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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 11, 2019 12:41:13 GMT -5
[ we can probably decide this later but who wants their character to be kidnapped? I mean, we should start thinking about it now so we can work out the details (seeing as pluto might need some help grabbing everybody) ]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 11, 2019 12:45:19 GMT -5
who are you looking to get kidnapped ]]
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 11, 2019 12:49:51 GMT -5
[ it's up to anybody involved in the plot we've already decided on arthur but anybody who has a character that will be at the hospital when things go down is free to offer up their oc ]
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 11, 2019 12:59:05 GMT -5
begonia lafayette - -She was scared. Terrified, even. This was beyond her, beyond any of them.
Begonia knew she was miles out of her league. Swimming in open ocean without a scrap of wood to cling to. Except, of course, Dominique and Lucien. She kept her head down as they were escorted through the Devil's Acre to Ophelia Harlot. The ringleader. The mastermind.
She was elegant, regal. She looked as though Begonia would have imagined Lilith to, with her black hair and her pale skin and her penetrating gaze. Actually, no, Ophelia was no Lilith. She was the serpent, and Dominique was Eve. Begonia kept her eyes averted as Ophelia spoke, clearly toying with them, calling them sparrow and chickadee and dove. She said nothing, did nothing. They shouldn't be here, not for this. The risk was too great and the Begonia wasn't sure if Dominique understood the consequences. The only reason her own mother hadn't run rampant and murderous was because her father had been there to help her. Dominique didn't have an older vampyre to help her control herself.
Speaking of her father, what would he think if he saw her now? Disturbia was one thing, but this was something else entirely. For one thing, the Devil's Acre wasn't just some nightclub full of drunk party people looking for a good time. This was a gambling house, crawling with all kinds of low lives. To top it off, Ophelia Harlot didn't seem like the kind of host intent on keeping her guests safe and happy.
They weren't safe, but Begonia wasn't going to leave Dominique alone. Not in a place like this. Not with someone like Ophelia. It was all she could do to keep her head down, her mouth shut, and see her new friend through this wild night alive and unharmed. At least Lucien was here with them. Though Begonia couldn't help feeling some semblance of guilt for dragging him into this, she was still glad for his presence. [ just something short since we'll be jumping ahead after this ]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 11, 2019 17:28:50 GMT -5
(I guess that depends on when you want it to happen
if she was changed before, however, ophelia may deem her too dangerous to bring to the hospital or she may decide that the hospital might actually be the best place to bite her in case things get out of hand ophelia also may not want to leave her unbitten in case dom tries to change her mind about their deal what do you think?)
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Post by desdemona on Jan 11, 2019 18:16:07 GMT -5
whats going to happen after the explosion
edit; ezra is going to be an underground doctor, like one who helps sketchy ailments and people who dont have the money for a real hospital he doesnt like the vampyres monopoly is everything here, so although he wont discriminate he also hates the system just saying to no one in particular I just wanted it written down for the Gods to see
but if you need q cheap discreet doc that isnt an absolute madman, heres a Soft Boy ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 11, 2019 18:45:59 GMT -5
hope bobo is okay ]]
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Post by sempis on Jan 11, 2019 19:06:23 GMT -5
[ will respond tomorrow ]]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 11, 2019 20:00:26 GMT -5
(Alright sempis! as soon as you reply we'll move on to the hospital, sound ok?
having a new bitten vampyre would be thrilling to add to the chaos, if she was the one to be grabbed by the burningcloaks or whoever they'd have a hard time with her for sure. so i'm fine with doing it that way if no one has any better ideas. there is also a possibility that someone was nabbed but gets away not sure what would come of that but y'know
after the explosion I think Ophelia is going to be looking for any of team dominatrix that was taken, pluto is gonna be doing something bad to poor arthur and whoever else he feels like.)
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 11, 2019 20:30:20 GMT -5
[ oooooh! I like the idea of ophelia being turned in the middle of everything it just adds to the panic of the situation AND maybe that's part of the reason pluto kidnaps her? maybe he swoops in thinking he can save her from this terrible fate? y'know, because he's so noble and pure-intentioned like that ]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 11, 2019 20:33:41 GMT -5
[ y'know, because he's so noble and pure-intentioned like that ] Ugh, the epitome of a great man 10/10 would recommend
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 11, 2019 21:01:00 GMT -5
[ maybe he takes her to peter and is like "can you stop her from becoming a vamp?" ]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 11, 2019 21:01:37 GMT -5
(Yeah! that could really add to the tension. so, so far that means that Dom is getting nabbed. do we want to add anyone else or wait to see how things go down and add anyone as we see fit
"y'know, because he's so noble and pure-intentioned like that" wow, pluto is really such a good guy!
btw, what else happens during the explosion? will any other burningcloaks be showing up?)
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Post by sempis on Jan 12, 2019 15:15:40 GMT -5
[ Lucy's reply is coming up shortly ]
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Post by sempis on Jan 12, 2019 15:24:35 GMT -5
⍚ Lucien Rayner ⍚
Upon entering the room, Lucien felt chills running down his spine. Something inside of him screamed for him to turn back, that to stay in this place would certainly end in someone's untimely doom. And despite only knowing Begonia and Dominique for barely more than a couple hours, he was sure he wouldn't rather it be them over him. Most people would sacrifice a stranger when it came to life or death, but to Lucien, he wasn't quite sure Begonia and Dom counted as strangers.
The look that the lady, who Lucien soon learned to be named Ophelia, was nothing short of predatory. It was like a cat eying an oblivious mouse. There was an air of superiority and sharpness that she had that seemed to surround her. Lucien could tell instantly that the cane she held was not because of a physical impairment. If Lucien wasn't so terrified, he might have thought that this felt like a scene out of a movie. But of course he was terrified, his shoulders were drawn up and his hands were shoved into his jean pockets. His eyes darted around the room, and not even the angel feather in the bell jar escape his gaze. The sight of it made him shiver. It wasn't a full set of wings, but still. It might have come from one.
The anxiety was clawing its way back up his throat again, and his breathing became hitched. He pulled his wings closer to his back, subtly tightening the mesh as if he were adjusting his jacket. His one wing pressed tighter, but he had to hold back a wince as the shoulder joint of his former limb was wrenched into an uncomfortable position. It was better than having a lump sticking out of his back, he supposed.
Knowing he'd probably have a panic attack if he didn't get it under control soon. When reciting the entire alphabet forwards and backwards didn't work, he tried counting in sevens. He'd gotten to about 329 before he realized that it wasn't going to be much help. "No one wants your wing, Lucy. You're a pathetic excuse for an angel. There's not a single intact wing you've got left. Nobody wants that mess on your fireplace." His breathing slowed, because even if it was a terribly self-berating way of calming himself, it helped. Man, he really needed to get this whole anxiety thing in check. This wasn't always a problem. It wasn't always this bad.
With a distant look in his eyes, Lucien thought back to when his parents were still around. They'd danced through their angel-dominated city on light wings, carefree of anyone coming to take them away. He realized with a sharp sadness that the color of his parents' wings was fading from memory. His mother's were a beautiful white with silver veins in each feather, his father's a silver with black tips. His father's wings were magnificent, they could-
He was snapped back to his thoughts the second Ophelia's fingers made contact with his skin. It was commanding, even if Ophelia hadn't said anything. She held him as if she knew he would go nowhere, as if she knew he couldn't. “Sweet little chickadee do you taste as sweet as look?”
Lucien's skin blanched immediately, he was paler than a vampire who had caught the plague. He prayed the other's hadn't heard, and if they had, they wouldn't know what Ophelia had meant. His feet were begging to guide him to safety, but Lucien stood still. After what felt like an eternity, Ophelia moved away from him to face Dom. He could barely focus on or process her words, his heart felt like it was going to tear itself out of his chest. The instinct to break out his wings and bolt rammed itself against his chest like a caged animal. He'd expected it to leave when he'd lost his flight, but apparently that was something that stuck with angels their whole entire life.
Of course, they had nothing to bargain with Ophelia for, which was when the anxiety started again. He bit down on his tongue, trying to distract himself from the fact that this wouldn't end well, which was becoming more and more obvious by the second.
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 12, 2019 15:39:13 GMT -5
(Poor lucien! he's such a doll!
I'll get my post up soon fellas!)
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 12, 2019 16:28:17 GMT -5
Ophelia Harlot The florescent lights buzzed insistently overhead, some flickered oddly every few steps, washing the halls in a harsh unnatural glow that was too white. Ophelia’s dark clothes were stark against the sterile, bleached backdrop. The smell that clung to every surface and invaded her senses was a cocktail of disinfectants and rubber gloves and the underlying current of the stench that followed sick people.
An illusion, all of it.
St. Ellen's was a place that could only barely be considered a hospital by definition. Poor and understaffed were perfect descriptors for it, it met bare minimum requirements to be operating. At least it made slipping in the backdoor easy, even easier still with the key provided courtesy of Dr. Xi. Especially when neither Ophelia nor her companions looked like they should be roaming the back halls of the building.
"A newly bitten vampyre can be useful to someone like you. Perhaps I could offer you my services in exchange for a drop of your venom." Then she added, "Seems like you'd be getting the better end of the deal." Ophelia didn’t need any more convincing than that, her price was fixed, and her eyes gleamed as she skimmed over the face of her newest fledgling. “Deal.” A single word as her cane met the floor again with a hard thud, the sound was like the sealing of a pact.
Her steps echoed off the titled floor, followed by three other sets of footsteps in her wake. Her little fledglings, certainly she’d be a fool to leave them alone at her place of business. No, no they were far too precious to leave her sight. A Wilde, a recognizable family name had come to her. Waltzed into her grasp and offered herself up on a silver platter.
The Fairchild heir was gone and now the board was setting itself up for a new game to begin.
Ophelia stalked the halls, her cane pinned behind her back where her arms were crossed as she ascended stairs searching for her “contact.” As she turned a corner she caught sight of a slim-built nurse with her hair bundled atop her head, the woman looked to be making her rounds with a clipboard secured under her arm. Quick as a viper Ophelia’s arm snapped out and snatched the woman by her arm, she whipped around clearly startled by being so suddenly grabbed she opened her mouth to speak but Ophelia pinned her with a stare as she spoke, “Tell me, darling, where is Dr. Xi?”
The nurse blinked, “Fifth floor, room 404, but you can’t see him right now he’s with a patient.” Ophelia freed the nurse’s arm and waved her hand dismissively, “I think he should make time for me if he wants the donation I’m here to discuss with him.” Not a lie, Ophelia was a donor of sorts, her services were in the form of some monetary exchange as well as…specimens. All to aid in Pluto’s research.
None of this was out of charity, however, everything came at a price.
Ophelia had planted her hand on Dominque’s shoulder and steered her toward the door. “I’m afraid I have business that is in dire need of attendance, so your transformation will have to be momentarily suspended. Luckily, as you will be my newest employee, this is a learning opportunity for you.” She glanced over her shoulder and eyed Begonia and Lucien, unfortunately they had no bargains to make with her. However, their loyalty to their friend was nothing short of an asset to Ophelia, as blind loyalty always was. “Your friends should join us. Wouldn’t want you to be alone after all, now would we?”
Thanks to the elevator being in repair Ophelia had to the ascend the staircase, which she did with ease. Her cane still safely gripped in her hands as her boots echoed through the flight of stairs. Until a plaque that marked the fifth floor came into view, she didn’t check on her fledglings as she let herself into the corridor and turned down the hall.
She stood tall and straight, holding herself with all the authority and superiority of a commander checking the ranks. Ophelia always exuded confidence and intimidation, but today she had on her heels three golden birds that she planned to add to her ranks. And if all went according to plan with Pluto she’d find herself with an even greater advantage over other vampyres and Queen’s Valley.
Halting at the room 404 she brought her cane down with a smack. “You do not speak unless spoken to, keep your hands to yourself, eyes down, and do not give away your names.” She did not look at the trio as she spoke. “Curiosity will do you no favors, curiosity is poison if you ingest too much of it.”
With that she opened the door to a room she was not welcome. “Dr. Xi,” she stepped through the threshold toward the good doctor. The room was plain, light colors a bed and the smell of antiseptic, no more interesting than the rest of the hospital. But rising above the sterile smell was a far more tantalizing one. Angel blood. The patient that lay on the bed was little more than a broken toy, an easy target. Ophelia didn’t let herself look at the angel she towed behind her with his damphyr friends.
Side-eyeing the patient she said to Dr. Xi, “I see I’m disturbing you, if you prefer we can take this somewhere else.” Likely an unnecessary precaution since Pluto wasn’t bound to give the angel a chance to talk about anything discussed outside the confines of the room.
The doctor in question resembled the clean, sterile environment of the hospital he worked in. Pale, with white hair and a coat to match. A contrast to Ophelia’s dark hair and clothes. Two opposing forces on a chess board checkered in black and white patches with no room for gray areas.
She didn’t bother to introduce her guests, more out of a sense of security than the need to be rude. But, as Pluto was human she didn’t feel the need to explain anything to him. She was only here to give a dog a bone and have him do a trick for her. She patted her coat pocket and spoke softly, "I've brought a fresh sample, as long as you're still willing to bend to the terms of our deal."
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Post by desdemona on Jan 12, 2019 17:09:12 GMT -5
dom is the WORST friend. 'hey guys i wanna get murdered, come with me into the shady gambling den' ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 12, 2019 17:35:29 GMT -5
frinds + new friend, all in unison: sure ]]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 12, 2019 17:36:33 GMT -5
(they haven't known each other for a full day but they love each other)
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Post by desdemona on Jan 12, 2019 17:50:33 GMT -5
luciens regretting ever seeing girls tho ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 12, 2019 17:52:27 GMT -5
I know I said it but my boy ezra is now ur uhhh rough fix up underground angel doctor so if you need a bullet taken out, a cookie, some hot tea, and a secret kept, hes your guy. bring lucien around after the damage so ezra can just bake for him forever ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 12, 2019 17:58:13 GMT -5
ezra tries desperately to learn new lingo for the age he looks as it comes out, he wants to be relatable
"you good there?"
"yes, we are.... gucci" ]]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 12, 2019 18:23:45 GMT -5
I know I said it but my boy ezra is now ur uhhh rough fix up underground angel doctor so if you need a bullet taken out, a cookie, some hot tea, and a secret kept, hes your guy. bring lucien around after the damage so ezra can just bake for him forever ]] oooh wait tho I want a cookie and some hot tea yes pls and thank you xDDD
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Post by desdemona on Jan 12, 2019 18:32:06 GMT -5
hes my Dad friend character who cant take care of himself but will take care of everyone else he will give you a cookie and tea he also has Turkish coffee and caffeine pills but that's for Him ]]
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 12, 2019 18:35:34 GMT -5
[ hoo hoo! I'll reply sometime tomorrow I had a rough day today and my muse is completely drained ;--; ]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 12, 2019 18:54:02 GMT -5
where did bobo go? ]]
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