Post by Aine Erotes on Jun 25, 2013 16:01:19 GMT -5
The city of lights, but also the city of love. Paris was famous, or perhaps notorious, for the number of proposals made in the wake of the great Eiffel Tower. And today was Valentine’s Day; the day of love in the city oflove. It was, of course, the location where Aine Erotes- Love Herself- was found. The Goddess strolled along the city, occasionally glancing up at the Eiffel Tower. Although it had not been built in Her honor, it has become a symbol of her domain, and therefore one of her favorite places. And French- the language some say Aine invented Herself, was certainly her favorite to speak. She loved the soft lullaby sounds of French, a language that truly rolled off the tongue with ease. There was a reason ‘langue’, French for tongue, and ‘language’ were similar.
Today was a day that Aine felt mischievous. In fact, she had acted out her role as Cupid a few times already, making people fall in love. She even introduced a few new couples, once blowing away a woman’s hat so that a man who had been admiring her could catch it and have an excuse guided by Fate to talk to her. But she no longer felt like interfering from afar. She wanted something new to do. Bored on her own special day (Aine tended to ignore the fact it was made by marketers trying to increase consumerism, and instead liked to think of it as a tribute to herself), Aine set out looking for an idea. Perhaps even a victim.
Last Edit: Jun 25, 2013 22:50:52 GMT -5 by Varos Talantos
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jun 26, 2013 17:01:44 GMT -5
Alekzander loved Paris. A magnificent city filled with wonderful people. It was always a great city to visit on some down time. That was unless your luck was down and you got stuck with in the city on Valentine's day. People smooching all over the place, people proposing across the town. Tears of joy, tears of happiness, and also some tears of sadness at broken hearts.
Alekzander walked down the streets trying to ignore the last vestiges of a hang over headache. It wasn't that he didn't believe in love. On the contrary he very much so believed in the idea and concept of it. He simply didn't think it existed for himself. A player by nature, a man always on the move. He had this very morning gotten out of bed silently, showered, and left the still naked beauty in her bed with a very contented smile upon her lips.
Picking girls up in a bar for him was easy. After a few drinks they loosened up and talked. Girls loved nothing more then to talk, and tell stories. Especially recent stories. ESPECIALLY stories of heartache. A good ten to twenty minutes of talking and they wanted to how him something. A ring, a picture, gift, it didn't matter. With that he almost always had them. Simple touch and he knew the objects history, and enough about the girl to get them in bed. It wasn't a trick, it wasn't a scam. He didn't promise then love, nor a happy ever after. Just a good night, and that was what he gave them.
He paused and looked up at the Eiffel Tower, rising majestically in to the air. He shook his head and sighed and then looked down and walked on. He knew he would find her one day, but it wouldn't be today. Or the next day, or any time soon. He was to wild, and to unpredictable, neither a trait a woman wanted in a husband and steady man.
Post by Sylvester "Sly" Lasmer on Jun 30, 2013 17:56:29 GMT -5
His fist connected with a solid shudder, he could hear the bone shattering beneath his fist. His smiled widening as he watched the larger man stumble back a few steps before collapsing backwards. His eyes fluttered closed, a groan escaping the man before he moved or spoke no more. Sylvester could hear his heart beating at a fast rhythm, yet slowly slowing down. He would live, 'With a wired jaw for the next six to eight weeks or more but He'll live'. He chuckled softly, as he looked around at all the men staring at the smaller fighter. He had been the underdog, the expected loser and he knew those who had vetted against him were slowly watching the dollars from their bets vanished before their eyes. It was a good thing he had bet on himself, he would turn a good profit. The French man had been a half decent brawler, knew how to take a good swing and give one but not good enough for the Werebear.
Sylvester knew his kind were strong even among the other were-creatures, but he didn't really associate to much with many of them out of sheer never really bumping into an interesting one. He turned and gently patted his left side, the man had dealt him a few good shots to the side in the same spot in the first half of the round. As he approached the staircase to the cellar he look about, where was that bookie? His orbs cutting through the darkness and mass of people, mostly drunk and angry men but they wouldn't try anything. They had seen the way he had taken care of their fighter, he should be fine. As he glanced at the stairwell, a pair of legs rushed up. Sylvester leapt forward, shoving his way out of the circle of men as he watched the bookie attempt to run away with his money. This was not going to end well for that man if Sylvester got his claws on him.
He emerged from cellar door with a growl on his lips, his fists clenched wrapped in white yet blood covered bandages. His gaze flickered to the door as it was thrust open, the cellar door being behind the counter. He moved quickly, his hands planting on the counter as his muscles and jump off the ground sent him over running out of the bar shouting."I'm going to tear you apart!" the words sounded animalistic, Sylvester was faster then a normal human but not as fast as other creatures. His body sprinting out into the street, his wild hair tossed about. A pair of black jeans, boots which gave his 5'10 form another good three inches of height leaving him at a cool 6'0 in those boots. The red button down a deep maroon with crisscross crossing black and light grey lines.
He snarled as he charged down the street after the man,"Pardon me! Excuse me!" he called as he rushed through the crowd these people were slowing his progress the man was going to get away. He growled, a deep rumbling sound pure animalistic and terrifying. His orbs landed on the man as the bookie ran onto the street watching as the man passed beneath the Eiffel Tower. Sylvester sighed, as he charged into the road his form dancing and twisting to avoid the fast moving honking and angry drivers in their cars as the deranged foreigner seemed to make his way across the street. He was right along with the bookie as he watched the man slow down, it was time to catch him but as he watched the man eased into a Taxi and watched it drive off. His hands coming to knot within his hair as he grumbled to himself,"Ten thousand down the drain." he muttered, the money wasn't important he had money but it was the principal. He had won it fair and square and it had been stolen from him.
Sylvester growled, if he ever saw that man again he would make sure he got his money back. His fingers biting into his palms as he headed back to the bar, he needed a drink and a few more fights to relieve his current mood. He could see that this night only just beginning was so far not so good at all. As he slipped into the bar once again, he thought to button up his shirt hiding the toned yet blood stained chest beneath as he seated himself at the bar."Can I get a glass of Jack, no ice." he muttered to the bartender as he slowly unrolled his bandages. The glass arriving moments later, he killed it with a single drink and gestured with a shake of the empty glass for a refill."Open me a tab and keep it coming." this night was gonna be a long one.
Aine was quite surprised, a rare thing for a Goddess, to see two men barreling down the street. The first seemed panicked, running as if his life depended on it, shoving people out of his way and weaving through the crowd. The second was as quick as a bullet and as solid as a barrel; he was a veritable Moses parting the sea of people. He yelled out warnings of his coming in English, obviously not a native to France- let alone Paris. Nor did he look the part, lacking in his fashion, with bloodied strips of cloth on his hands. He was interrupting her Valentine’s Day, charging directly beneath the Eiffel Tower and interrupting a proposal. How rude! The Goddess gave a frown at the two men who interrupted her special day. The second man was even growling, dodging honking cars in his pursuit. As irritated as Aine was for these two interrupting her lovely Valentine’s Day, she was still curious. It was time to meddle in the affairs of mortals. She watched the first man get away in a Taxi, the second one forced to give up, going to a bar.
She smiled to herself and vanished, suddenly appearing in the taxi, beside the man. He screamed in surprise, and the Taxi driver, having heard the scream, swerved, nearly hitting another car, before straightening himself out. Aine changed the driver’s memory, making him think she had always been there, even having gotten in with the man. So, forgetting the scream by her will, he went back to normally driving.
“Why hello,” Aine said, flashing a brilliant smile. She rested her hand on his, seductively. In a mere instant, she saw the whole thing: The fight, the theft, the escape. “A dishonest man and a thief? My, my. The only thieving I am fond of is stealing away hearts. You really interrupted a lot of that too; a poor couple had their proposal interrupted. I’ll have to bless them with some luck later,” She mused, the man beside her opening and closing his mouth soundlessly like a fish. She smiled. “Today is a day where people should be happy, and you ruined someone’s mood. So, I’ll be taking that money.”
This caused the man to react. “What? Fuck no lady. I don’t know who you are or how you got in he-” A quick spell silenced him, his vocal cords no longer working, much to his surprise. Aine quickly dealt with the man, and was soon in front of the bar with all the stolen money, smiling as she thought of the man she had just taken it from. He had a terrible stench and would fall in love with the next cow he saw. She pushed open the door to the bar, and was quite happy that a few men whistled at her. Being a Goddess of Love and Beauty, she tended to catch attention, and was hooked on the flattery with her oversized ego. Smiling to a few of the men (and the occasional woman), she wandered over to the bar, sitting beside the creature (whose scent just reeked of animals- a werebeast no doubt) as if by chance and ordered some whiskey.
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jul 4, 2013 15:23:34 GMT -5
Alexander watched as the strangest scene unfolded. A small man was running really fast, as if his life depended upon it. Which is probably did judging by the look of the huge male running after him, bloody bandages wrapped around both hands. He watched as the first male jumped in a taxi and left the scene.
The huge male, clearly agitated, turned to leave. Alekzander quirked an eyebrow and decided to investigate this rather odd occurrence. He followed the male to a bar, slipping in behind him. He watched the large man order a non-iced drink, and Alekzander sat beside him. He wrapped the counter with his knuckles. "Whiskey please" He then looked at the male and nodded. "You move fast for such a large man. To fast...for a normal human." He placed a very heavy emphasis upon the words 'normal' and 'human' wondering if the male was going to get the hint.
He watched as another person entered the bar, a woman who took the attention of the entire bar. All the men where staring at her and several of the women. Alekzander was unfazed. He had seen hotter, and he could instantly tell this woman loved the attention. She basked in it preening her metaphorical feathers. He only gave her a passing glance then returned to his drink, yet she walked right up and sat on the other side of the male, ordering as whiskey as well. Intriguing that she also drank the drink, for here it was a bit of an out of place drink. Scotch and mixed drinks where more the order of the day. She seemed to just ooze confidence and sensuality, begging for people to pay her attention in more ways then one.
Post by Sylvester "Sly" Lasmer on Jul 5, 2013 1:30:53 GMT -5
Sylvester relaxed at the bar as he finished another drink and gestured for a refill, his orbs shutting closed as he took a deep breath and heard the noises of the bar, the city. It all resounded and reflected back to the were-bear. As he was about to take a drink, the chair beside him was drawn back and someone seated themselves behind him. A brow perked, as he heard the males knuckles knocked against the counter. The male ordered a whiskey, the drink was not common among those of the french but who was he to judge? He lifted the glass to his lips before he was interrupted by a voice.
His hazel gaze drifting to lock onto the man as he listened. The male was talking about his speed, it wasn't expected for a man like Sylvester to move that fast. The emphasiss placed upon the words, 'normal' and 'human' not escaping his attention. He smirked, as his nostrils flared taking in the man's scent, it was something akin to a mortals yet not a were beast or vampire something else."By your words and scent, that you are not completely mortal yourself. So I will give you some details, I am five ten without these boots on and the reason I seem large is because I am stocky."he flashed a quick smile and lifted the glass back to his lips yet just before the liquid flowed passed his parted lips, a mass intake of breath, hushed whispers, caught his attention yet he placed it aside. The stool to his free side was coincidentally pulled back and taken.
His hazel robs flickering to the female as she ordered a whiskey as well, she was lovely. A vision of beauty, yet she seemed delicate. His eyes rolling, well tonight was surprising a gorgeous women at one side and a curious male to his other. He finished his glass, as he noted the female seemed rather happy to getting all the attention from all the men except for apparently himself and the man at his side. Sylvester mostly due to having his money stolen from him and disinterested with much else besides getting a drink.
Post by Aine Erotes on Jul 7, 2013 18:47:10 GMT -5
Aine had a habit- the girl enjoyed knowing what others thought of her. She enjoyed hearing the outraged and silent cries of jealousy, the dirty details of the voice of lust, and the admiration of beauty. These people knew what was good. Well, most of them. She had noted that the man sitting beside her desired target thought she was egotistical, and not as beautiful as some people he had seen. She took offense, but now was not the time to act on it.
If he saw your true form, he would be awed, The Goddess thought to herself. And quite rightly so for Aine is Beauty personified. There are rumours that she has no face, which is slightly true. In reality, her Goddess form has a face that is ever changing, and takes on the image the viewer considers the most beautiful face in the entire world. It was funny how often it was not the face of someone’s partner, but some other beautiful fictional Venus. Or rather, Aine, as was her preferred name.
The other male, the one she was interested in, had his mind occupied on the apparently curious elemental beside him, as well as his stolen money. She took a sip of her drink, before offering the werebeast a kind (and, as per her character, slightly flirtatious) smile. “I saw you barreling down the street after someone. It was quite interesting. But it seems that your friend dropped something.”
She reached into her coat, (it was Febuary, after all, it was pretty common to see people in coats. Albeit hers was quite flattering and fashionable. Aine simply loved fashion) and pulled out what held all the money. She placed it on the counter, and finished her drink in a single swing. She winked, and stood from her barstool. “Oh, it’s all there my dear friend. I’m not interested in the contents.”
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jul 17, 2013 20:32:06 GMT -5
Alekzander watched the female closely while conversing with the other male. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty, it was the her attitude that made her less 'beautiful' and desirable. She knew she was pretty and expected people to faun over her. That wasn't something he looked for in a woman. Sure, they needed to take care of themselves, look good and all that jazz. However humility went a good ways in his mind as well.
Watching with amusement he watched the female lay a wallet upon the counter that clearly was the other male's. Raising an eyebrow he looked at the wallet then the male then the female and chuckled. "This seems like an interesting situation. You dropped that? Better be more careful friend, losing that much word will get around your an easy target." Looking back at the female, despite the fact he didn't find her as attractive as most he was curious about her. That snotty attitude could be a front, and a hot young beast thrived behind the cool stuck up look.
Post by Sylvester "Sly" Lasmer on Jul 20, 2013 17:19:23 GMT -5
As the female spoke to him, a brow rose as he looked at her. She began saying she had seen him chasing down the bookie who had ran off with his winnings. A brow rose as her hand dipped into her coat and withdrew a rather large wad of money stuffed in a small black bag placing it before him. She smiled a seductive yet kind smile as she finished her drink and stood, it seems she had retrieved his money but how? The Taxi driver had been urged on by the time he had gotten there, and he had seen no one else inside of the taxi. His nostrils flaring as he took in the females scent, it was truly delectable her scent yet not mortal in the slightest something he could not place.
He cast a glance over his shoulder as the other male spoke,"I didn't drop it, it was stolen." his shoulders rolling at the thought. As he stood and smiled softly,"Thank you, I appreciate it. Please allow me to buy you a drink- Both of you." he looked to the man behind him. His gaze drifting to the bartender,"Three shots of Jack, two bottles of wine, red and open up a tab add the drinks they already purchased to it and I'll cover it when I leave." he watched as the more then glad bartender nodded, happily and went about the request order. Sylvester glanced about seeing an empty booth at the back of the table. "Please join me." he nodded towards the table at the back of the establishment and heading there with the bag gripped in his left hand he maneuvered through the place with ease before seating himself into the red cushioned wooden seat facing the entrance of the building. His hand releasing the bag as he allowed it to settle at his side, he awaited the pair to join him.
Post by Aine Erotes on Jul 21, 2013 15:09:35 GMT -5
Aine lifted a perfectly curved eyebrow when the water elemental commented about the werebeast losing the money. My oh my, this one certainly was a nosy one. Or maybe he just liked to feel included, or was lonely and wanted a drinking friend. Or maybe he was just that chatty sort of person. Any way or another, he was imposing his presence. Aine didn’t really care, but it wasn’t a common occurance, unless the person next to you was drunk. The werebeast also quickly corrected his friend that it was stolen, before thanking her.
She flashed a smile, showing off straight white pearls of teeth. “Stolen? Well, it’s a good thing he dropped it. Seems luck is on your side on this marvelous day of love. Really, there is no need to thank me; if that man hadn’t sped off in a taxi it might have been him receiving the dropped money,” She told him, lying, as to stick with her story. He offered to buy her a drink and she smiled graciously. He ordered Jack’s, red wine, and the possibility of more to come. She laughed, making a musical sound. Aine was obsessed with making sure every aspect of her was lovely, including her laugh. She was Beauty- therefore she simply had to be appealing.
“With that much alcohol, you won’t have much money in the end. I may not look it, but I could out-drink the both of you.” She challenged, gollowing him to the table at the back of the bar. She followed him, her steps seemingly gliding across the floor until she sat across from the werebeast in a single elegant motion. She gave yet another smile- Aine was full of them. “I never caught your name stranger, I am Aine.”
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jul 24, 2013 18:12:27 GMT -5
Alexander chuckled as he followed the male and sat down. He wasn't exactly stripped of cash, but he would never pass up a free drink. The woman followed as well and spoke of out drinking them all. Alekzander doubted it. He could easily dilute the alcoholic beverages with water once inside his stomach and win, albeit cheatingly. However he wasn't a gaming drink in the sense he tried to out drink those around himself simply because of bets and brags. Well...not unless the bet was for substantial amounts of money. Besides he was looking to get drunk. Simply to sit and talk and have a good time.
Alekzander looked between the two and leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head and smiling. "Pleasure to meet you Aine. My name is Alekzander." He looked across at the were and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you can take those off man. Your getting a few odd looks like somebody's about to call the cops." He pointed at the bloody wrappings around the male's fists still there from the underground fight he clearly had been in. "Did you win? I would assume so as your not really messed up."
Post by Sylvester "Sly" Lasmer on Aug 2, 2013 19:53:27 GMT -5
As they both seated themselves and introduced one another, he nodded his head."A pleasure to meet you both. My name is Sylvester Lasmer but you can call me Sly if you like." as Alekzander spoke to him, Sylvester nodded his head as he began to slowly undo the crimson painted bandages."Yes, I won the fight..." he smirked as he flexed his fingers as he finished unwrapping the bandages. Mere moments afterwards the bartender arrived placing the two bottles of red wine upon the table as well as three glass's next came the three shots of Jack one placed in front of each of them. Sylvester nodded his head in thanks and placed the bloodied bandages a top the black plastic tray the man had brought their drinks on."Please get rid of that..."
He smiled, he knew the bartender was in on it. The owner was getting a cut of the underground fights going on below, he could still hear the men below still placing bets and fighting beneath the bar. He chuckled and grabbed the shot glass and held it out,"To luck.." he glanced at the female and smiled, he didn't believe her story at all. He had seen the man leap into the taxi with the money and watched him speed off in an empty cab before Sylvester had turned away but he would not call her out on it yet. He chuckled and looked to the other male,"To an enjoyable night..." before raising his glass and throwing back the shot, the burning liquor searing it's way down his throat as he brought the shot down with a slam and slid the empty shot glass away.
His orbs rising as he glanced at them,"So if we are all being pleasant. I shall make some deductions, first...You." his orbs flickered to the male,"You are not completely human, but not Were beast or Vampire or anything else. You are some sort of slightly blessed or cursed depending on how you see your own predicament human being with some sort of supernatural talent. I, myself, am a simple were beast." his gaze flickered to the female,"You are no common supernatural creature, your scent is astounding but anything but human. You don't have the musk of a Were or the scent of a vampire, the slightly sweet scent of Fae or any other creature I've encountered...you are the mystery." his orbs narrowing a bit as he smirked,"So...if you don't mind sharing, what are you?" a brow rose as he looked at her and wondered with a grin.
Post by Aine Erotes on Aug 4, 2013 18:50:11 GMT -5
The Elemental introduced himself as Alekzander. Of course, she already knew. And she knew the werebeast was Slyvester. But if she simply started calling them by their names without asking about them, it would give more away about herself. “Well, a pleasure to meet both of you.” She said, flashing another trademark thousand-watt smile.
The two talked about the bloody bandages, but Aine didn’t really pay attention. She wasn’t interested in some fight, albeit the bartender taking them away knowingly reminded her of Fight Club, all those men sharing the secrets. Albeit the people here did it for the money. Aine took her own shot glass and raised it with Sly, “To luck, an enjoyable night” She echoed. “And free drinks!”
Giving a small giggle, she downed it with a quick gulp, the sear of alcohol feeling familiar and pleasant. Although it was much harder to get an Immortal being drunk, Aine represented debauchery, and loved a good drink as much as the hardest party-goers. She set the empty glass on the table, and eyed Sly amusingly once he finally came out what was on his mind. He called out Alekzander first, and confessed his own state of being as a werebeast. Then he turned to her. She had a small sly smile on her face, “A woman loves being a mystery, and you don’t really want to make me give it away now, do you?” She teased, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. She laughed, the false sad expression quickly evaporating. “I am myself, I am Aine. Aine of Valentine’s Day- I’m like the protector of this holiday. I am that ooey gooey warm feeling of Love, and that hot primal urge of Lust. I am a lot of things, but mostly I’m the god damned most interesting woman you will ever meet.”
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Aug 4, 2013 19:35:57 GMT -5
Alexander watched the male as he unwrapped his bandages and handed them to the male who gave them their drinks. He listened to the were's deductions, picking up his own glass of hard liquor. He nodded and said "Luck" with the rest yet he didn't believe in luck. He believed in making luck for yourself, in doing the best you can no matter what and what happens, happens. He tossed the shot back with ease, enjoying the hot burning feeling down his throat and settling in his stomach. Then he leaned back and watched the two.
He said nothing as the male accused him of being none human, or cursed or blessed in some way. Then he spoke to the female beside them, and at this Alekzander grinned. Her response was even the more interesting. It also finally brought a comment forth from his lips. "She has to be a goddess. With that superiority complex, and her absolute assured way of speaking. However now I am curious."
He leaned forward towards the female, looking at her intently. "I have never heard of a goddess named Aine before...nor a patron goddess of Valentines Day. So now I'm curious...what is it you are the goddess of exactly?"
Post by Sylvester "Sly" Lasmer on Aug 22, 2013 14:10:33 GMT -5
Sylvester smirked as he listened to her speak, how interesting. She was playing a game of cat and mouse, but this beast was no mouse. His fingers knotting together upon the table as he hummed slightly to himself. Although, as she spoke she agreed with the fact that she was a goddess but not which goddess. Sly grinned softly and listened to her choice of words and then Alekzander's slightly blunt choice of description. She had intrigued both males it would seem before Sylvester smiled."She's the goddess of love." his orbs narrowing slightly upon her as he grinned."Valentines Day is the day of Lovers and Love. The Ooey Goey feeling of Love? It's slightly cryptic but not to difficult to pick out that she is the goddess of love."
He chuckled and grabbed the wine glass as he hummed to himself, his middle finger nail lengthening and darkening to a sharp point as he jabbed it into the corked top and yanked it off with a 'POP'. "To be honest, it's a pleasure to share a drink with a distinguished supernatural of your status." flicking away the cork to bounce across the floor of the bar. The male slid a cup before her and poured the red wine, before repeating the action for the mortal and himself. Placing the bottle on the table, he smiled softly and gently held the glass."So..it's not every day one shares a drink with a goddess and a human." he nodded towards both respectively,"So besides this bar, how interesting shall we make this night?" a brow arched as he glanced at the pair.
