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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 18, 2017 20:34:32 GMT -5
[ well Rhys is one of a kind xD ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 18, 2017 20:43:50 GMT -5
I almost feel like Grace and Mickey could have some beef tho. Like maybe he's escaped her in the past and she wants revenge Which she won't get, because that would so kill the mood))
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 18, 2017 20:50:02 GMT -5
{ omg definitely mickey is a slippery one after all XD }
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 18, 2017 20:59:07 GMT -5
It's a complicated relationship He's The One Who Got Away, except he continues to do so on a regular basis and it's really starting to get on her nerves))
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 18, 2017 21:06:20 GMT -5
( He probably does so in the most flamboyant and extra possible, tossing his feather boa over his shoulder with a hair flip and then springing out a window)
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 18, 2017 21:54:58 GMT -5
{ he's the One That Keeps Getting Away excuse you he backflips out the window }
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 18, 2017 22:41:34 GMT -5
So things got slow at work and so I started Grace's post And It'll be a miracle if she's alive long enough to take over the family crown lmao))
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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Dec 18, 2017 22:43:00 GMT -5
.G W . It took Gemma a moment to understand the conversation she suddenly found herself a part of. It was a circle of mostly vampires from what she could tell. "-and it was a while before I caught up to him. Anyway, the bastard, get this, was hiding under the court house staircase. Of course when I found him he knew it was all over. You should've seen the look in his eyes." It was a man with golden hair who was speaking. Given the reddish tone of his skin, Gemma determined he must have been human. A hunter then, and he was talking about killing one of her kind. She adopted a pleasant smile and listened intently to the remainder of the story. In summary, it was violent. Even to Gemma, it seemed odd to be discussing the gruesome murder of another sentient being in such a cheerful setting. She watched the eyes of those in the circle as they glistened with encouragement. If the story were muted, and she had only been able to watch their faces, she would've guessed the conversation centered around a recent vacation or a story of a strange encounter. Her fellow vampires, of whom there were at least three, laughed heartily at the end of the tale. She took a tense sip of her wine and then followed suit.
Her mind was racing. She was still not entirely sure if she had been spotted by one of the Morgensterns. It was possible that any one of them would know her face, given her history with born vampires. Of course in all likelihood they wouldn't think twice upon seeing her. In the context of a vampire hunter dinner party, it was probably safe for them to assume the house was free of bitten scum such as herself. It was then that she noticed the attention of the circle had shifted to her. Eyes full of pleasant laughter scanned her from head to toe. Hopefully skipping over the neck. Had she blended the foundation properly?
"You must be the one from the UK," piped a female vampire with black hair. "What brings you to Paradise City?"
Gemma tipped her shoulders back slightly and then answered with a humorous twinkle in her eye, "The men of course. I heard the Americans were much improved since I last came to the states." Thankfully she remembered to keep up the dialect. The others in the circle nodded and shared a few light chuckles.
"And are they?" inquired the dark haired woman.
Gemma scanned the circle, as if making a calculation as she looked over each of the men. They awaited her answer with baited breath. "Well they're no Spaniards, but they certainly aren't terrible to look at," she purred, before joining in easily with the laughter that erupted.
There, that felt better. Gruesome stories aside, the vampire hunters were just like any other people at party. And if she was being frank, she exactly didn't harbor intense feelings for born vampires, or even for hunters. She knew that violent acts were often done either out of fear or self interest. Besides, she was the first to cooperate with whomever made her the best deal. Certainly all of them were in the same situation. Killing bitten vampires was either an expression of fear which had been fed to them for decades, or they were simply businessmen and businesswomen. So ultimately she could not begrudge them.
Someone else took over the conversation, and soon those in the circle had shifted their attention away from her. She tucked a fake lock of blonde hair behind her ear. She was about to interject a zesty comment when she felt a large hand enclose around her arm. Her first instinct was to tug away, for she imagined someone had just uncovered her secret, and was planning on bludgeoning her in front of all of her new "friends". Only she was met by no fists or knives or angry words. Rather, she was enveloped into the tight embrace of a rather large man. As soon as she realized she was not in danger, her muscles relaxed considerably. The shirt of the man gave off a familiar scent, and her eyes snapped up to find the recognizable face of Rhysand. If the strength in his touch was any indication, he was not happy.
"Oh hello, Darling," she cooed pleasantly.
"Good to see you again," he said. As she unfolded herself from his arms, she searched his rugged face for any outward indication that he was upset. Thankfully he seemed to be playing along, "It's been far too long, hasn't it?"
Her green eyes search his, silently asking him what he was doing there. An answer was unnecessary. Under his pleasant mask, she could see a hot burning rage. Gemma could see now that the attention of the circle had returned to her. "Yes. It must have been years since I saw you last," she replied breezily. She rested her hand against his forearm. "Everyone, I'm sure all of you know Rhysand. He's so incredibly old I'm sure he's had the chance to meet everyone in the Northern Hemisphere. Anyway we go back so long, don't we, darling?"
"How did you meet?" asked the black haired woman. Gemma's brows furrowed as she looked across the circle. Well you are certainly full of questions, she felt like snapping. Instead she pursed her lips in calculation and glanced over at Rhysand.
"Oh, you know. How all born vampires meet," she replied. How is that exactly? her conscience questioned like a perplexed interrogator. The truth certainly wouldn't do. She had encountered him first through the bars of a cage. Both of them were outcasts of society then, and for many years after. No, that story wouldn't do. "Our parents knew each other," she improvised.
Then, quick to change the subject, she cast her head over her shoulder in search of a waiter. "You're in need of a glass of wine, Rhys love," she announced. She felt his furious gaze burning off the skin of her cheek as she waved down a young man with a silver tray.
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 18, 2017 23:02:24 GMT -5
[ lol nice Gemma, just expose Rhysand to a group of vampire hunters xD hopefully no one recognizes his name ]
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 18, 2017 23:07:55 GMT -5
[ well yea, but he has some homicidal tendencies xD he's killed a number of hunters over the years lol ]
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 18, 2017 23:16:59 GMT -5
[ xD ]
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 0:19:16 GMT -5
{ well rhysand is a born vampire gemma is the one that's really in trouble here! }
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 19, 2017 0:22:11 GMT -5
{ he's in trouble by extension lol ]
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 0:29:47 GMT -5
[ my cat is a drug addict. He chased me around the house for the catnip. I felt like Chris Pratt with velociraptors. He came at me. ]
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 19, 2017 0:34:20 GMT -5
( your cat needs rehab and you're an enabler shades. give your cat an intervention immediately)
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 0:34:23 GMT -5
{ chris pratt had control of the velociraptors you've lost all control just give him the 'nip! }
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 14:55:30 GMT -5
{ hmmm i think i'm gonna slide alistair gemma/rhysand's way in my next post should i wait for nathanael's reply before doing so though? }
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 15:29:45 GMT -5
{ this is gonna be so much fun to write }
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 15:37:37 GMT -5
[ I'm writing Arthur first and then I'll write Nathanael. BUT assume he's following Alistair ]
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 15:49:44 GMT -5
{ yeeeeeeeeeees! arthur! i'm also really excited to see cop!gabriel like. you have no idea.
do you want me to post something alistair first or wait for you? it might give you more to reply for nathanael if i write a little extra about alistair running into gemma/rhysand? }
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 15:58:49 GMT -5
I keep changing Grace's canon eye color
I can't decide what would be best! Hazel, green, golden-brown, or blue Ugh It's a struggle
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 16:00:11 GMT -5
{ gooooooo with hmmmmmmmm hazel }
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 16:03:12 GMT -5
[ yeah. I was lowkey waiting for Fic to return so I can grill her on how mutual Petra and Nathanael are. Like would she lie about being patrolling just to get away from him and her brothers. Would she ask him to cover for her (and he probably wouldn't and straight up drop the hint to Alistair that she left) or what. So I was waiting on that too. So go ahead and write more! I'm out for another half hour! ]
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 16:42:51 GMT -5
[ ._. Oh then uh, I should probably uh, change that since he thought she went patrolling with Grace and how would he think that when she was next to him. Ha ha ha. <_< ]
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