his eyes and fall flat on his face. “What the hel…who..ouch,” the drunken sailor rolled in the street and tried desperately to counter act the world from spinning to fast. After few failed tries Raziel stood up and decided to go find the first shiny object he sees.

As luck would have Raziel soon appeared underneath the flashing sign of The Flesh Failures around 7:50. “Huh? Where is the chick?” A very confused and inebriated Raziel pulled out the flyer and asked the doorman his question; he repeatedly pointed to the last word of the flyer. The doorman who was so far unimpressed with the crowd they have tonight, stared at the drunk with a menacing glare.

“That’s says chic. It means cool, sassy, the best in town,” the doorman snarled at Raziel, who really did not noticed since his dream girl with the large breasts and beer was not real. On the verge of tears, the intoxicated navigator came up with the best way to forget his new unhappiness.

“I need a drink.” Raziel slowly sundered his way to the entrance.

“Whoa, you are not going in here you lousy drunk.” The doorman shot his arm in front of Raziel halting his advance. The motley dressed man snapped his head toward the guard and stared him down. His grey eyes have lost all the drunken haze and redness and now showed a steely grey which penetrated and broke down the doorman’s aggressive demeanor. The guard adverted his gaze elsewhere and removed his arm letting the navigator pass on by.

Inside the club had a gloomy light; a kind of light that allowed you not to see how ugly your hook-up is but enough to know it is at least a girl. There was a small, yet promising, crowd. The girls on the dance floor enticed the guys with their hypnotic rump shaking. The guys brought the girls free ale, and the girls took the ale and left the guys. Raziel ignored the typical scenario, and headed straight for the bar. As he sat he felt an odd lump in his pants pocket, he withdrew a small paper pouch that contain four ounces of prime cocaine. The drunk and now very mad Raziel slammed the pouch on the bar and whispered death threats to it.

“You got me in soooo much trouble, what did I ever do you to you? Huh? That’s right nothing, and you should…” The sailor stopped his triad short, for now he noticed a nubile blonde approach the bar next to him.

“May I interest you young lady in an exotic drink?” Raziel put on his best seductive smile, but ended up with a grin of a rapist. With the room too dark to see the girl agreed to receive free drinks. “Excellent! Barkeep one Jumping Joe’s Belly Rolls for the lady.” The bartender did her best “What the hell is that” look to Raziel. As Raziel began to list of the ingredients, the girl lost her appetite for free drinks and men in particular.

“…and a cherry on top, and some sugar,” the navigator was pleased at how well he bullshitted a made up drink, he turned to the girl to gloat only to find that she had left his crazy ass and his even crazier drink behind. As Raziel searched hi and low for the girl from the comfort of his stool, the bartender searched hi and low for some sugar. Quickly she eyed the small pouch on the counter and opens it slightly. She was pleased to see the white powder staring back at her. She added the cocaine to the concoction and placed a cherry on top just as Raziel gave up on his quest.

“Fuck it, fuck her. I need a drink. Oh look a drink.” The emotional drunk sailor took the crimson drink and chugged it. “Ahhh. Not bad at all,” Raziel stated as his face turned a little green.

“I am glad you liked it sir. It was quite a pain trying to find some sugar,” she said as she held up a small paper pouch, “But luckily I found some.” The navigator did a double take and stared at the pouch. He switched into frenzy mood as he patted his pockets and scanned the counter for his drug pouch.

Raziel’s mouth went dry, “Umm, this won’t end well.” He locked eyes with the bartender, “I think I am hopped up on goofballs now.”

[Breaker]

The minutes ticked by, and my mind ticked once for every new patron that entered the club. A hardbody with a long mane of red hair joined me at the bar, shooting one smoldering look in my direction before returning to her drink. I was tempted, but not sorely. Fraternizing with patrons, especially at such an early hour, would not be advisable.

I began sweeping the building with my eyes every thirty seconds. Despite the rowdy atmosphere, everything was well in line. The five becudgeled guards, impressive in their leather armor and glistening "Security" badges, forestalled any unruly activities. I carried a smaller version of the same badge in an inner pocket. It was my duty, as I understood it, to stay undercover, while providing security in the bar area. The other guards were stationed accordingly; two framing the dance floor, two patrolling the cafe-style dining area, and the last near the door, to provide backup for the doorman when necessary. All in all, it was a decent setup, and it got the desired results. Grinning, I took a sip of water. The night would be moss.

As quickly as I had arrived at this conclusion, the dynamic changed. A black haired young man with a wild look in his eyes took a stool at the bar, ordering the "weakest ale" we had. The request bewildered me. I had long since learned that "weak" ale on Althanas could be anything from arsenic to soiled dishwater. I eyed the bartender carefully, and watched her pour a small mug of Coronian ale. It was far from the worst, and certainly not poison. I smiled at her, and she returned the look. Perhaps she felt sympathy towards the boy. Personally, I would have given him a mugfull of dwarven spirits, just to watch him spray it across the counter when his throat couldn't handle the fire. The mental image made me chuckle.

"Maybe that's why I've never been a bartender."

Quite suddenly, another man joined us at the oaken bar. He was a vast specimen, a few inches taller than me and some twenty pounds heavier. His actions portrayed a drunken conscious, but he seemed in control all the same, as if the intoxicated stupor was a mask rather than reality. People who pretend are often worthy of observation, so I began allocating the occasional glance towards the barrel chested sailor. His attitude was normal enough at first; he tried to pick up a hot blond, failed as many do, then turned his attention to a complicated drink. I was about the disregard the muscular fellow when I spotted it.

My eyes honed in on the open package like guided missiles, and I realized a second later that I had assumed pranic meditation, upping the power of my senses. Suddenly the music was louder, the motions of the dancers more erratic, the smells of sweat and booze pungent in my nose. My brain shoved these sensations roughly aside, while grappling with the message my eyes were delivering. It couldn't be... could it?

"That... that CAN'T be cocaine!"

Even as the denial exploded, I knew it was. As surely as I knew four more people had just come in the door, as positive as I was that the black haired lad was a virgin, I was equally certain I was looking at coke. Lots of it, too... probably enough to get the whole club hopping. Not that it needed the help. Warily, my eyes flicked to the clock above the bar. It had just struck eight, and the club was filling qiuckly. It seemed like most Althanas partiers liked to get a decently early start on the festivities. While I had been focussed on the large narcotic carrier, I had shirked the duties of my employment. Returning my gaze to the floor, I decided to continue keeping a wary eye on the coke head. As far as I knew, cocaine wasn't illegal on Althanas; few things were. Certainly the big man's attitude demonstrated no fear of prosecution, despite the guards in evidence. For the moment, I decided, he was harmless.

I kept on sweeping the room with my eyes, but found myself increasingly distracted by the gyrations of the female clientele upon the dance floor. Tearing dry eyes from rhythmic hips, I gestured for a glass of whisky, needing to clear my head.

The Flesh Failures was a bottomless pit of temptations.

[Aiko]

Aiko got up and walked over to the bar, many eyes followed the hypnotic swaying of her hips. She took a seat next a man that appeared to be shocked about the contents of some lesser imperfect males bag. It didn't concern her, the man and his bag were nowhere near her league. She wanted one thing, and one thing only.

She decided that this man, covertly watching the entire bar was her prey, all she had to do now, was hunt him down and capture him. There were some who guessed, could only fantasize about what she wanted, but she knew they couldn't stand and deliver.

But now, to test her prey out, see just how hard she was going to have to work to get him.

She looked over at him.

"So what's your name?" she asked.

[IBB]

It was a little past 8 o'clock when Dayas found himself staring up at the glowing green sign of The Flesh Failures. He'd frequented plenty of bars and taverns before, but this was something completely different. He didn't frequent clubs for one simple reason: he was more motivated by getting money than getting laid, and so was something of a stranger to the most intimate forms of human contact. He was certainly pretty good at shmoozing his way into a lady's purse, but getting under her dress (or into her pants as the case may be) took a slightly different set of skills that he wasn't used to employing.

He was pretty reluctant to actively seek out the kind of companionship offered at a place like this, but, to put it bluntly, the goldfinch in his head was horny. And having something small and irritating with an uncontrolled libido warbling in his head all day was pretty annoying. Dayas figured that if he couldn't satisfy the bird's more carnal desires, then he could at least drink the bird quiet. Hopefully sharing a mind would mean the damn thing would also share his hangover afterwards, allowing him at least a day's worth of quiet.

As he slunk into the bar, his eyes were immediately drawn to the highly attractive young woman with long black hair sitting at the bar, apparently attempting to chat someone up. It took a few moments for him to register that the person she was trying to chat up was a well-muscled young man who was probably a far better candidate for someone as gorgeous as her than a skinny little thief like Dayas.

Ah, come on! Perchik warbled. Go over there and show her your stuff! You could take him!

Forcefully tearing his eyes away from the black-haired woman and darting over to an empty secluded table, Dayas cast a mental glare at his unwelcome mental companion.

Are you shitting me? he retorted. That guy could probably rip me in half with his bare hands!

So? If you want her, you're going to have to work for it! the goldfinch argued.

...I don't even know why we're having this conversation, Dayas thought, leaning forward on the table and putting his face in his hands. Why the hell would I want dating advice from a frickin' goldfinch?

Spreading his fingers out over his eyes, he peered out at the dance floor and temporarily allowed himself to be lost in the gyrations of the dancing women. He ignored Perchik's comment on how human males and females have the whole courtship thing backward, letting his mind become lost amidst the fluid motions of the dancers' bodies. Of course, it wasn't exactly their dancing that he was admiring.

[Poison]

Poison examined herself carefully in the full length mirror she had acquired for her room at the Boarding House. She had concluded a business deal earlier in the evening and was now preparing to spend the rest of it enjoying herself. Earlier that day, she had gone in search of a new outfit. Her usual attire of black pants and shirt lay on the bed, neatly folded with her shoes on the floor beside it. Tonight she wore the results of her earlier search and as she looked in the mirror, she nodded in a highly satisfied manner.

The black dress she wore was short, coming just to the very top of her knees. The bodice was snug, clinging to her almost like a second skin and had short sleeves. The neckline scooped unashamedly low, revealing quite a bit the creamy white flesh of her large breasts. Being as snug as it was, the dress only emphasized how well the gods had endowed her slim figure. As she turned in a small circle, the skirt portion flared out high enough to allow a glimpse of the black lace underclothes.

Quite pleased with her find, she took a seat on the room’s only chair to put the strappy, black, high heeled shoes she had purchased along with the dress. Once that was done, she ran a comb through her hair once more and then let it hang down her back, free from it’s usual ponytail. A few more touches with make-up and she was ready to go. The only thing she regretted about the whole outfit was that she could not carry her weapons with her. She did not like to be weaponless, but reminded herself that she was set for an evening of pleasure, not work.

The walk across the yard to the Flesh Failures was quick. She arrived about a quarter past eight and stepped gracefully into the club. Normally, she did not go to clubs, but then again, she was normally working at the times that clubs were open. She had chosen to come to the Flesh Failures simply because it was close to the Boarding House. The Boarding House itself was less than entertaining, likely because of it’s sister establishment’s proximity. Whatever the reasons might be, they did not interest Poison.

After taking a brief look around the room, making sure that she was seen, she took a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of red wine. The wine was merely for something to drink to keep up appearances. What she truly desired would not be served at the bar. Looking around the room she spotted two men that piqued her interest. One had entirely dark hair, the other had yellow and black hair. Both were alone. Shifting her gaze from one to the other, she watched to see if either would prove more interesting or even daring.

[Elijah_Morendale]

Elijah tiredly glanced at his half-finished drink, then at the clock located behind the bar, which proclaimed that it was 8:20. With a heavy sigh, he crafted a few ice cubes and dropped them into his drink to keep it cold, and then took another sip. The ale was slightly bitter, but he hadn't felt any of the effects of it yet--which was a good sign. Last time he asked for something weak from a barmaid, he wound up with a nasty 3,000 gold debt and the taste of death in the Citadel.

Nadia was in the empty seat next to him, leaning back in her stool against the bar and intently keeping an eye out for any potential deflowerers for Elijah. "C'mon chief, you've been here for half an hour and you haven't even finished your first drink. We came here to have some fun. Turn around and check out all the tail."

The denim-clad adventurer rolled his eyes as he spun around in his stool with a creak. Surveying the dance floor, there indeed was a fine selection of women to chose from--all shapes, sizes, colors, and ear pointedness. At least they seem to be having a good time, Elijah noted with a slight frown.

Nadia leaned in and put her hand on his left knee, smiling earnestly behind her wild red bangs. "Don't worry, I promise I'll be a good wingwoman."

After a minute of close observation, Elijah targeted a girl who caught his fancy. "How about that one?"

Nadia followed his gaze. "What, that one right there? Blue hair, secretary glasses, and love handles oozing out of her tight-ass shirt?"

"What's wrong with love handles?"

The imaginary friend made no effort to disguise her contempt for his first choice. "Well, I guess you could think of it as extra cushion for the pushin', but seriously... If you pick her, you may as well be humping a water bed. Strike one, chief. Look some more."

Yeah, so she might be ten or fifteen pounds overweight, but I still don't think there's anything wrong with that. Elijah furrowed his brow as he renewed his search. His eyes fell upon a more attractive specimen: Her silky smooth blond hair flowed around her as she shook in rhythm to the deep bass of the song blasting over the speakers. She was wearing a white skirt and a pink sleeveless top that merely enhanced her already curvaceous body.

Elijah nodded in her direction. "What about that one?"

Nadia shook her head in dissatisfaction. "No, no, no. Wrong mentality--she's way too easy. I bet she's already had half of this crowd sail their barges through her delta."

"What makes you say that?"

"What, you can't hear the wind flapping between her legs?" Nadia pinched her cheeks, quickly pushing and pulling to make a noise that Elijah couldn't help but to break out in laughter.

"That, and I can smell the syphilis from way over here." As Nadia continued to make rude comments about the woman, Elijah noticed a girl that was looking right at him.

The mystery woman was standing near the doorway, her long silver hair casually reflecting the multi-colored lights of the club. She too had a well defined body, although he could sense an air of sophistication about her. Her striking black dress did wonders to accentuate her cleavage, which Elijah found his eyes locked onto for a good ten seconds.

He could feel Nadia's fingers rapping on his shoulders. Her voice playful, she quietly sung into his ear, "What's this, what's this? Could it be--you have discovered lust? Oh, I'm so proud of you! You're finally becoming a man!"

Elijah felt himself blushing slightly. "Not lust, but I think I've definitely fallen into like at first sight."

Nadia's voice turned low and erotic. "Go get 'er, tiger."

Shrugging, Elijah said, "Eh, why not. You won't let me live it down if I don't." He shoved himself off the barstool and straighted his jacket. The loud music drowned out his footsteps as he made his way over to this beautiful woman. He allowed himself a slight macho swagger as he walked, hoping to send out the image that he was the alpha male of the patrons.

"Hi there. My name's Elijah. Care for a drink?" He flashed the woman his full-faced, patent pending Elijah Morendale female-melter smile, hoping for a response that wasn't a slap in the face.

[Seline]

It was 8:25 when Kara looked up at the sign above the club. The Flesh Failures. 'Well,' she thought to herself, 'what am I going to find in here?'

Kara was no virgin. Even though she didn't know anything about her past, she knew that bit of information. She had rented a room for the night in the Boarding House, and had been told that this was the place to go to have fun, yet she was seriously considering turning around, going back to her room and keeping Alex company. It had been hard work convincing the small dragon to stay in the room and that she would be fine on her own. He had not liked it, but had finally agreed.

She took a deep breath and opened the door. As she walked in, she whipped off her cloak, not really caring if it hit the black-haired guy standing near the door. Her short black skirt and heeled boots accentuating her shapely long legs and her low cut tight fitting sleeveless top accentuating her bust and slim figure. Her long dark red curly hair flowed down her back and bounced as she walked over to the bar. She draped her cloak over the stool so she wouldn't stick to any drink residue on it. She ordered a white wine, as a soft option to start off.

Kara sat on the stool, her elbows leaning on the bar behind her and crossed her right leg over her left, exposing more of the soft flesh of her thigh. Her posture was saying 'relaxed and inviting,' her face was saying, 'only if you dare.'

As she looked around she spotted three likely guys that could possibly give her some enjoyment that night. There was the black-haired guy by the door trying to chat up a silver haired girl. A guy with yellow and black hair sitting at a table alone, and then there was the guy that she had sat next to at the bar who was being chatted up by a black haired girl.

She slowly took a sip of wine, her eyes darting about the dance floor, but there seemed to be more women than men, so she didn't bother to pay much attention. 'Who knows, maybe I'll have time for more than one.' She thought, then promptly wondered where the thought had come from, but it was certainly one that she enjoyed having.

[Death's Nephew]

Living in between the realms of the mortals and dead had been quite a trying time to cope with once Tommy had become aware of his origins from Althanas. His uncle, Death, had brought it to his attention before setting him off on his mission, quest, or whatever the hell you want to call it. The interaction between real, living beings was immensely refreshing and annoying at the same time. They felt as if they could live forever and act without impunity, treating you like shit for their own personal gain. How the feeling of fear of the inevitable repercussion for such actions was mind boggling.

But the concept of sex and what his tastes were in women were not so new.

At the tender age of fourteen, a suicide housewife who had killed her husband for cheating on her with her sister had come across Tommy’s path, during his early stages of killing the damned souls that thought they still had rights to claim. Her husband was such a pathetic soul that he attempted to still beat her for slicing off his pride and joy and shoving it down his throat while he was tied down; apparently he felt he had done nothing wrong. The young teen had jumped into the fray and with a swift strike of his dagger, further disabled the man in his temporary flesh form.

The woman, who had the tempered body of a twenty year old but with all the knowledge of a forty, saw a last bit of torture for her former mate and seduced Tommy right there on the spot, as blood seethed from where his legs had been. Although young, his body was very mature for its age and she taught him all he could’ve wanted to know about pleasing a woman. The half-specter would later admit that she was quite the freak, as he tossed the man’s severed limbs into the portal to Hell and got one last oral performance from the wife. When he zipped up, he tossed the paraplegic man in after his legs.

So here he was, leaving his room from the Boarding House, along with most of his weaponry. His steel dagger had somehow insisted on coming. He wasn’t quite sure what was residing in the cold metal, but his uncle had either forgotten to mention it, or was also unaware. The blade was silent for most of the time in the room, as Tommy prepared himself for a night of sinful pleasures. His good looks and chiseled body were often all he needed to seduce a woman, but he loved to tease them. Lure them into sensual conversations that would always be just off the mark, never straight forward until she was almost begging for it. Word play had become his favorite technique on Althanas, at least, while their clothes were still on.

His subtle cologne rose slowly from his neck, its delightfully fragrant aroma not to overpowering, but enough to catch the attention of the female from yards away with the slightest tickle. He felt pretty good about himself and fairly confident, sure he’d find an easy chick as soon as he walked into the club.

At precisely 8:30 he stepped past the doorman, giving him a slight nod. His dark black eyes were only enhanced by his snow white hair that was split down the middle of his head, almost a mushroom top, but without the gawky nerd flavor. The blade hummed in his head, apparently more excited than he was. A small grin formed on his face and he took notice of the man standing near the bar, obviously not here to dance. His entire aura screamed authority and good nature. He was some type of guard, but unlike the men that displayed their badges, his was hidden. When a passing strobe light briefly illuminated his face, Tommy almost broke out in laughter. He was the same guy from his Citadel fight from not too long ago. He had disappeared before the specter had had the chance to shake his hand.

Meh, I’ll do that later. Right now, I need a drink. He thought as his throat felt a little dry.

Leaning against the bar, he gave the sign for two shots of spiced rum, his new favorite liquor. The girls around him all had the feel of easy targets, except for the red haired vixen on his left, who sat like a tigress on top of mountain of diamonds. He was in it for the challenge, the rush of possible defeat and the awesome victory over those odds. His eyes subtly examined her slender figure and sexy attire. He could feel the urge to pounce her within every inch of his body.

Only the bold would win that bounty.

But he knew better than to openly blurt out, “Want a drink?” It was brash and showed little respect for the girl. So he decided to examine her aura and feel her out. It made his hunting so much easier, when he could tell what kind of person he was dealing with. When he saw a somewhat decent soul, although pulsating with primeval desires, his grinned softened into a charming smile. He had seen her eyes dart to the dance floor and with a cool, casual request, he asked, “Hi,” and motioned to the dance floor with his eyes, “Wanna dance?”

[Raziel]

The female bartender did not know what goofballs were, she only presumed that Raziel was just another drunken moron who could not get a girl from himself so he tries to score with the hot bartender. The grey eyed sailor stared down at his empty glass still in shock that he just consumed the four ounces of cocaine. A nervous twitch started to shake his foot, as he stared desperately into his drink, then it began to work its way up his shin and thigh. When it finally hit his crouch that is when he noticed the twitch. “Oh boy!” The sailor shoved both hands down on to his crouch to stop the twitching, but only succeed in crushing his genitals. “Oof,” Raziel puffed out his cheeks and slowly removed his hands from his lap.

The large navigator with his orange bandana wrapped lopsided around his noggin has only been inside The Flesh Failures for barely thirty minutes and he has already pissed off the door man, permanently scarred a young girl, and consumed enough coke to make a lifetime junkie go cold turkey and join the priesthood. The twitch was working its way down his other leg and up to his chest when Raziel thought back to how he came about this drug.

What was supposed to be a simple fetch quest; turned out to be a drug run for a small time weapon shop owner named Jeremiah. The package that Raziel and his partner acquired from the fat man in a little shack deep inside one of Scara Brae’s many forest, was filled with a dozen paper pouches each filled with four ounces of coke. But of course the trouble did not end there; they were both assaulted by a motley trio who wanted the drugs for themselves. Apparently Elijah, his shaggy haired denim clad cohort, took care of one of the offenders as Raziel had to fend off the other two. With one dead and two wounded the attackers fled and the partners continued their trek back to the city. At the city gate they split up the goods and decided to use the drugs for their own discretion. Raziel tried desperately to sell all six pouches he had, but could only sell five. So he keep the last one for himself, in hopes he could find a proper way to use it to his advantage.

At the counter, the navigator came back to reality and is now staring at the empty spot where his even emptier drink used to lay. Then the last sober thought entered his head. This is definitely not the proper way I wanted. The twitch finally consumed all control of his body, Raziel was officially coked up.

The sailor stuck out like a sore thumb as he tried to bob his head in rhythm to the beat. “Woohoo,” Raziel threw his arms up in the air and left his bar stool, he shimmed his body out on the dance floor as an extended bass drum solo pounded through the speakers. As he irately “danced” his way through the girls who lustfully shook their bodies, he noticed a sultry red head with a low cut black dress. Always a half beat off the music; the navigator “danced” his way to the bar.

The clock marked 8:35

The hyped up sailor scanned the bar for his crimson haired maiden. But he only saw, a lad with yellow hair and a black cap on his head, another man who searched the dance floor with precision eyes, and a silver hair woman with an oddly familiar shaggy haired denim clad guy talking to her. Raziel just thought that was the coke talking as he noticed his targeted female at the other end of the bar. He approached the red head, only to find some sissy with white hair has tried to move in on her.

Oh no you don’t Raziel marched his way to the other side of the maiden and gave his seductive smile another try.

“I just took some prime marching powder. Care to walk with me?” Raziel’s eyebrows individually danced to their own beat, as his stark grey eyes stared long fully at her.

[Poison]

Just to save on any possible confusion, please note for the rest of this thread, I will be referring to Poison by her alias, Alicia.

The silver-haired temptress smiled over her glass of wine. She was quite pleased to find that at least one of the men had proven to be more than a body sitting in a seat. She took one more sip of her wine before answering, making even that small move as seductive as possible.

"I've already got a drink, Elijah, but you may take care of the bill if you wish," she said with a light-hearted chuckle. "My name is Alicia."

She paused then to watch the dancers, both to give her eyes something to do for a moment and to give Elijah a chance to speak further.

"What brings you here to the Flesh Failures anyway, Elijah? Forgive me if I seem too bold, but you do not look like the type to enjoy clubs. Then again, appearances can be highly deceiving."

As she waited for an answer she took note of the rest of the patrons. The ones that seemed important anyway. From the corners of her eyes she noticed that she would likely have competition tonight, but that did not bother her. Competition only made the prize that much more satisfying.

[Elijah_Morendale]

"Well, Alicia, I'll tell you what. Have whatever you want tonight, I'll cover the tab for you." Elijah sheepishly grinned as he stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Good," his imaginary friend told him, "girls like these always like someone with deep pockets." Nadia pointed at Alicia as she looked around the club for a few seconds. "But, uh, you might want to follow up on that really quickly. Looks like this one has a short attention span."

Elijah opened his mouth to say something, but the woman cut him off with a question of her own. The adventurer stopped to think about his answer for a second, putting a finger up to his chin to signify that his brain was at work. What AM I doing here? I can't tell her that my imaginary friend coerced me into coming here so I could lose my virginity... Alicia would probably laugh at me and move on to the next guy. He could feel his false macho courage drain as he mulled this over.

Casually with a shrug, he said, "Oh, you know. The same thing everyone else is here for. Physical and emotional fulfillment."

Out of the corner of his eye, Elijah saw Nadia bury smack herself in the forehead. Taking no effort to hide her irritation, she scolded him. "Wrong, wrong, wrong! You're such a dweeb! How the fuck do you expect to pick up women by talking like that?"

Elijah half-heartedly regarded her, and made an attempt to redeem himself. Holding out a hand that led to the populated dance floor, he asked Alicia, "Care to dance? Or do you have something else in mind?"

[Prof. Haun]

Walking into a room and making it seem more pleasant, that took charisma a lot of the time, for the good doctor though it just took microscopic robots that were capable of self propogation thanks to being able to assimilate any material through restructing at the sub-atomic level... it was all too easy. He had been ran out of several towns on his way here but really it wasn't his fault... he just wrote a few labels, badly...

My pocket is light and my throat is parched, liquid refreshment shall reinvitalize my pursuit of a place to set up shop... although getting my leg over in the meantime is also quite tempting, yes

From a darkened alley... that he had actually darkened, that purple smoke can get a bit thick at times rising from his tail... the Prof eyed up the door to the Flesh Failures. He had no grasp of wether anthros like himself would be welcome here, but perhaps he could get free passage with a bit of distraction, that came all too quickly as a scream rang out on the street near him.

"Oh my god!... get it off!"

His nano swarm had gotten mixed signals on beautifying that woman and currently she was fighting with something under her skirt, the sound of tearing fabric caught the ears of some of the punters attempting entry to the club and peeled away, a bit of a passage forming. Would need to be bigger though, darting out from the alley his awkward gangly gait carried him towards the crowd still pushing at the doors and then decided to perform a tad... normally dramatics were not something he was prone to, nor speaking above a whisper unless he blew something up.... but dammit he was horny and a tripod, it was important to solve this or he would never get that blood back into his brain. Enough was there to catch him just before he fished out that ball of tin-foil... perhaps showing off a clump of 'mithril' would not gain him acess but merely a beating... no, play it suave, play it cool...

Suave, an attempt to be casual and make use of charm and guile to get your way.... cool, a common term for less than room temperature, neither of those are my forte, ah I know, trickery

Easing his way past to one of the bouncers Haun managed to convey though far too awkwardly and long that he would bet everything he had on a coin toss, if the bouncer lost he would gain entry to the club, despite Haun looking like he had been dragged a few hundred miles on the underside of a cart the simple offer of absolutely everything he had made brain cells fire inside the Bouncers mind, henceforth known to Haun as Mt. Man and he agreed.

"but, its gonna be best of three"

"Oh of course, I call heads"

A quick flick and his double headed doubloon sailed into the air and into his palm, displaying it to the bouncer who felt tempted to spit upon the lanky freak of fur, meanwhile those purple vapours rising from Hauns tail had got through the crowd, a few bodies moving closer while suddenly Boyce quietened his voice and instead of forcing his cash into the bouncers face merely gave him a pat and wanted them all to get along.

"....right, this time, I'm eads!"

"Heads I assume... yes of course"

A simple way to get through these kind of fiddles, but then thats why Haun made sure to buy a coin with two tails as well, they claimed three on the advert but he had yet to find it. Among curses and swears the Prof slipped past the disgruntled mountain of man muscle and made his way into the club, those immediately around him finding a few more reasons to keep flirting and so far it seemed there were no unforseen mix ups of his nano swarms detection. It was one thing he had not quite gotten used to, all these humans... girls with such, tiny chests, short hair and certainly no booty to plunder, this world desperately needed him... if only they knew it...

[Breaker]

((Before posting again, please check the info thread in the RPC.))

First night on the job, and already I was failing.

I had become distracted by a nearby conversation. Just by focussing on my breathing I could enter a light state of meditation, and my senses responded accordingly, amplifying themselves to greater heights. Although the volume of the music was no almost offensive to my ears, I could easily eavesdrop on the boy named Elijah as he made a pass at a gorgeous silver haired specimen. I nearly choked on a mouthful of water when he asked to buy her a drink. By that time, in my mind, I had labelled him as a virgin. No man who had successfully picked up a woman in a bar would start with such a conventional opening line. Perhaps he was particularly suave though, for the girl responded positively. "Or maybe she just doesn't feel like payin her own tab." I thought, grinning into my glass of water.

I had more important things to deal with, though. A quick glance showed that the guards were still well in control of the club, leaving me to deal with the woman who was clearly hitting on me. She was incredibly direct about it, simply sitting down and asking me my name. Setting the glass down carefully, I turned to face her, thinking on my feet. I hadn't anticipated such a situation. I couldn't become innvolved with a patron... especially not so early in the evening. But it would not do to hurt a paying customer's feelings. I smiled in a friendly manner, being sure to keep any hint of mischief out of my face. I could see only one feasible exit strategy.

"My name is Josh Cronen, pleased to meet you ma'am. I'm afraid I must leave you though, official business. My apologies."

I stood up, flashing the security badge as I did so, then quickly moved away. I made a beeline across the dance floor for one of the uniformed guards, landing beside him, and spoke in a low voice, that was really a half-shout. It was necessary, to be heard over the music.

"How's it going?" I asked.
"What?"
"I said... any problem over here? Everything alright?"
"Nothing big, chief. That one big guy came close to starting a few fights, though."

I followed the guard's nod with my eyes, and saw the tall barrel chested sailor, back at the bar after his ghastly foray on the dance floor.

"What do you mean, almost started a few fights? I watched him, he was just dancing for awhile."
"Just dancing? He nearly knocked out three different guys, and they only avoided it 'cuz they were quick enough to duck."

I pursed my lips, blowing air through them slowly, thinking. I didn't want a brawl erupting.

"What do you normally do?" The question hung in the air for a moment, then the guard shrugged.
"Me and one other, not you 'cuz you're supposed to be undercover, go over, ask him to come with us, take him to the alleys out back and tell 'im to go home and sleep. If he don't like it, we crack 'im in the ribs."

I stared at the guard for a moment. It wasn't the the idea of violence that surprised me, so much as the bored deadpan he had delivered the speech in. I glanced back at the sailor. Tweaked out and drunk, he was sure to start some kind of trouble before long. I nodded to the guard.

"Do it then, but do it quietly. Tell him there's a message for him or something... and no violence unless he starts it. Understood?"

The guard said something I didn't catch over the music, but he nodded and knuckled his forehead, which was good enough for me. As the burly fellow went to fetch one of his fellow employees, I strode back to the bar, approaching a different section of it than before. I called the bartender over, and she came willingly, clearly glad for a break in the constant chaos.

"Where do most of our patrons end up spending the night?" Her response was quick, almost automatic.
"Home, in the gutter, in an alley, I don't really care."
"Ha-ha, I'm serious. Where does the Boarding House send people for overflow."
"Well, most of our customers live pretty close, or like I said, sleep it off wherever they pass out. But there are a few suites upstairs. Expensive, but well worth it. They're nice."

I knew the suites were nice. I knew, because one of them had been assigned to me as my living quarters. The rent was coming out of my paycheque, but the one bedroom, one bath, one sitting room suite was very nice indeed, extremely comfortable and above all else, convenient. I was confused, though.

"The patrons can rent those? I thought they were for employees."

The busty barmaid rolled her eyes.
"Not all of us are as rich as you, Warrior." News of my celebrity status had spread quickly among the staff, apparently. She continued. "Most of us live nearby, or at he Boarding House. But normally a few of the suites are rented out every night, by rich folk or couples looking for a romantic evening."

I nodded. It made sense, and I wished I had asked sooner. Stupid of me not to know all the functions of the club I worked in.

"Thanks for the info, now get back to work." I ordered her playfully, accentuating the last word with a light slap on her ass. She hopped slightly and tossed a smile at me before returning to the customers. Rolling my shoulders to loosen them, I found an empty bar stool and sat down. Just then, I caught the burly guard's voice, barely audible over the music.

"Excuse me sir, you have a message in the owner's office, would you come with us please?"

The two guards stood shoulder to shoulder, the slightly wider one addressing the hopped up sailor. They were being polite enough, but both hands rested on the cudgels at their belts, a silent menace. I watched intently, keen to observe their methods, and hoping it went down without incident.

[Aiko]

She was surprised that he was actually a guard. Oh well, no luck there then. She looked at the rest of the patrons. Her eyes lit up with delighted surprise, some of them seemed a bit nervous and unfamilier with the club scene. Surely these ones were virgins.

She spotted one such likely patron. He had a crown of black hair, ringed with gold hair. He seemed quite unattended, and so she got up and walked over towards him. He wasn't looking in her direction, and the club was kinda noisy, so surely her approach would be largely unnoticed.

She put a hand on his shoulder. "Mind if I join you? Its no fun being in a place like this alone." She said.

[Maia]

((Just saying now, that Maia is hiding her wings, and they are not visible currently.))

There were only so many days that Maia could go without fun. Money wasn't that much of an object to her. Not really having that many things to buy saved that a lot. She had all the jewelry that she would want for her lifetime and all the little things like a new tool or food came cheap. She had a somewhat steady job working as a messenger in Radenseth which paid more then enough for her to get by. It even left enough left over to spend.

The same leftovers also began to burn a hole in the girls pack. It accumulated slowly at first, but after a while the gold coins added up. She had little else to do, and soon enough began to doubt that she would keep sane without some real fun. Dancing, a little drinking and maybe a friend or two would be perfect. It also helped she carried the extra coinage around with her and wanted to shed the considerable weight that gold can accumulate.

Flesh Failures was a place that had managed to escape the girls keen eye for quite some time. She never noticed it, not even when she was out later at night. However, it stuck out like a sore thumb after she finally settled her gaze down on the establishment. Maia would never admit it to herself, but she was a wild child. The night club was almost projecting its wares to the girl and it was only a matter of time before she would get in.

She came later as the twilight began to dwindle, after washing for some time and preparing herself for the night. Her hair and eyes shined in the weak light outside of the tavern. The dress she wore hugged her rather curvacious body well, the ruby red silk smooth and clinging. The dress was somewhat expensive, bought earlier that day and originally meant for a girl not quite like Maia. She spent nearly an hour having it fit her body so that it would not rip in any places or slip. Another hour was spent to make sure that the dress didn't not shine from sequins. Maia was prepared just in case as well with a rather small layer under the dress. Her shoes were simple and made so the girl could dance. Even in the flickering, bad light, she was beautiful.

She entered, a bright smile around full lips and almost literally lighting up the room a little as she did so. She moved quick , the slim dress forming with her every movement. It almost gave her tanned skin a red appearance, but managed to slide back, revealing a little skin each time in the slits along her legs. She nearly danced in a little, unaware of any eyes upon her body as she stood for a moment. She had a few choices of how to begin the night, and didn't give much thought before now. She moved slowly, almost gliding towards the bar, where it seemed a drink awaited her. She seemed to have an aura around her of excitement, acting almost like a magnet to the girl.

She flashed a perfect grin at the bartender, thanking her for the drink without a word. The night was still young, and the drinks were good. It would be fun. She put down a couple coins for the liquid, and enough left over for a few more. They'd get drunk soon enough.

[Poison]

Alicia laughed silently at his reasons for being here. However, none of her personal amusement showed on her face. All Elijah would see was the soft smile she kept on her lips. She glanced once more at the dance floor, noting that security was taking care of the rather large man that had been moving rather strangely, likely in an attempt to dance. Tossing down the last sip of her wine, she slid off the barstool and took his hand.

"I have a great many things in mind, but they can wait until later," she said with a wink. "Right now, a dance sounds good."

Still smiling, she allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. Normally, she would have shrugged off his clumsy tactics, but there was just something in them tonight that thrilled her.

[Seline]

Kara smiled for the sake of the two men. She marveled at how men flocked to a woman that wasn't afraid to show some skin. She looked from one side to the other taking in their appearances, and then looked toward the dance floor. "Now boys, there is no need to fight over me. There is plenty of me to go around. Now as this nice young thing asked first, I'll dance with him, but stick around sailor, you're next."

She was just about to get up and head to the dance floor when two men stepped in from of her, blocking her path. She sighed, leaned back against the bar and took a sip of her wine as they spoke to the sailor.

"Excuse me sir, you have a message in the owner's office, would you come with us please?" One of the men said.

Kara looked at the sailor feeling slightly sorry for him, she stood up in front of one of them. "Now boys, he was just going to dance with me. Could it at least wait until afterward?" She gave them a look that would melt most mens hearts.

[Raziel]

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!

Raziel’s heart raced as the broad security guard approached him with his message. The sailor did not believe he made a big scene on the dance floor. But of course cocaine does distort reality for its users. As the guards stood with their slightly imposing posture; the red headed vixen that Raziel had his eyes on intercepted them. The smug look on their faces gave way to a more subtle dumbfoundness as the beauty lead the hopped navigator to the dance floor.

Raziel flashed an award winning smile to the guards as he allowed himself to be escorted away from the bar. The smaller security was not about to let a coked up sailor have his way inside The Flesh Failures, not while his job was on the line. So as the cocky navigator sailed on by, the smaller of the two reached out and grabbed the fingers on his right hand and bent them back.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow!” Raziel screamed in rhythm to the beat. He dropped to his knees as his right arm was bent in a very awkward and painful style.

“Were sorry, but this message is very urgent.” The broad guard, now with his smug look again, addressed the red haired beauty as he manhandled Raziel across the bar area.

The not-so-much-drunk-but-still-very-coked-up sailor found he did not particularly like being dragged around with his arm cocked sideways behind him. “I hope I don’t have to write anything for this message, because I can’t write with my left hand.” Raziel tried to turn his head to get a look at the guards, but he only caught a glimpse of bright painful stars as the guards used his head as a battering ram to open the door to the back alley.

The security personal let Raziel fall onto the harsh cobblestone that covered the dimly lit back alley. The cold, night time air struck the coked navigator harder than the ground; the sweat that accumulated around his forehead and neck drew the chilled air into his skin. A couple shivers seizured their way down his spine as he looked around the alley.

“You know…You might want to let the owner know his office looks like an alley,” Raziel sniffed the stagnant air, “Whew, and it smells funny too.” The large navigator tried to turn once more to see his new traveling companions, but only found a meaty fist hitting hard in his solarplexs. The momentum of the blow doubled the large sailor over and made him stumble into a brick way of another building.

The broad shoulder guard laughed as he flexed his fingers on his right hand. He cocked back his bowling ball sized fist and swung again for Raziel’s midsection. The navigator became aware of the next attack even before it happened, thanks to the wonders of cocaine and the heighten senses it provides. So Raziel quickly stepped aside and let the fist hit straight on into a brick wall. The larger guard howled as his hand broke with a cool symphony of cracks and snaps. Muscle, blood, and bone now occupy the meaty stump where his hand used to be; the guard cradles his stump with his left hand and stalks off away from the sailor.

Now his grey eyes had shown fierce with tenacious anger. As the smaller guard was lifted off the ground, he came to the realization not to fuck with a hyped up sailor who was about to score with a hot red head. Raziel threw the small light weight guard on top of his heavier counterpart knocking both of them unconscious.

“Umm…Yea take that…I guess,” Raziel said in a very forced unsteady voice. The sailor stepped over the heap of bodies as he reached for the door. He grabbed the handle and pulled but the door did not give way. It seems the door only opens from the inside.

“Shit.”

[Breaker]

"Son of a BITCH."

I had only been seperated from the thick-headed guard for thirty seconds, and already he was going against my instructions, yanking the sailor around by the arm and half dragging him towards the back door. The two employees manhandled the burly cokehead between them, violence showing in every line of their body. I had told them not to hurt the damn druggie, but it was obvious they intended to disobey my orders. "Well, not on my watch."

Moving quickly I exited the club via the front door, circling the building using a series of two darkened alleys. By day I had explored the immediate vicinity of the Flesh Failures, and the familirization paid off. I navigated the narrow streets easily, steeping high to avoid snagging my feet on trash and other debris. Within seconds my extra-sensitive hearing picked up the sounds of a small brawl; cries of pain, heavy breathing, and the sickening crunch of a body crumpling to the ground. Anger flared, kept at bay by the peace within my mind. At last I rounded the final corner, a severe reprimand ready on my lips.

The harsh phrases died in the back of my throat. Instead of seeing two guards beating the stuffing out of the sailor, I arrived just in time to watch both my underlings collapse, stunned and bleeding, in an untidy pile. The light above the backdoor showed me the triumphant sailor, dilated eyes tweaking like excited weasels, rattling the knob. He would not get in; only the front door could be opened without a key. Eyes blazing in anger, I stepped out of the shadows, confronting my first unruly patron.

"Looks like you've had a bit of luck tonight, but the fun ends here, Sailor. Leave now, and you can do so without injury. I'm willing to overlook the harm you've caused my staff. On the other hand, if I can still see you by the time I count to five, you'll be a lot worse for wear than they are."

I flashed my badge then returned it to my pocket, eyes boring into the navigator's skull. I hoped he would take the invitation to leave, but doubted it would be that easy. A half drunk hopped-up tough guy wasn't likely to enjoy being bossed around. I breathed in, rolled my shoulders to loosen them, then breathed out and started counting.

"One."
"Two..."

[Elijah_Morendale]

By the heavens, she just winked at me...

Elijah turned away from Alicia's gaze, biting down hard on his lower lip, his confidence quickly leaving him in the form of a cold sweat. Time seemed to slow down dramatically with each step towards his fate, the bass pounding from the speakers making his temples throb. This will only end in tears, I just know it.

Nadia appeared beside him, adorned with several hoops that emitted a soft, neon-colored glow. She was waving around several smaller lengths of the tube between her thin fingers, which were also giving off the same orange, purple, and green light. The glowing, cast off her green t-shirt and red and purple striped tank top, gave her an eerie appearance. Her crimson bangs flew about her head as she danced, her movements sporadic yet matching the rhythm of the music perfectly.

"Come on, chief! You're about to get you some! What's the matter?" Elijah could see a soft blue glow escape from her mouth, possibly due to another one of those objects.

He spoke with a normal tone. It would've been damn near impossible to make out what he said over the blaring music. "I--I can't dance. I don't know what I'm doing out here, I don't even know what I'm doing here."

"Relax. All you gotta' do is watch whatever the rest of these fine folks are doing, then emulate their movements."

Elijah shook his head slightly, taking a quick look at the people around him. "No. No way. It's like an uncoordinated wave of skankage out here. They're all like... Rubbing their asses on each others' legs or something! You're telling me that's what dancing is?"

Nadia grinned. "See? You know more about this than you thought you did!"

The adventurer, with female cargo in tow, grumbled to himself. They weaved between the jumbled mass of patrons, Elijah secretly looking for a crowded spot where he could easily duck out unnoticed and return to his seat at the bar, should the situation become unpleasant.

By this time, his confidence had completely disappeared, along with his dignity. He was prepared for full on embarrassment in front of Alicia. He began by bobbing his head along with the beat. His eyes darted from person to person, hoping to pick up clues as to what he'd try next.

This TOTALLY isn't my scene...

[Autumn]

A willowy cloaked figure strode through the back alleys of Radasanth, hips swaying, well balanced despite the considerable heels on her knee-high boots. The hood of the cloak was drawn up, but not to conceal her identity. It was a shallow hood, and anyone who cared to look could see quite plainly that the figure was a female Aleraran Elf. Her olive skin faded into the night easily, matching the deep purple of the cloak. Like deep, round pools of water her eyes shone, pupils dilated to the maximum, for her heritage allowed her to see into even the deepest shadows. She moved confidently, unafraid, until at last she spotted her target.

Autumn Horizon aproached the large man, who stood with just his feet visible to most eyes. The rest of his body was hidden by shadows, leaning up against a large dark building. Autumn lowered her hood, approaching wihtout hesitation. She took up a similar position, leaning against the wall next to the muscular fellow. She only hoped she remembered the proper pharases. If not, the entire trip would be for nothing.

"Can you help me out?" Her voice was soft, near a whisper in the quiet alley. But the large man heard it.
"Are you in need?" Autumn breathed a silent sigh of relief. She had used the right words.
"A quarter is all I need tonight, friend."
"Two hundred gold pieces."

The transaction was completely invsible to the man's eyes, but Autumn could watch it take place. One fine-boned hand emerged from her cloak, dropping a small sack into the man's outstretched palm. It clanked metalically. In return she received a fine silk bag, near the same size but much lighter. Without further speech the customer moved away, satisfied.

Autumn had made the journey to Radasanth accompanying her Father and older brother, their visit for political reasons which she was not allowed to know. Of course, her father had made it clear she was to remain in her suite at the expensive inn which they patronized. The drow princess smiled as she moved for the night, remembering the favor her brother had done her. He was the only member of her family who truly understood that she was not an infant to be wrapped in silk and put to bed at the first sign of dark. He had distracted her "retainers"- guards is what they really were- long enough for her to escape for a night of freedom. He had also given her instructions on how to find the man in the shadows, and further directions detailing the resting place of a suitable club called the Flesh Failures. Autumn navigated the back alleys of Radasanth like an experienced hoodlum, following the map laid out in her head by her brother's directions.

Soon she recognized several landmarks, approaching the night club from the rear. She moved to a side street, intent on seeking the front entrance, when a voice caught her sensitive ears.

"Looks like you've had a bit of luck tonight, but the fun ends here, Sailor..." Startled, Autumn turned and followed the sound of the voice, which carried through the dark city's back alleys like a wraith. Rounding a corner she saw two men, illuminated by a single lamp above a barred door. Evidently, they had both just come out, and were having a disagreement.

A confrontation... how delicious.

The recently purchased herb narcotics would have to wait. Autumn stayed far back in the deepest shadows, her powerful eyes watching the two men with utmost curiosity.

[Raziel]

Raziel recognized the man as soon as he flashed his badge. That fucker was staring at me the whole time while I was at the bar. I just thought he was gay, not security. The sailor’s heart beat faster and his muscles tighten as the man in black rained down his judgment. The cocaine in his blood peer pressured his rational thoughts into mocking the hazel eyed man as he started his semi-dramatic countdown.

“Three,” The man in black stated with no emotion.

“Three,” Raziel stuck up his middle finger and flexed it three times. The air felt slightly cooler and crisper as fiery adrenaline pumped through the navigator’s coked up arties.

“Four,” the finger yet again flexed in sequence. The gloom of the back alley lifted as his blood shot eyes dilated.

“Four and a half,” his middle finger felt awkward as it tried to imitate a “half.” The smell of the nearby garbage bins and sewer manholes emitted rank odors that struck offensive to Raziel’s olfactory senses.

“Four and three quarters,” now his finger felt really awkward as it twisted, some how, into “three quarters” of a finger. The beat of the bass and the soft snoring of the unconscious guards caressed the seaman’s ears.

“Five,” his middle finger rose along with the rest of his fingers, to show the guard that he too has five fingers. Raziel did not really taste anything, besides the tangy aftertaste of his bullshit concoction.

“Listen, boy. I was having a really good time inside until Stupid and Ugly behind me had to ruin it. I mean did you see that red head, HOTTTT!” Raziel smiled and actually raised his arms in the air as he shouted. But of course the realization that his targeted woman is now doing something, or someone, else dawned on him. His grey eyes had shown steely cold as he too bored into the man in black’s skull.

“But, no. A fine patron as myself gets treated with no dignity. Like a hooker or a fucking slave. Or like a three legged dog whose owner is a drunken vagabond and forgets to feed him for weeks on end. Poor, poor, Stumpy, such a good dog.” Ok, so the cocaine did not mix too well with the adrenaline and it shows as Raziel continued to flap his chaps to the guard.

“…and if you want to continue down the trail you are heading, you will sure end up like your bumbling friends behind me.” The cocaine induced sailor jerked a thumb over his shoulder to Stupid and Ugly. As he dropped his arm to his side, he suddenly felted naked without his seaxes and knifes inside his sleeves. Unfortunately he left his normal travel clothes at the Boarding House, along with his weapons.

Another odd thing happened as well. A sober rational thought entered into the navigator’s hopped up mind. What the hell am I doing? For fuck’s sake, I can see his abs through his shirt!

[IBB]

Dayas's mind had long since wandered out to dance among the gyrating bodies, but a light touch on the shoulder soon startled him back into his seat. He turned to see the black-haired woman he had noticed before standing over him.

...Holy shit the hot chick is actually talking to me, was the only coherent thought he could form for several moments. Perchik warbled in satisfaction as Dayas tried to covertly gulp down the dry lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. He quickly flashed her his friendliest grin and gestured to the seat next to him.

"Go right ahead," he said, trying not to sound overly excited. There was just something about women with black hair that he found so alluring, and the gorgeously curvaceous form of this raven-haired beauty made her seem even more irresistible in his eyes. "The name's Dayas. How about you?"

[Aiko]

She smiled as the young man lost all coherent thought for several moments.

A dry lump in the throat, how cute.

"Go right ahead," the young man said. She could tell he was excited, his body language had all but shouted that from the nearest roof top. She knew he found her irresistable, and now she was going make him very happy.

She slid into the seat next to him, one hand resting lightly on his knee.

"The name's Dayas. How about you?" The young man said introducing himself.
"Aiko. Why don't we get something to drink?" She suggusted.

[Seline]

After having the sailor dragged out in front of her, Kara sat back down and after a few minutes looked at the man still beside her. "Well that was a complete waste of my time and effort. He's probably out there now getting his head kicked in." She grabbed her wine glass and took a couple of sips. "Are you still interested in that dance, or are you going to loose you nerve and leave?"

She slipped gracefully off the chair and walked to wards the dance floor, her hips swaying gently and seductively. As she reached her destination at the edge of the dance floor she turned back to the white haired man, which she had already guessed his age to be around seventeen or eighteen.

Delecately she place a hand on her hip and gave him a look that said: 'Well? Are you coming or what?'

[Death's Nephew]

As soon as Tommy saw the sailor walk up from his flailing about on the dance floor, narrowly missing knocking out anyone around him, his anger flared up. The lack of acknowledgement told the teen that he was thought of as next to nothing, completely helpless to fend off the older man from his prey.

Before he had a chance to strike him in the throat with his elbow, two large security guards approached him and “escorted” him out of the club. When he saw his former Citadel opponent leave through the front, he knew something was going on. He wanted in on it, his blood boiling with the passion he was saving for whichever woman he wanted to seduce tonight.

As if on cue, her voice floated to his ears over the music, inviting him back to his own request. She seemed to glide like a succubus intent reeling in her quarry. When she stopped and gave him an inquisitive look, he smiled coolly at her and enjoyed the very light buzz that he was now feeling. Walking through the mesh of dancers, catching phrases of conversations and sensing an almost overwhelming feeling of auras that bounced as high as pure of heart to devil’s assistant, he looked her up and down slowly, letting her know she had his attention. If you tried to sneak a look, it made you look like a creep; some nasty pervert. But if you had already gotten beyond just a foot in the door, this was the best way to compliment her short of touching her. Yelling, “YOU LOOK HOT!” over the music wasn’t very smooth. But a look of sensual desire and lust could be quite effective in the right situation.

“I’m not the type to lose my nerve so easily,” he said to her as he finally got past a few drunk dancers. Starting off slowly, his shoulders began moving to the beat of the music and he looked at mass of people that were literally heating up the dance floor. “Let’s see if we can catch up to them,” he said with a grin.

[Poison]

Apologies for taking so long...I really have no excuse, so I'm not gonna offer one. Sorry!

Poison moved gracefully to the dance floor. It had been a long time since she had danced and the last time she did it was not in a club setting. A few moments into the song, she was moving to the music as easily as most of the rest of the patrons.

Ever observant, she noticed that Elijah did not seem too comfortable on the dance floor. Grinning wickedly, she danced closer to him. The vampiress could almost taste the blood flowing through his veins, she was so close. Looking him in the eye, she winked and laughed.

"Come on, Elijah! Relax! No one is going to care how well you can dance, least of all me."

[Breaker]

I had to repress the urge to yawn. The godamn sailor wouldn't stop talking. It was obvious he didn't relish the idea of fighting me. I had been hoping the lummox would either get scared and take off, or try to hit me. If he had taken a swing at me, I'd have had no issues with beating him into the ground. But to attack someone unprovoked-- even a gorilla like this guy-- is something I've never been comfortable doing. So I stood there, listening with decreasing patience as he talked, and talked, and talked.

Finally, the litany ended. I stood with my arms crossed, confident but annoyed.

"Are you finished?" It sounded like something one would say to a child who kept asking for a treat. In Raziel's case, he was asking me to hurt him, but I resisted. I didn't want to sink to the same level as the burly guards he had already done away with.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. The sailor's eyes were wild, showing the effects of the heavy dose of cocaine had taken. He was also having trouble staying on a single train of thought, and just plain acting like a moron. I had never done coke myself, but wasn't unfamiliar with what it did to a person's perception. A peaceful way of frightening the sailor away had ocurred to me. Grinning maniacally, I stepped forward.

"Are you finished?" I repeated, flexing the muscles throughout my body. I could feel tendons and sinew sticking out against my flesh, in my neck, arms, legs-- everywhere. I channelled adrenaline and flexed again, the muscles bulging even more.

"Are you FINISHED?" I was becoming a regular broken record. Suddenly, my skin was glowing, a bright golden aura emitting from my very pores. I began rolling my shoulders in mad circles, twitching my head from side to side like an electrocuted ferret.

"Are YOU finished? Are you FINISHED? Are y-y-ou-ou finissshhhhed?" I must have looked like a complete maniac, muscles bulging, skin glowing, and vibrating like a live wire. I hoped it would be enough to frighten the hopped up brawler away.

To keep myseolf from laughing, I quickly began allowing pranic energy to flow into me. Immediately, the desire to chuckle faded. All emotion faded; I was just a machine, a machine acting very accurately like an insane person.

[Elijah_Morendale]

Sorry it took so long. Creativity lapse. My bad.

Alicia was getting close, perhaps too close for Elijah's tastes. As she spoke to him, he could smell her perfume. There was also a reassuring tone in her voice, one that told him that tonight might not be so bad after all. His confidence was slowly returning as he began to move with the beat in a fashion that complimented the woman's own dance maneuvers.

Nadia spun over, still glowing like a neon rainbow. "Good, you've passed Level One. Now, make with the small talk!" With a grin, she twirled back into the throngs of dancers.

Conversation... Um, alright. Elijah looked back at the stunning figure in front of him. Her beautiful silver hair was flowing along with her motions. His curious eyes moved downward, freezing once reaching a certain opening in her clothes. His mouth slightly opened in awe. H-holy cleavage!

Realizing what he was doing, the adventurer quickly made eye contact with Alicia, silently praying that she didn't notice. Letting out a small chuckle, he quickly racked his brain for something to talk about.

"So... Uh..."

[Breaker]

((Raziel is being bunnied out in the interest of this thread not dying. Raz, if you want back in just AIM me.))

The sailor's footsteps echoed like the reverberations of a snare drum as he ran down the alley, finally turning a corner and leaving my field of vision. I stopped hopping around and tried to regain my composure. It should have been an easy task, alone in a back alley, but I was being watched. I could feel it.

I stomped out the strange urge to blush. Blushing is not something that I do. I'm rarely embarrassed, and on the odd occasion that I am, I cover it easily. In that apparently empty, dark alley however, I felt my cheeks begin to radiate heat. Allowing pranic energy to flow through me once more, the color faded from my cheeks as quickly as it had arrived. I breathed easy and silently, my senses heightened. I could hear the breathing of another, somewhere nearby, but the echoing nature of the back alleys stopped me from detecting the direction. I stepped into deeper shadows, emptying the pool of light and allowing my eyes to adjust to the gloom.

"There!"

I could see the dim outline of a person, my sharpened vision picking out the slightest imperfection of a cloak against the wall behind it. My nose twitched, picking up the scent of heady perfume, and something else. Something I hadn't smelled in a long time... I couldn't put my finger on it, but wanted to find out. I took a deep breath and called out, making my voice open and soothing.

"I can see you there. Come out, I won't hurt you and I promise I'm not crazy." As an afterthought, I held up my badge once more and added; "I'm head of security at this club. Do you have business here?"

With my head, I gestured at the Flesh Failures, then returned the badge to my pocket. The night had just gotten a little weirder.

~~~~~~~~

Inside, the club was hopping like a mad frog, full nearly to maximum capacity with gyrating bodies and drinking zombies. The smell of sweat and alcohol mingled to form a musky elixir, only partially concealed by the strategically placed burning incense. Suddenly a large curtain was thrown down in one of the corners, and three large cages were wheeled to the centre of the dance floor. They caused a small commotion, for suddenly the bump and grinders were pressed closer together than they had originally intended. This drew immediate attention to the cages, and their willing occupants.

Three leggy, strikingly beautiful women danced within the shiny chromium steel cages, their sparkling outfits more promiscuous than even the most outgoing club hopper. The girls gripped the bars, leaped about and shook their long, loose hair about. Two raven brunettes were in the outer cages, while a blond occupied the third. Angeline was in her element, face alight with a seductive smile, long legs flashing about. The wheeled platforms held the bottom of the cages at waist height, and a crowd pressed around them, gripping the bars, perspiring faces staring up at the glistening godesses.

Quite suddenly, one of the cages was empty. Angeline had stepped out onto a small dais built into her platform, the daughter enjoying her father's establishment to its fullest. She drew a deep shuddering breath, laughing like a succubus at the number of eyes her full form was drawing.

"Looks like this cage needs a new dancer!" She shouted to the crowd, her voice carrying over the music as if by magic.
"Anyone who spends five minutes in the cage and gets this crowd properly riled--" a roar from said crowd drowned her out temporarily-- "drinks free for the rest of the night! Have at 'er, girls!"

With that the buxom blond shuffled sideways, gesturing towards a short ladder which led the the platform and inevitably, the cage's door. Several girls in the crowd were being egged on, but no one made an immediate move. Angeline smiled brighter still. If no one else wanted the fun, she would take a second turn.


((Cage dancing is on a first-come, first-served basis. Whoever posts their character getting in there first gets to stay there until they RP themselves out. Remember not to bunny Angeline; treat her like a PC.))

[Poison]

As the cages rolled through, Anita stopped her dancing and stood leaning partially against Elijah. She watched for a moment and was about to turn away when she heard the offer of free drinking for a dancer. Seeing that no one else was willing to take on the blonde's offer, Anita winked at Elijah and stepped forward.

"I'll dance."

Anita climbed the ladder quickly and entered the cage. Hands on hips she watched the crowd for a moment, then began dancing nice and easy. A small smile adorned her face as she watched the crowd. This would be fun.

Subtly, she changed the way she moved. Holding on to the bars, she arched backward, not caring that the movement pulled the front of her dress up to the point that one would not have to look hard to see up her dress. Being as flexible as she was, people on the opposite side of the cage got a splendid look down the neck of her dress.

Bringing herself back up, she put on a seductive smile, being sure to catch Elijah's eye and wink every so often as she danced. Anita made use of every inch of the cage in her dancing as if she'd been born to it.

[Elijah_Morendale]

The adventurer couldn't believe what he was seeing. There, in the dark, crowded club was an angel dancing in a cage, and she was winking and smiling at him. Of the dozens of single guys who would've killed to even be as close to such a beauty, she chose him. Elijah stared in awe at the woman with silver hair, his eyes glued to the hypnotic motion of her hips.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

Nadia felt obligated to phase in, still adorned with the neon lights, and answer his rhetorical question. "I don't know, but consider yourself lucky with this one. If she's that crazy in a freakin' dance cage, I can only guess as to how she'll be later tonight."

"Later tonight?" He tore his eyes away from Anita long enough to shoot Nadia a quizzical look.

"Yeah, you know, when she's jumping your bones and all. Ten gold says she takes you to the Boarding House next door." Nadia smiled from ear to ear as she slowly faded from his sight.

Elijah didn't quite know what to make of that. It was true that Nadia had led him here to get laid, but... On the first night? He'd rather that they got to know each other better first, maybe go out to dinner at someplace other than the taverns that he frequented before they bumped fuzzies. He slowly faced Anita once more, her movements bringing a smile to his face, sending a rush of emotion through him that the poor lad had never experienced before.

Ah, fuck it.

He clapped along with the music, cheering on the goddess that was putting on a show just for him--in his own mind, at least.

[Autumn]

To say the least, Autumn was confused by the odd scenario. What had seemed like the beginnings of a back-alley brawl had suddenly transformed into one man hopping around like a goose in mating season, and the other taking flight like... well, like a goose in migration season. The princess was about to slip away when the remaining man hailed her.

She stood stock still, slim fingers gripping a red-tasseled throwing spike beneath her cloak. She had not expected the man to detect her, but obviously his senses surpassed those of most humans. For an instant Autumn considered running, but was held back by the security guard's sincerity. He looked like a dangerous man-- rippling muscles and a well chiseled jaw, not to mention the strange scar beneath one eye. Clearly he had been through as much fighting as any drow warrior. Despite this, Autumn did not feel threatened. She was used to being around dangerous men. After all, her own brother was considered one of the Queen's greatest Captains, and a kinder, gentler elf could be found nowhere in Alerar. Taking a deep breath, Autumn stepped into the pool of light, lowering her hood as she did so.

Although the magnificent eyesight her race afforded her had allowed the drowess a full view of Josh while she stood in the shadows, stepping closer to him threw his physique into much sharper relief. He was tall, but not excessively so, for many male elves (and a good few female ones) would tower over him. Despite this, he carried an aura of confidence which was only partially generated by the obvious power of his body. His light-colored eyes were gentle as his voice had been, but strong, as immovable as the man himself had been against the much larger sailor.

Quite suddenly, Autumn stopped herself. She could feel a carnal desire growing within herself, and stomped it out immediately, then poured ice water over it for good measure. She was no stranger to the flesh failures, even if she had never been to the club named after them. Despite this, her intentions were not to indulge in a man that night. Besides, it was forbidden... a human? If she ever did marry, it would be to an Aleraran elf, and probably one of royal bloodline. The vast differences between a one night stand and marriage shied away from Autumn's mind for the moment, for she realized that she had been standing there, staring at the guard for nearly ten seconds without saying anything. Adopting a calm, almost regal attitude, she smiled in a friendly manner and cleared her throat.

"If this club is the Flesh Failures, then yes, I wish to patronize it tonight. Perhaps you would be so kind as to lead me to the entrance. After assissting your, ahh... comrades, of course."

Autumn spoke the foreign dialect with careful precision. Her schooling in Tradespeak was quite thorough, for she had begun learning the language of Corone at a very young age. A slight teutonic accent still marred her words though, giving her speech a slightly lilting sound. Her blue eyes gazed up at his hazel ones, trying not to squint against the light shed from behind him.

[Maia]

((Minor Bunny thingy allowed by Poison))

Drinks were funny things. The first one always seemed to be drunk slowly, the taste savored in the mouth. When the liquid happiness no longer obscured the bottom of the glass, it was almost required to fill it back up. From there, the second drink was sent down to join the company of the first drink. When that happened, some extra guests crashed the party and Maia began to feel that buzz of the inebriated. It seemed to travel slowly through her body as she drank, like someone waking up slowly and happily.

Maia was not a light weight when to came to drinking. Part of that was due to her rather unique physiology. She could go through as many glasses as a sailer and ask for more when he fell. The shots she took however, were more then enough to get her drunk. The bartender herself began to tap Maia off as she watched in amazement. The used glass formed a small pyramids as they were emptied down Maia's throat and reached the fourth level. To Maia's pouting face, she was cut off quickly, and a signal was sent for a security guard to watch her carefully.

The girl through stood with smiling pearls and flushed cheeks. The only evidence of her drinking came from her blushing face. She nearly bounced from the seat, red dress revealing creamy skin. She paused for a moment, hitching up the top of the red material so it covered her large chest. From there, she half glided and half skipped to where she could dance. The floor was large and exciting. The crowd on it was its own entity, living and breathing and rising and laughing. The girl watched with bright and careful eyes for only a moment or two, then joined into the throng with considerable enthusiasm.

When the spot for the cage opened up, Maia was in the middle of the crowd, and didn't notice until another beautiful woman climbed into the cage. She stopped for a moment, watching the woman above her with a pouting look upon her face. She had wanted to be the first to make it to the cage itself, but the woman with the silver hair beat her to it. Maia waited though and then an idea struck he that seemed to be a lot more fun then before.

She broke through the last line or so of the crowd, walking deliberately toward the ladder of the cage. From there she hoisted her curvy body up quickly, grinning sultry as she did so. She stepped onto the dais, bowing low so that the crowd good look at her and see that she meant to give a good show as well. The lass slipped into the cage, giving a knowing smile towards the other other one. She nodded slightly at her.

“Let's give them a real show,” came out of her mouth in a whisper just enough to reach the woman with the silver hair. The cage was more then large enough for the both of them to dance together and Maia didn't wait for a reply. Her whole body seemed to move with an inner fire, twisting and sliding to the beat of the music. Her dress held on valiantly, hugging her gyrating body and leaving very little of her form to the imagination. The two girls with black hair in the other cages slowed down, almost memorized by the center cage. She dropped a wink to her partner as the audience cheered and made it all worthwhile.

[Elijah_Morendale]

The music was loud and the throngs of other club-goers were colliding into Elijah, but it still could not distract him from keeping his lust-filled eyes away from watching the sexy woman with the silver hair doing her thing in the cage. He was mesmerized by her motions, her hips swaying back and forth like a pendulum on crack.

A particularly hard bump into his back brought the adventurer back to his senses. Nadia stood beside him, gawking just as much at Alicia. "You know something, chief? I'm beginning to think this one is way out of your league." She brought her arm up to her mouth, wiping a trickle of drool off her pale face.

Elijah looked over, his eyes narrowed at his imaginary friend. "What do you mean, out of my league?"

"You heard me. She's too good for you." Nadia paused for a moment. "So that means when the time comes for you two to get it on, I'll be taking over to save you any sort of in-bed embarrassment." She tore her eyes away from the pleasurable sight long enough to grin at him.

"What, you think I'm going to cop out?"

"Maybe not cop out... How about... Pass out? Freak out? Wuss out?"

Elijah dismissed her comments and looked back over at the cage. Alicia was joined by another woman, this one an attractive blond wearing a red dress that he was sure to be a size or two too small, gauging by how much of her cleavage was showing. Elijah couldn't help but to feel a twinge of jealousy--he wanted to be in that cage with Alicia! The adventurer continued to cheer his prize and her new dance partner on as they continued their show.

[Poison]

((OOC: just thought I'd point out that it's Alicia, not Anila :P oh and bunnying approvedsors ^^))

Alicia raised an eyebrow at the new girl for just a moment, then gave the barest of nods. Changing her location to allow the red clad dancer a little more space, she began dancing anew. This time moving with the blond haired woman. She smiled as she heard the cheers from the crowd at seeing two gorgeous women dancing in the cage, but she was getting bored with the bars. Smiling she danced close enough to the new girl to whisper in her ear.

"They're all yours, hun, enjoy."

Laughing, she danced her way out of the cage, leaving the new girl to have the crowd all to herself. No sooner had Alicia's feet hit the floor than a large, obviously drunk man slipped his arm around her waist.

"How's about you come dance for me, angelcake?"

Alicia crinkled her nose in disgust as his alcohol-soaked breath hit her face. He was a tall man and would have been handsome if he were not so drunk. She liked alcohol herself, but drunkenness disgusted her. Taking his hand in hers, she tried to pull away from him.

"Maybe another time, but I'm with someone else tonight."

The man's bloodshot eyes flashed and he held tighter to her, pulling her away from the crowd and toward the upstairs suites. "Forget him, I'm twice the man he is without even looking at him. Let's go, your dancing is marvelous, but I bet it's even better naked," he chuckled.

Try as she might, Alicia could not get free from the man. For being so drunk, he was still pretty strong. Looking about for Elijah, she finally spotted him and tried to get his attention.

"Elijah! Help me! Elijah!!"

Still struggling to get free, she kept calling out to him, hoping he would hear her. Tired of dragging her, the big man picked her up by the waist, ignoring her feet as they kicked at his shins.

[Elijah_Morendale]

There was a small amount of commotion going on near the center dancing cage, aside from all the club goers drooling over or trying to emulate the dancers. Elijah looked on as Alicia was confronted by a tall drunkard. Alarms went off in the back of his head as the man grabbed her. And then, he could hear the cliched "damsel in distress" scream for help aimed at him when he hefted a thrashing Alicia up by her slender waist. It's quite amazing that, no matter how crowded a room is, you always hear your name being shouted.

Fuck! That son of a bitch is getting away with her! Can't you take a hint that she doesn't want you, asshole? Elijah set off after the two, trying as hard as he could to make his way through the throngs of people. He was pushed every which way to the rhythm of the music, his body jarring against people every second or so.

"Excuse me, sorry, pardon me, I need to get through!"

He was beginning to lose sight of the man and Alicia as they made their way off the dance floor. Suddenly, at the worst possible moment no less, he felt an arm slip around his waist and a rubbing sensation on his leg. He quickly turned his head and saw the blond from before--the one with the white skirt and pink shirt that Nadia knocked on earlier that night. The sexy specimen was grinding his leg, an act that freaked the living hell out of the normally timid adventurer.

"What the fuck! Go away! I'm spoken for!" He quickly shoved the woman off of him and made a break through the crowd, parting them with one-armed shoves. Dammit! Where the hell did they go?

As he reached the edge of the dance floor, he could see the man trying to force himself upon Alicia. This was something that he couldn't stand for, be it because he had the hots for the Alicia or because the unwritten code of the adventurer dictates that he help any girl in distress.

Balling his fists in expectation of a brawl, he addressed the tall man, shouting in hopes that he could be louder than the crowd at the club. "Hey! She's with me! Put her down and I might be kind enough to leave you in traction for a few months!"

[Breaker]

((Bunny of Autumn approved.))

In the cool night air, it took only moments of face-slapping to awaken the unconscious guards. I sent them around the front of the building with chastizing commands, knowing a serious rebuke was unecessary. The two scowled all the way, trying to hide their embarassment at being upset by an intoxicated sailor. As they disapeared down the alley, I turned back to the drowess, gesturing for her to follow me.

"Right this way. My name is Josh Cronen, it's always a pleasure to meet one of our patrons."

The introduction felt awkwardly formal, and I chalked it up to the fact that it was my first night on the job. I navigated the twisting alleys with the leggy elf in tow, resisting the urge to glance over my shoulder. She was the type of woman you can't fully appreciate in a single glance. Obviously fit and attractive from head to toe, she was a definite knockout. Even the strange olive shade of her skin made her more intoxicating, exotically beautiful. Before I could think more on the topic, we had entered the club.

She shouted something that I couldn't hear over the noise of the crowd and music, then made her way to a table near the wall and sat down. She had chosen by far the emptiest section of the club, in fact the only area which was not crowded. I followed, partially in case she needed some help, but mostly because it was difficult not to pursue the swaying, rolling motions her hips made as she strode across the floor.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." I yelled as suavely as I could, then turned to go. Her quick response caught me off guard.

"Would you care to join me?"

I spun around, excuses about how I needed to make my rounds already forming on my tongue, but my throat closed up. From her cloak she had pulled a small cloth bag, and the scent I hadn't experienced in years wafted towards my nose. The temptation was too great; I sat next to her, observing the goings-on with my back to the wall. The cage dancers were in full swing, and I leaned back, enjoying the show.

[Maia]

Maia paused only for a moment as the silver-haired beauty left the cage with a wiggle, leaving Maia alone and with many eyes still on her. Her dress seemed to almost stick her her body now, a thin film of perspiration giving her a shiny look. She paused only for a moment, controlling her face so that a only a coy smile would pause through. She took one or two steps, every movement stolen from a queen's movements. Every action and word watched as if she really was royalty. A hand went up, pulling her her dress slightly from its spot, covering some of her chest that had begun to show. She gave a wink to the crowd, keeping the same smile upon her face.

She began to dance again, slowly at first, but in time to the beat that was still being pounded out. They were simple movements, merely swaying her body and arms. Her legs moved slowly, stepping so her whole body was in motion. She began to dance more quickly, her entire body keeping in time with the music. The girl even felt her heart beat along to the music's deep beat, thumping as it was pumped out by the band. Her controlled face broke to a wide, easy smile, nearly everything around her beginning to shine with a beautiful light. Maia lost track of the time as her hips swayed, chest heaved and arms swung, moving with the grace of an angel. Every step and movement seemed to be perfect and precise.

Maia became engrossed in the dance, until something she did not expect happened. Her red dress, the slinky, sexy dress that hugged her curves and stayed true despite the abuse it was taking, began to lose its battle. One of the stitches began to loosen, slowly at first, but then more quickly. Maia suddenly stopped dancing, her smile quickly fading as she saw a peek of flesh previously covered. Her mind, slowed on both the alcohol and ecstasy of the dance, jumped to the conclusion quickly. Somewhere in the back of her mind, secondary to what she knew she needed to do, she remembered the small break in the dress. The stitches were cheap, easily snapped but strong if someone was careful. She could hear the merchant giggling as she felt the hole widen a little with barely any prompting.

Maia left quickly, opening the door with her right hand with her left crossed over her large breasts. The stitch was beginning to cause a reaction as it grew, revealing lacy lingerie that only just barely covered the important bits. She climbed down the cage quick, nearly hoping and gripping the fabric of her dress, unknowingly tearing it a little more down the side. She moved quickly, nearly running through the crowd with a look of fear and a deep maroon blush. Her hurrying body took her to a less crowded part of the bar, where she bit her lower lip. The journey was cut short however as the girl tripped over something on the ground, falling hard and with a ripping sound that did not bode well for the angel sprawled on the floor.

[Autumn]

Finally relaxed in a solid wooden chair, Autumn pulled the recent purchase from within her cloak. The cloth bag's inviting aroma pulled her back to the last time she had sampled narcotics, some months before. This is what I need, the drow Princess told herself, To relax, calm myself, and enjoy the evening. The Flesh Failures certainly seemed like an ideal place for that. Her round azure eyes swept the boiling crowd, lingering temporarily on the cage dancers. Such a careless lack of modesty in these young women. Although, I suppose it could be enjoyable...

Autumn looked to the large man now seated opposite her. He looked completely confident, calm despite the near run in with the much larger sailor. Larger, perhaps, but no more fit. This Josh Cronen is built very well, his shirt is not tight but through it I can still observe... muscles... The drowess shook herself, steadying her mind. She had invited the guard to share her table for one reason and one reason alone: when enjoying such a potent strain of cannabis sativa, it was customary to offer some to your host. That was the reason, and the only reason.

From a deep pocket Autumn pulled a long-stemmed wooden pipe, her brother's. He had lent it to her for the night, along with the instructions of where to go. Pulling a generous portion of green herb from the bag, she packed the bowl tightly. Strewth, no flint, no steel, no matches. She looked around for several moments before conceding defeat and turning her orbish eyes to the guard, imploring him

"Do you have means to make fire?"

[Poison]

The large man looked at the much smaller Elijah and laughed. The very idea that a person so much smaller than he thought they were going to inflict the remotest bit of damage to him or stop him from doing whatever he pleased greatly amused the drunk. Chuckling, he set Alicia on her feet, but kept a tight hold of her wrist so she could not get away.

“Come on then, Shorty. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The big man dropped into a ready stance, obviously believing himself good enough to fight Elijah single-handedly. Despite the tight grip he had on her wrist, Alicia kept trying to get free. Try as she might, she could not stifle the feelings of panic and fear that were welling up in her. Memories of the last time she’d been forced to a bed against her will kept trying to resurface. TO make matters worse, she felt as helpless now as she had when she was 16 years old.

Across the room, two of the other security guards finally noticed the scuffle that was just starting to break out and began silently making their way toward the fighters, completely unnoticed by her captor. She looked at Elijah, her gray eyes pleading and fearful. She glanced pointedly toward the oncoming guards, not wishing for Elijah to get thrown out.

[Elijah_Morendale]

Elijah noticed the silver-haired beauty glancing off to the side, a look of worry on her face. He followed it, only to find that two big men working their way through the throngs of club-goers towards the three. Uh oh, he thought to himself. They must think that I'm up to no good. But, if I can get this tall bastard to throw the first punch... Elijah grinned, formulating a plan to get the man who held Alicia captive kicked out.

He turned his attention back to the man, who was scowling. "Well, shrimp?" Elijah immediately raised his foot up and brought his heel down hard on the man's foot. He howled in pain, letting go of Alicia in order to raise his thick hand and swing at the adventurer. Just as I predicted. Elijah brought his arms up in time to block the blow, but fell to the floor as part of the act.

The two bouncers caught the man before he could deliver a second punch. Hysterically, Elijah pointed at the man, screaming, "Did you see that? He hit me! He hit me for no reason at all!"

"What?!" The man looked around as his arms were restrained behind him.

"Come on, we think it's time for you to go home."

As the bouncers forcibly led the struggling inebriated man out of the club, Elijah rose to his feet. He rubbed the spot on his forearm where the first punch had connected, hoping to massage away the pain. He smiled at Alicia. "Sorry, that got kind of pathetic, I guess..."

[Poison]

Once the man was away from her, Alicia didn't even waste the time to answer Elijah's question. Closing the space between them in one long step, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him long and hard. After a moment, she withdrew her lips and laid her head against his shoulder.

"Thank you for stopping him. I don't care how it looked to anyone, you stopped him and that's all that matters."

She fell silent then and left her arms around his neck. She had been terrified when the man picked her up and wouldn't let her go. Images of her stepfather and the things he'd done kept popping into her mind's eye, but now that she was safe, she kept stubbornly pushing them away.

"So, what do we want to do now? We can do some more dancing or get some drinks...or we can go elsewhere..."

[Breaker]

A mild commotion caught my ever-vigilant attention, but the other guards moved swiftly to expel the guilty party. "Good to know they aren't completely useless." I chuckled inwardly. The exotic beauty re-captivated my attention even before the conflict ended. Autumn's elaborate curves and serpentine surety had hooked my interest like a northern pike. For the first time in years I felt nervous, second-guessing myself, worrying about "the right thing" to say. I tried to convince myself that the hot sweat running down my spine resulted from the rising room temperature. With the dancing in full swing and alcohol flowing through everyone's veins, the atmosphere was near that of a rave. Unlike Earth humans, Althanians had no concept of alcohol poisoning, nor any need for designated drivers. I breathed deep, shutting out the distracting crowd, meditating minutely to regain my composure.

From within my pocket I produced a book of matches. The Flesh Failures crawled across the cover, strong green italic letters. Accepting the proffered pipe, I clamped the stem between my teeth and struck a match. Immediately a burst of sulphurous smoke rose from the head, ghosting its way into the heavy club air. I waited until the flame travelled to the wood, not wanting the taste of sulphur to sour Autumn's herb. With my hand cupped to shield the tiny blaze, I lit the green plant and inhaled gently, long and slow. The smoke stung my lungs, for it was a long time since anything but pure, fresh air had been through my respiratory system. I choked back a cough, retaining the smoke, and passed the still lit pipe to Autumn. She nodded thanks, and although I may have imagined it, seemed to smile a little.

I leaned back, pressing my head into the coarse wooden wall. As I remembered from high school, the smoke held in my lungs seemed to begin a tingling which would soon spread across my body. After a long ten seconds I exhaled slowly, trying and failing to create smoke rings. It was a trick I never could master, and the fumes merely wafted away in tiny bursts.

Almost immediately I relaxed, my body becoming one with the chair. The dancer's movements morphed into choreographed madness, a private show meant to entertain me. I chuckled a little, the corners of my mouth stretching into a tight smile. Heart beating in time to the music, I enjoyed the ecstasy of breathing while my eyes swept the room, ever diligent in their duty to survey the madness.

[Elijah_Morendale]

Go somewheres... else?

A sudden wave of nervousness crept over Elijah's body for the first time ever since entering the club. Nadia jumped around, screaming, "I knew it! I so fucking called it! She wants to jump your bones! See what happens when you save the girl? You get laid, son!"

This isn't what I came here for! In fact, I didn't want to come here in the first place! Elijah briefly considered coming up with some lame excuse and bolting out of the Flesh Failures, leaving Alicia in his dust. But then again, he did just save her from a fate worse than his own company...

Her perfume still smelled as good as it did when he first laid eyes on her, the sweet fragrance filling his nostrils and clouding his thoughts. It was a strange feeling, her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder. Quite frankly, he didn't know what to do in this sort of situation. Nadia, noting that the silver-haired beauty appeared to be disturbed by something, suggested that he put his hands around her waist and hold her closely. So he did. The adventurer slowly pulled the woman close, giving her a tight squeeze. Time seemingly froze for him as he stood there, holding Alicia close.

He quietly whispered into her ear. "That sounds lovely, but how about another drink or two first?"

[Poison]

She smiled, "A drink sounds wonderful. Come on."

Taking his hand in hers she threaded her way to the bar, ordered drinks and told the keeper to deliver them to a table that wasn't too close to the dance floor. Alicia led her rescuer to the table and took a seat.

"I don't exactly feel like sitting on those tall bar stools right now, this is much more comfortable."

Their drinks arrived shortly after they'd taken their seats. Alicia lifted her cup to her lips and took a long sip, gazing over the rim at Elijah.

Perhaps this shall be an interesting night after all.

Smiling seductively, she scooted her chair close to his and leaned her head against his shoulder. She wanted to kiss him again, but she didn't want to move too fast and scare him away. So, she sighed happily, and sipped at her drink.

Other patrons came and went, some by themselves, some with company that they'd met that night. Most that left were drunk, high, or both. Alicia didn't care about them. She was interested in one person tonight, and so far, aside from the encounter with the other man, her night had gone perfectly.

"So, do you have anywhere pressing to be tonight?" she asked almost casually. She shifted her body so she curled one leg under her body, propping herself up a little higher. She folded her hands together across his shoulder and rested her chin on the backs of her hands, gazing into his blue eyes, "I would hate to have to part company after you rescued me so cleverly."

[Elijah_Morendale]

Elijah took a sip of his drink. It was sweet, but when combined with the pounding noise of the music and hundreds of other conversations occurring, it made his head spin a little. "Hmm? Oh, no, I don't have anywhere to be tonight."

This was it.

He turned his head, his face mere inches away from Alicia's. He gazed longingly into her shining gray orbs pulling him into her world. All of a sudden, it was as if they were the only two in the club--a strange feeling indeed for the adventurer. Several thoughts crossed his mind as he looked at the girl's lips.

Nadia whispered into his ear, "Do it, chief."

So he did the one thing he wanted to do all night since meeting the silver-haired beauty. He quickly leaned in, planting his lips on hers for a second. A quick wave of uneasiness passed through him, however. What the hell am I doing? I just met Alicia, and I'm already kissing her!" Elijah wasn't used to the company of a woman who didn't have it out for him. He just hoped that this one wouldn't be put off by his up-frontness.

[Poison]

Finally...

Alicia had been waiting for him to make a move and now that he had, she was certain the night would only get better. As his lips met hers, she returned his kiss, leaning into him. Slowly, she looped one arm around his neck, while the other sought his hands.

Slowly, very slowly, she let her tongue come forward and trace the outline of his lips before gently pushing against them. She didn't want to move too quickly for two reasons: one she didn't want to scare Elijah off and two, she was afraid that if she moved too quickly, she wouldn't be able to control her thirst for blood. Even now, being so close to Elijah's throat and the life giving liquid flowing there almost made her salivate. She hated that it had such an effect on her.

Still keeping their kiss going, Alicia turned so one leg was hooked over Elijah's knee. Then, she took the hand she was holding and placed it on her thigh. She broke their kiss for a moment and whispered several naughty ideas into his ear then placed several small kisses along his jawline as she worked her way back to his soft lips.

[Elijah_Morendale]

While Alicia whispered in one ear, Nadia gave him ideas in the other. "Now! Do it! She's wide open, and totally digs you! Grab her boobies!"

What?! Are you fuckin' kidding me?

"Dammit, chief! Is this, like, your first time getting this far with a woman?" He kept silent, overcome by the warmth of passion; which was all the answer that his imaginary friend needed. "Cheese and fucking shit balls ass rice, man! You're twenty! It's time that your hormones start doing their job!"

It was hard to not interrupt the making out to scream at Nadia. Well, it's not like I can stop and say, "Hey, would you mind if I fondled you for a second?" It just doesn't work like that!

"The hell it doesn't... She's got your hand on her thigh!" She relented for a few seconds, lowering her voice to a dull shout over the music. "Very well, pussy... Just--I don't know--give her leg a tight squeeze. Man, do I have to walk you through all the steps?" Elijah did. "Okay, now--"

Never mind, I'll take it from here. Nadia shut up immediately. The adventurer, feeling adventurous, slowly slid his hand further up Alicia's smooth thigh, but took a detour and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He brought his other hand up and ran it through her soft, silver hair as they continued their game of tonsil hockey into double overtime.

I hope I'm doing this right...

[Autumn]

As the long stemmed pipe passed between the newfound friends, Autumn's rigid posture began to relax. The ramrod in her spine began to melt and she actually squirmed in her chair.

"It has been too long since I sampled the delights of this herb." She told herself, eyes flashing one way then the next, following the blinking lights and pretty colours. A pleasurable sensation buzzed through her veins, washing away thoughts of her father and the limited lifestyle he imposed. "Not tonight... tonight I can live like a normal, free woman." Her eyes came to rest on the guard that shared her table, his muscular frame looking like molten steel.

Suddenly, she got a glimpse of someone watching her out of the corner of her eye. They turned away just as she looked, but it was certain they had been watching. "Oh no! Could it be my fathers retainers... have they found me already?" The princess could feel unexplainable panic welling up within her, eating away at the confidence which dominated her persona. She could scarcely think for all the worry, faces flashed at her across the dance floor, sneaking a look at her, checking her position, then disapearing. At a table nearby a young boy pretended to kiss his attractive companion, but his stiff posture and snaking eyes revealed that he was, in fact, spying on the princess.

"How can there be so many of them? Where did they come from? Wait..." A memory came to Autumn. Her brother had described a potential side effect of the cannabis, how it could effect one's conscience, make them think they were being watched. She had never experienced it before... but it was possible. The mere knowledge of this made her calm instantly, and she looked back to Josh, drawing on his easy confidence. He looked thoroughly content, watching the tavern he was charged with protecting while enjoying a social acquaintance.

Autumn suddenly found herself filled with the desire to learn about him, to get to know the man who seemed so kind and strong. Leaning forward, she placed a hand delicately on his forearm. The tingle that had been running through her skin exploded, a pleasant surge emnating from the point of contact. Autumn felt herself blushing as she was forced to shout over the noise.

"It is loud in here... could we go somewhere to talk?"

[Breaker]

"No way did she just ask to go somewhere alone with me."

I tried not to stare. The frosty exterior which had previously envelopped the princess faded like the morning dew. She was smiling at me, blushing even. I scanned the club, not really seeing anything until my eyes returned to hers. The authoritative officiality had gone, leaving only warmth and invitation. I knew I shouldn't desert my post, but the combined effect of alcohol, pot, and a beautiful girl proved too much for me. I stood, clasping the elf's slim hand in mine.

"Of course milady... right this way."

I led her through a door marked "Employees Only" and up a solid oak staircase. It led to a similarly furnished hall, and then to my room. I unlocked the door with a large brass key, holding the door for Autumn to walk through.

"Here you are... quiet and comfortable. Welcome to my home away from home."

[Poison]

Alicia was enjoying herself immensely. As Elijah pulled her closer, she shifted her weight so that the movement pulled her completely into his lap. Shifting more, she moved so that she straddled his lap and looped both arms around his neck.

Much more comfortable now, she softly kissed along his jaw and then down to the side of his throat. She could feel the blood rushing through his veins, and hunger welled up within her again. Stubbornly, she pushed the feeling away. Now was not the time to have a snack. Licking her lips she nibbled on his earlobe a moment before whispering softly.

"Perhaps we should move to a more...secluded...location. I don't exactly relish the idea of being out where everyone can see me...only your eyes are to get that privilege tonight..."

Chuckling softly, she started planting kisses up the side of his neck again, ending at his lips.

"I have a room at the Boarding House just across the yard..it's nice and close..."

[Autumn]

Autumn's head swam with the sudden acceleration of events. She looked around the small, cozy room. It spoke of a temporary residence, from the lack of personal affects to the spotless cleanliness. The princess circled the room slowly, feeling as if she was walking in space. Her hand trailed across the padded bed, its invitation clear. Heeled boots clicking, she made her way to the window. The superior lighting in the room caused a mirror-like effect on the glass. Autumn patted her hair, moving a stray strand behind her ear, then gently touched her hands to her cheeks. They were hot, almost at fever temperature. In the reflection, Autumn could see Josh behind her, standing patiently, watching her. His eyes dipped, caressing the curves of her body. The anger Autumn should have felt at such an obvious display of lust was lost to the powerful blast of pleasure which seared her mind.

He is attracted to me. He is.

The Princess half turned, then changed her mind and faced the window once more.

If he wants me, he will have to work for me. I will let him move first.

The idea of treating flirtation like a game of chess amused Autumn, moreso for the fact that she was sure Josh would make a capable opponent. Pretending to examine herself in the glass, she watched Josh, slowly removing the cloak from her shoulders, showing the slick silk clothing beneath.

[Breaker]

I stood casually, watching the elf princess explore my room. I felt that we could be two people, two souls surfing on the same mental wavelength. She seemed content to explore my room, pausing to examine inconsequential details of the architecture and decoration. I, on the other hand, had no problem with watching her examine my room. Even with the voluminous cloak draping her body, her seductive charm was nearly tangible. Her winding trail across the floor ended at the window where she seemed to become transfixed by her reflection. Even from behind, I could sympathize; her beauty could easily have that effect.

She stood admiring herself for a moment, primping the occasional detail. With no particular stimulation, I realized I had been standing on the spot for some time, watching her. Many girls might have found this creepy, but Autumn pretended not to notice. A slow smile captured my face as I approached her, walking closer and closer until our bodies were nearly pressed together.

"Don't stare into your eyes too long, Autumn. You might get lost."

With the addition of the heeled boots, she stood nearly as tall as me. Careful not to make any sudden movements, I reached forward with one hand. I had noticed the nasty looking spikes concealed about her body, and did not relish being impaled by any. She did not react at all, however, as I pressed both hands against her flat stomach, hugging her from behind. With a deft ease borne from years of practice, I lowered my head, planting a soft kiss on her neck. My lips touched her skin just below her left hear, leaving a soft moist imprint. The touch seemed electric, and I felt an involuntary shiver run through her body. Looking up, I met her eyes in the reflective glass. They seemed open and inviting, like two little blue horizons, calling me to another land.

"Screw the risks, that's always been your way."

The words of encouragment had barely flashed through my mind when I moved again. Placing a rough hand on her silky cheek, I turned her head slightly, snaking my neck around and pressing my lips firmly onto hers.

[Elijah_Morendale]

((bunny approved))

You know, Nadia, I'd appreciate it if you didn't cackle in my ear every time something actually goes my way.

Despite being lip-locked with the silver-haired beauty that was in his lap, Elijah was worried. He had never actually been this far with a woman before; little doubts about himself lingered in the back of his mind. The adventurer was also afraid of Nadia. There was a good chance that she would want in on his action and so something so completely "her" that would scare the living daylights out of Alicia, actions that he would have to own up to. Dissociative identity disorder sucks.

Elijah gazed longingly into Alicia's silver eyes, contemplating her proposal. He reflexively closed his eyes as she continued to peck away at his neck. "All right, let's get out of here."

"That didn't take much persuasion," Nadia smugly noted.

Shut the hell up.

Alicia slowly got off his lap, but not before planting another kiss on his lips, playfully biting down on his lower lip. He stood up, offering his hand to the girl. She smiled seductively as she slowly snatched it. Her skin felt soft against his own, sending a small chill up his arm and down his spine as he stood up and led her out of the dark, cramped, and noisy nightclub.

The door opened, revealing the barren streets of Radasanth. Elijah took a deep breath, thankful that he was finally free of the fetid odor of club-goers. "So, where's this room of--"

He was quickly cut off by another one of Alicia's mouth to mouth assaults. She draped her arms around his shoulders for support, her momentum nearly forcing him into the heavy wooden door of the Flesh Failures. Caught off guard, it took him a second to realize what was going on. Hey, is that her tounge in my mouth? Elijah slowly wrapped his arms around Alicia, pulling her voluptuous body against his own underneath the blanket of stars.

[Breaker]

((Bunnying approved.))

Heaven descended upon me.

The drowess' full lips felt so supple, so willing, perfect. She turned fully into my arms and I pushed her up against the window, my mouth over hers, eyes shut tight as her fingernails gouged the back of my neck, pulling me in ever closer. I had long since abandoned any thoughts of the void. Perhaps it was for that reason I didn't hear the sharp click of high-heeled shoes on the wooden planks of the hallway.

The door burst open. Instantly my body went to high alert. I spun, pinning Autumn between my back and the wall, protecting her. She said something angry I didn't understand. My mind raced. I had no weapons. Instinctively I reached behind me, snatching the two tasseled throwing spikes Autumn carried on her belt. I was halfway through throwing the spike when I noticed who had entered the room.

"Josh? What is this?"

Angeline stood on the threshold of my room, the affects of alcohol clearly visible on her face. She still looked as sexy as ever, but next to Autumn she paled like the moon next to the sun. I sighed heavily, stepping away from Autumn and handing the projectiles back to her. She accepted them with a murderous look, arms crossed over her ample chest. I looked from one beauty to the other and shrugged.

"It's what it looks like, Angeline. Sorry if you got the wrong idea last night."

The combination of alcohol and reefer impeded anything less brutal. A single tear ran down Angeline's face before she turned and left as swfitly as she had entered. The door slammed behind her, shaking the room. I sighed again, moving to the window and putting my forehead against it. The cool glass felt good.

"It appears this woman felt she had some claim to you, Joshua."

I glanced over my shoulder, shocked that Autumn hadn't already left.

"No one has claim over another person. I hardly even knew her."
"And still you broke her heart." A waspish smile appeared on the drowess' lips. "You are a heart breaker, Joshua. We should call you Breaker, to warn all women away from you."

I returned the smile, playing along. "Well then I guess we should call you... what the hell is that?" My gaze had strayed back to the window, and below I saw a strange scene. Two purple skinned elves engaged in a heated argument with the doorman. It was difficult to say, but it looked like they might come to blows at any moment. I gestured for Autumn to join me at the window.

"Do you know those two?"

[Poison]

Alicia smiled the whole way out the door. If you had asked her what it was about Elijah that she found so intriguing, she wouldn't have been able to tell you. Yet, somehow, the more time she spent in his arms, the more irresistible he became. Once outside the doors, she couldn't help herself, he tasted so good and his arms felt wonderful around her lithe frame.

She barely noticed how beautiful the sky was tonight with the many stars shining in the heavens. The cool, night breeze felt good on her skin after being in the hot, stuffy club for so long. As he pulled her tightly to himself, she shuddered in anticipation for what the night would eventually hold for the two of them.

For now, she enjoyed the feel of his hands on her body and his lips against hers. Everything she had planned would come in good time.

[Autumn]

Autumn breathed deeply to make the room stop spinning. Josh's swift advances had set the toxins in her bloodstream a flutter, and her vision blurred momentarily. Breaker the heart breaker, but he won't break my heart, I shan't let him. The drowess' vision cleared abruptly. Her handsome encounter gestured from the window, beckoning her. She swayed over, hips twitching seductively. In the next moment, all thoughts of seduction left her mind.

My bodyguards! How did they find me?

Immediately Autumn knew that she must diffuse the situation on the ground below. She would never live down the humiliation if her guards started a brawl at the Flesh Failures.

"I must go," She spoke quickly, blush darkening her cheeks. "Those are my father's guards, they seek me. I will take them away from here." With a hurried hand she reached into her cloak, removing the pungent coth bag. "You keep this," She breathed, thrusting the sack into the tall man's hands. "I will have no use for it on my father's esates. Goodbye!" Autumn fled the room, long cloak trailing behind her.

Down the stairs she dashed, through the door marked "Employees Only" and onto the dance floor. She navigate the twisting, tangled bodies like Ranger moving through the forest, sliding around and through gyrating couples. Finally across the sweaty room, she exploded out the front door, ignoing the expressions of shock on her bodyguards' face. With a haughty air of royalty she swept by them, snaping out in her native tongue,

"I have been waiting for you for hours! Make haste, my father demands my timely return!"

A helpless look passed between the two guards who then turned and dashed after the willowy cloaked figure.

[Breaker]

As Autumn spoke I pressed my forhead against the cool glass once more. My breath misted on the window, creating intricate patterns that disapeared slowly like an etch-a-sketch working in reverse. I grinned. My forhead had cooled to the point of being almost numb, a sensation which created ticklish contrast to the general heat pumping through the rest of my body. I breathed on the window again to watch the shapes. The drowess' words reached my ears, but the meaning didn't really click until I heard the door slam shut.

"Autumn-- what the hell?"

She disapeared. I concentrated, frantically seeking the void, and as my hearing enhanced heard her heeled boots pounding down the stairs. "She didn't have to leave," I thought frantically, racing after her, "I could have dealt with the guards. She could have stayed. Damn it, I have to catch her!"

I pounded down the stairs, my boots beating in time to the heavy bass pumping from the next room. For reasons I couldn't begin to explain, the olive skinned princess had stirred up feelings in me which I hadn't experienced since before I arrived on Althanas. It was more than lust, or mere physical attraction. Something in the deep pools of her azure eyes had captivated me.

I exploded onto the dance floor, sliding between people where I could but for the most part bulling them aside. A tall drunk partier took offence and tried to shove me. I ducked under his hands, backhanding him in the gut as I slid by and continued through the living obstacle course which stood between her and I. Finally I reached the doors. Slamming them open, I raced across the threshold.

Nothing.

I dashed to the centre of the street and spun, my heightened vision penetrating the darkness. Nothing. She was gone. I tried to slow my breathing and moved back to question the doorman.

"Did you see where those elves went? The two big fellows and the woman?" An odd question perhaps, but the tone of my voice got me a straight answer.
"Sorry sir, I wasn't really paying attention. I was just glad that they left. They were trying to get in, but as I told them, we're already at maximum capacity. They didn't speak common too well either... the only words they seemed to know were "princess" and a few choicy cusses."

My shoulders slumped. Without thanking the doorman I walked away, picked an alley at random and seated myself on an abandoned crate. Searching for her would be useless; in the twisting streets of Radasanth Autumn and her escort would disapear like spiders into a cellar. I needed to be alone... to sort out my thoughts. But it would be a long time before I began to understand the lasting impression the princess had left on me.

[Elijah_Morendale]

Elijah was having one of the best nights of his life. He had met a nice girl who seemed to be very interested in him. What aspect of that was most important depended on which part of Elijah you asked. The icecraft apprentice himself considered getting to know Alicia was a good sign that, after having his entire family dump him, he was ready to trust and love again. Nadia, on the other hand, was huddled in a dark corner of Elijah's subconscious, cackling with anticipation of the night to come. She had a few tricks in mind that would probably rock the silver haired beauty down to her DNA. However, as Elijah was passionately kissing the woman in the middle of the dark Radasanth street, he was unaware that there was one thing that could ruin their lustful mood--and that said event would happen twice.

Thwack!

The thick wooden door of the nightclub swung open with incredible speed, catching him on the back of his skull. Had he not taken a break and separated his lips from Alicia's, he would've headbutted the poor girl. He screamed in pain. "Dammit!" Elijah furiously rubbed his head as he quietly cursed, turning to catch a glimpse of the antagonist. He saw two figures chasing after a third. "Hey, watch what you're fucking doing!" He shook a fist at the figures as he screamed at them in the darkness.

As they slowly disappeared, Elijah returned his attention to the delicate prize he held in his arms. "Assholes," he said with a deep sigh. He pulled her against his body again, losing himself in her glimmering white eyes. Elijah, feeling himself blush as the two likebirds smiled at each other. He thought to himself, what is this feeling I'm getting? Do I really like her? I barely even know her. Or am I just after sex? Love, lust, happiness... What is it?

The doorknob turned again, and as Elijah turned his head the door swung open a second time, this time catching him in the face.

"That, my friend, would be pain you're feeling."

Nadia cackled as Elijah reeled back, clutching his nose, waiting for a stream of blood that would never come to wet his hands. "What the fuck!" His shout echoed throughout the nighttime street, and yet didn't grab the attention of the muscular man who rushed out of the club, looked around for a brief second, then quietly ducked into an alley.

[Poison]

Alicia had not even heard the door open. When Elijah pulled his lips from hers she’d been about to suggest that they go on to her room, but was cut short when the door smacked into Elijah. Fortunately, it did not knock the man off his feet and they were saved from having to extricate themselves from an ungainly pile on the ground. That was something that did not appeal to Alicia in the least. She smiled seductively as he pulled her close again, but this time, as she slipped an arm around his waist, peering closely at his face to be sure his nose was not broken, she determined that they were done at the club. Once it was clear that Elijah was going to be fine, she kissed him softly and slipped her hands into his.

“Come on,” she whispered, “let’s go to my room. I can guarantee that there will be no doors suddenly opening to clobber you.”

Giggling, she spun out of his arms and pulled him along behind her across the yard to the Boarding House. At her door, she stopped to kiss Elijah again, fumbling to put the key in the lock and turn the handle behind her back. At last, she got the door open and the two stumbled into her small, simple room. Alicia quickly shut and locked the door behind them.

“This is much better,” she murmured as she slipped her arms around Elijah and reclaimed his lips for her own again.

In the next few minutes, each had completely lost themselves in the other. Every kiss, every tender caress and nibble stoked the fire of their passion hotter. Alicia held a tight reign on her desire for blood. Now that she was here with Elijah, she couldn’t bring herself to drink from him, at least not for awhile yet. She was enjoying this too much to ruin it. It was turning out to be a very good night.

[Breaker]

Hours later, I watched the sun rise.

Most of the staff had long since left, after clearing the club out. A few small scuffles had broken out, but the other guards had handled them admirably. Before long I had retreated to my room, contemplating the events of the evening.

With my forehead pressed against the cool glass I studied the smoky tendrils of golden light which broke through the horizon of clouds and tree tops. I had been standing like that for some time, oddly enough wanting to preserve my last few moments with Autumn.

"You're going to have to get over her," I told myself, "You can't waste time chasing shadows through your head." The problem was I wasn't used to having to get over girls. Normally, it was the other way around. "She was right to call me a heart breaker. Breaker... it's as good a name as any. Lot's of people on Althanas seem to go by aliases. Maybe there will be a time when being known as breaker will be more ideal than Josh Cronen."

As sunlight flooded my room I sat down on the bed, spreading out a pack of rolling papers I had taken from the bar downstairs. Breaking up some of the green gold Autumn had left me, I rolled a small joint and lit it, drawing heavily as I leaned back on the pillows. Before long the toxins started to flow in my bloodstream and I fell into a deep sleep bereft of memories of The Flesh Failures.


Spoils: 1 ounce purple silk bag of Radasanthian Reefer.

[Mathias]

Sex, Drugs, and Violence: The Flesh Failures

I liked quite a few things about this thread. However, there were just so much that I found needed a heap of work that the thread suffered in its scoring. I've done my best to note these flaws as I went along through the story, and be as detailed as I can be. If anyone has anymore questions, especially considering the size of the cast, regarding their individual performance, feel free to PM me and I'll discuss things with you with much more commentary.

Let me say that this could've been really good. It had a lot of potential, but your biggest downfalls were some stiff and uninteresting personalities, a lack of organization to the overall arc and the progression of the thread, the sudden disappearance of characters, and the lack of closure to many of your characters' stories.

STORY 16

Continuity ~ 4/10 To most everyone, I barely had an introduction to your characters. Most of you just seemed like random faces coming into the club, with no other real reason than to be there. For those of your who had an interesting segueway into the plot itself, (Numbers, Autumn, Elijah, and a few others), kudos to you. To everyone else, try working on your reasoning, as well as the description, of where you are and why you're there.

Setting ~ 9/10 I liked the anachronistic feel to the Flesh Failures. All of it seemed out of place, but then again, it felt natural for it to be that way. I imagined a neon-lit rave, but instead of being filled with just stoners, there were Elves and such. That, in my opinion, was pretty damn cool, and a bit of a dare to do, and the thread, in all its entirety, pulled it off well. Despite the hectic-ness of everyone doing all these different things, I still felt like I was in every scene that was happening. This was good stuff, right here.

Pacing ~ 3/10 Let me start off by saying that it is possible to have this many characters, and this many plots going on, and it's possible to pull it off. But that takes a lot of planning and organizing and conferring with one another, and I get the feeling that that wasn't done here. So many people dropped off the face of the earth, and so many more didn't have their storylines finished. Only Josh and Autumn really concluded themselves, and Raziel didn't quite count, as he had to be bunnied to do it. All in all, the organization of this was extremely sloppy, and even though I liked a lot of the stories that were being spun, you all didn't have it flow correctly, and for that, you suffered greatly in this category.

CHARACTER 13

Dialogue ~ 5/10 We've got some good, and some bad. Some of the dialogue in this was particularly hilarious. Elijah, I recall atleast three distinct times when I just busted out laughing because of you. Bumping fuzzies, and "Grab her boobies," still get me, everytime I reread them. A lot of you, however, particularly Raziel and Aiko, need to work on making your dialogue more witty, and more impressive. It was just flat and stale, especially considering how outlandish the thread itself is supposed to be. Everything seemed forced, or just too flat.

Action ~ 4/10 On Raziel's part... the bouncers? There's no way you can even begin to convince me that someone can punch a wall and suddenly have a bloody stump for a hand - considering I've broken my hand before. I would like to comment, on Maia's case, in that your dancing post was impressive. I can't really think of how tedious or pressing it would be to dedicate pretty much you're entire post to a simple dance, and do it to the point you did. Kudos on that.

Persona ~ 4/10 A lot of the female characters in this thread were inconceivably arrogant and self-conceited. Everyone had swaying hips and luscious bodies, and everyone knew that everyone else was intent on them and them alone. It's just so unrealistic and cliché to assume that you're the only vixen in the whole damn club. It's stale, it's boring, and it's almost nauseating when it's specifically described through omniscient third-person, because then it is made to be fact. That's arrogance and Mary Sue-ness on the writer's part, rather than the character. Especially Aiko, I must call you out for that. Your posts were stunted, and they seemed to only focus on the inexorable stares that your character drew from the whole club. Just sheerly, utterly unbelievable.

Despite all your flaws, Raziel, I do like your character. He was interesting and well-played, and I really liked the spectacle of him making an idiot out of himself across the club. Elijah, you too, I felt played the part of the sexually-inept idiot pretty well. Not to mention Nadia is just god damn hilarious (as I mentioned in Dialogue). Numbers, although I like Josh, I want to say that you downplayed an important card you could've used here; Angeline. You could've really explored the dichotomy of both Josh and her, and it was disappointing to have her fade from view, then just suddenly burst out of nowhere towards the end of the thread.

WRITING STYLE 10

Technique ~ 4/10 Due to the nature of play-by-post, perspective changes from post to post. And although it is nice to use different tenses, experiment with different styles of writing, within a quest, I can't help but feel it's somewhat tedious to adjust to a new tense every post. Raziel, you need to work on staying in the same tense. Writing in the present just doesn't work, almost ever. For the sake of simplicity, I would suggest staying in the past.

Also, some of you, particularly Aiko, Seline, and at times, Poison, need to work on adding a little more substance to your posts. Some of them were flimsy and lacked detail, or any real insight as to the setting, or the characters you were portraying.

Mechanics ~ 4/10 Numbers, I noticed you had a tendency to misspell "Focused," with two s's. Also, many of you had posts riddled with grammatical errors and misspellings. There was simply too many mistakes, and too little revision to award you anymore than what I've given you. I suggest all of you do more proof reading before you post. Even afterwards, because nobody's going to dock you for editing your post later.

Clarity ~ 2/10 This thread was ambitious, but it failed to deliver. It was going somewhere for a while, then it wasn't going anywhere and kind of feeding in on itself, and then the plots just kind of stopped happening. Then it started to pick up, because some of you weren't going to let it die, and for that, I commend you. I warn you, though, that next time something of this scale and scope is being attempted, that you choose your partners more carefully and make sure everybody knows the direction that it should go in. As it stood, I couldn't keep track of who was hitting on who, because everyone was simply black haired and whatnot, and characters started to blur together instead of stand out.

MISCELLANEOUS 3

Wild Card ~ 3/10 First off, I'll say that this would've so, so, so much better had you all gotten in a chatroom and discussed the direction of the thread. Also, had many of you stuck with it, and then finished out your stories, it would've been even better. Despite the need for some of you to develop your writing more, I feel that the overall complexity and intrigue of the thread would've caused you to score much higher than you normally would've. There was a lot of potential in the beginning and the end, but there was just not a lot of substance in the middle. It was sloppy, disorganized, confusing, and trite.

At the beginning of the thread, there was a recurring motif of time. I honestly thought it was going to play a much larger part in the story than it did, and I was disappointed when nothing really came out if it. Even if it hadn't been integral in any sort of way, it was odd that the thematic importance of it kind of just faded away after a dozen or so posts.

TOTAL ~ 42/100


EXP Rewards
016573 receives 1100 Experience!
Poison receives 875 Experience!
Elijah Morendale receives 915 Experience!
Autumn receives 290 Experience!
Raziel receives 230 Experience!
Aiko receives 230 Experience!
Seline receives 195 Experience!
Maia receives 560 Experience!
IBB receives 160 Experience!
Prof. Haun receives 100 Experience!

GP Rewards
016573 receives 275 Gold!
Poison receives 275 Gold!
Elijah Morendale receives 300 Gold!
Autumn receives 125 Gold!
Raziel receives 85 Gold!
Aiko receives 85 Gold!
Seline receives 65 Gold!
Maia receives 65 Gold!
IBB receives 45 Gold!
Death's Nephew receives 45 Gold!
Prof. Haun receives 20 Gold!

Other Rewards
016573 receives a pound of Radasanthian Reefer, in a purple silk bag. He also gets a photo in the mail a few days later of Angeline kissing a tough-looking, burly bodyguard. On the back is written, "Go to hell!"

Poison and Maia both receive ribbons that say, "Best Dancers in Radasanth."

Elijah receives a six inch long piece of red string.

[Karuka]

EXP/GP added!