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Morrigan Aensland ([info]vanityparadise) wrote in [info]poseidonacademy,
@ 2009-08-18 12:30:00

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Current mood: amused

Drop down menus= my eternal rival. :p

Who: Morrigan & John Milton
Doing what: Meeting, and drinking. In that order.
Where: Morrigan's room at Gardenia South
When: Aug. 18, roughly 9:30 AM.
Warnings: None at the moment, but this is Satan meeting with a supposed demon. There's bound to be some kind of blasphemy. Also, possible inuendo.
edit: Make that straight innuendo, and adult situations. Oh snap.

Sitting in her room, Morrigan flexed her hands and manipulated her fingers similar to a piano player. They were threatening to go numb if she didn't keep the blood flowing; so she worked on that while waiting for John to arrive. There was no real hidden motive behind her wanting to meet him in person, to the succubus it was just something to do to help kill time.

Rising from her chair, she strode into the common room. "I don't expect him to know what room is mine, after all." she thought, leaning against the couch. Folding her arms across her chest as she glanced at her outfit- sweat pants, sneakers and a well worn t-shirt, decidedly something a proper Lady wouldn't be caught dead in- Morrigan briefly entertained the idea of putting on something fancier.

As a corner of her mouth stretched into a grin and she gave a dismissive chuckle, Morrigan brushed some of her hair behind her left ear. "It doesn't matter." she remarked quietly. Which it didn't. Eying the door expectantly, Morrigan stopped moving her fingers, letting her arms fall back to her sides, her hands relaxed.

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[info]rulinginhell
2009-08-18 04:40 pm UTC (link)
John was also quite bored. While this whole business with Edward was quite the delicious distraction, it was just that a nice distraction from the events taking place in the law firm that he ran back home, and the now boring routine he had settled into here in the Academy.

Oh well at least soon Edward would do as he said. Or else John figured he could sell tickets to watch an insane vampire rant and rave about dead children tormenting him in his waking thoughts. He wondered if that would sell at all...

John climbed the steps up and came to the common room door before knocking firmly against it. He was wearing one of his expensive suits that everyone back home claimed that he had over twenty of, or else he had a new one for each day. It was a simple black suit with a white undershirt, neither of which had been pressed. It frankly looked like he had slept in the outfit or picked it up off of the floor someplace. He didn't really care though, John knew exactly what he was and what he was doing. Everything else was secondary. He held a bottle of chilled white wine in his left hand, a good brand from France, and awaited the door opening.

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[info]vanityparadise
2009-08-18 04:48 pm UTC (link)
Waving a hand dismissively at the door as it swung open of its own accord, Morrigan eyed John for a moment, grinning at his rumpled outfit. "Well, we both appear to be underdressed for this little meeting." she remarked, pushing away from the couch to walk towards him. Her eyes drifted to the bottle of wine he carried.

One of her eyebrows arched as she read the label. That was a brand that very few people had the means to buy, but he did mention being a lawyer. Looking back to him, Morrigan bit back a snicker. "An interesting brand for what should be an interesting meeting." she remarked offhandedly. "I hope the rest of your taste is just as refined."

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[info]rulinginhell
2009-08-18 05:03 pm UTC (link)
John took note of her dress and her comment and chuckled with a sly grin on his face. "There's plenty of other times for us to dress up and meet each other. A 9 am meeting with wine and lunch I figured could be a more casual affair," John replied as he stepped into the common room.

"A fellow connoisseur? Be still my black heart, I never expected to find one of those here," he said and gave Morrigan a wink. "I would hope that my tastes are just as refined, but things can be so different from world to world I've noticed. Do you have a corkscrew or should I just open it on my own," he asked.

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[info]vanityparadise
2009-08-18 05:14 pm UTC (link)
Glancing behind John as the door closed itself, Morrigan looked back to the bottle. Why deprive him the enjoyment? Starting to walk towards her room and indicating for him to follow, Morrigan answered his question. "You can open it on your own. And I agree with you as far as the clothing goes. I rarely make it a point to dress up after finishing work."

Pushing her bedroom door open, Morrigan stepped across the threshold. The room ws clean, but had a distinctly "lived in" feeling to it. Her computer sat on her desk, humming away, and a few different notebooks and reference guides sat next to the machine. On her bedside table was a lamp, a few scratch pads, and a leather-encased small box, closed. One of her closet doors was ajar slightly, displaying a few pieces of fabric, all different colors.

Walking to the bed and taking a seat, she snapped her fingers as two wine glasses materialized on the desk. "Please, make yourself comfortable. And you really think you're the only one here who knows about wine?"

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[info]rulinginhell
2009-08-18 05:25 pm UTC (link)
He took in the room and seemed to nod approvingly. It looked like a student or a teachers proper room with nothing out of the ordinary. John wondered to himself idly what these walls might say if they could talk. Granted he could make them talk and even if he was disappointment at what he might hear it would still probably provide him with some amusement.

Upon hearing the request John peeled back some of the foil around the cork before reaching towards it with three of his fingers and pulling it out a little bit before jerking the cork out. The result was to make that distinctive and lovely sounding 'pop' that all bottles make when properly opened.

He offered the cork for Morrigan to smell if she so desired and filled the two glasses with the white wine. John set the cork down and offered Morrigan the glass for her. When she had taken it he smiled again, sitting down in a computer chair nearby. He raised his glass in a toast. "To things that go bump in the night," he said with what could only be described as a devilish grin on his face.

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[info]vanityparadise
2009-08-18 05:34 pm UTC (link)
Deciding to go along with the somewhat formal presentation, Morrigan accepted the cork, finding the scent a pleasant one. Taking the glass, she snickered at his toast and then lifted her glass in agreement.

"And the bodies that do the same." she added, laughing a little. Whatever implications were being thrown around, Morrigan didn't elaborate. Taking a drink of her wine and almost choking as the cold liquid hit her throat, she swallowed, looked at the glass for a minute and gave an approving incline.

"This isn't bad at all. Not at all." Looking to John, she spoke after another drink. "So. I'm in a particularly giving mood, what would you like to know about me?"

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[info]rulinginhell
2009-08-18 05:44 pm UTC (link)
"Here here," John replied to her addition to his toast. He took a drink of the wine and smiled. "Yes I find it to be an excellent pre-meal wine, it works well to help remove the other tastes one might have accumulated. Not too overpowering either."

John looked at her for a few moments tilting his head to the right and to the left a little bit. "You don't have any human souls in you that I can see, so you aren't like those similar to yourself that I have back where I come from. How do you sustain yourself then?" John paused for a moment. "Where do your mythos or origin stories tell you that your kind came from? Before you seemed to indicate that you weren't created by your world or dimensions version of me." John enjoyed learning more, he had to admit. Especially about when he might have done in a different dimension.

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[info]vanityparadise
2009-08-18 05:54 pm UTC (link)
"I see." Taking another drink, she listened as he asked her a few questions and then sighed, looking slightly dissapointed. Well, obviously he didn't meet many of her particular kind, so the idea of him wanting more information made at least some sense.

"Energy." Morrigan answered. "That's how I sustain myself. Energy, mostly through sex, or hightened emotions, or simply beating a target into the ground and taking it while they're too busy licking their wounds." Her eyes showed a faint glimmer of what could be described as pure bliss, mixed with the eagerness of someone who was just looking for an excuse to fight. It was gone just as quickly as it had shown up. "My mythos? You'd have to ask the people who wrote it. I know that I was adopted by the Aensland household, and grew up comfortably."

Retruning his look, she posed a question of her own. "What are you, honestly?" It was a shame that her sister wasn't around. Lilith was much better at sensing power than Morrigan was. Remembering the last time Lilith had shown up for a visit, Morrigan inwardly face palmed.

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[info]rulinginhell
2009-08-18 06:03 pm UTC (link)
"Energy. Interesting. Can you drain someone of their energy to death? Or is it merely a voluntary process that you can siphon off of when you need to feed?" he said looking actually quite fascinated. This was an interesting idea. Perhaps it would warrant some experimentation when John went home last. "You enjoy it when you take the energy as well? It is a pleasurable experience for you?"

"Not a fan of history I take it? Mmm a pity but I can understand that, history never really interested me either I'm afraid," he said with a slight chuckle. He made a note to remember the family name and see if it could be cross referenced back home.

John smiled and stood up. "Where are my manners," he said as he set his glass of wine down on the nearby computer table. "I go by many names. But the one you might most know me as, is Lucifer." He extended his hand in greeting to Morrigan as if he was introducing himself to her for the very first time.

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[info]vanityparadise
2009-08-18 06:23 pm UTC (link)
"I can, but I usually don't. It's more enjoyable to leave them alive." Throwing her head back and laughing after he asked if the experience was pleasurable, Morrigan responded. "It is, yes. It's very hard to put into words, though, so don't ask me to."

"You learn from the past, or you repeat it." Morrigan said flatly, rolling her eyes. "I hate that saying. You repeat things because you assume they'll either change or stay the same. One idiot comes up with a saying as if he has any concept of how ambition works, and he's praised as a genius."

Looking at him as he stood, Morrigan's eyes widened once he gave her his name. "I see.." she murmured. There was the faintest trace of aprehension in her voice. It wasn't often that one met the devil face to face, and even rarer that it was under amicable circumstances. Reaching out to take his hand, she shook it. "It's nice to meet you."

Touching his hand was, mentally, the same as grabbing a live wire. Her mashochistic streak showed itself as she held onto his hand for a moment and then slowly let go. Wondering if he had the same emotional reading capabilites as she had, Morrigan worked on finishing her glass of wine. Not that it was hard to miss. Her cheeks were a faint red, and she looked mildly sullen. "So, what brings you to this school, of all places?"

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[info]rulinginhell
2009-08-18 06:36 pm UTC (link)
"You're awfully trusting if you decide to take me for my word," John said as he sat down and finished off his wine noticing that Morrigan was out of wine. He grabbed the bottle and offered to pour her another drink. He could see her reaction to touching him and smiled at her. "The pleasure was all mine Morrigan."

"Perhaps that little bit of contact you got proved to you without a shadow of a doubt that what I said was true. Still I could show you things if you wish," he said. John had considered holding onto her hand and giving her more than she had bargained for. However that would be rude to do so here while someones house that he had been invited in. Manners and all... Even the Great Deceiver had some.

John frowned a bit at the question but answered it truthfully. "I'm here because to be perfectly honest what I was doing back home wasn't working. Set backs upon set backs. I thought I had all of my ducks in a row to use the human phrase. And yet something was there that I didn't see. Cost me what I had spent years of planning to do. So here I am. Learning from my mistakes and working to better myself and my future plans. I do have eternity after all. When I'm ready. I'll make my move."

[ooc: Taking off now. Respond to me and I'll get back to you when I get off the road later on today!]

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[info]vanityparadise
2009-08-18 07:05 pm UTC (link)
"Or am I just giving you the benefit of a doubt?" she asked. Once her wine glass had been refilled, she murmured a "Thank you", and had a sip, the coldness of the liquor not hitting as hard this time.

Her eyes widened at that offer, and she smiled. "I'm sure we could both show each other all kinds of things." was all she said in response. Still, the offer was very tempting. She hesitated, forced her hand to stay on the bed, and drank some more.

"I see. It's kind of calming to know that even someone like you can misjudge a situation." She was being nothing but honest. "Well, I'm sure it will be a glorious move, when made." Raising her glass in salute to his ambitions, Morrigan smirked. She could have fired off a cliche riden 'Don't take the souls of the innocent' speech, but why bother? Not everyone on earth, if the school was even on earth, was innocent; and she wasn't one to judge too harshly.

Her gaze found itself back at his hand, where it lingered. Morrigan rarely felt that kind of energy, except after a particualarly good tryst, or a longer than usual bout in the training center. Steeling her nerves, since she fully understood that letting John see how interested she was, much less hold some kind of sway over her was just asking for a lot of trouble, Morrigan quickly threw her gaze to the ground, and away from him.

[ooc: Drive safely, or I'll come through the internet and kick your ass. B|]

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[info]rulinginhell
2009-08-19 12:27 am UTC (link)
John grinned at her responses to his words, nodding at the appropriate times. "Yes I'm actually quite sure we could," he replied to her as he saw her eyes widen at his offer. She seemed interested, he'd have to remember that for later on.

"Yes I imagine so. But just realize my dear that if I hadn't misjudged a few situations then the history of the world would have been quite different," John gave Morrigan a wink as he sipped his wine. He nodded a thank you to her toast, raising his all the same.

John had barely caught the gaze. She was quite good at resisting temptation it seemed. Good for her, so many humans these days were tempted far too easily. It almost made the game not worth playing. John was still wondering if he wanted to play the game with Morrigan. She was interested in him... He felt though that pushing his luck right now would only result in failure... Perhaps some time later then, it never hurts to have options open after all.

"Tell me about where you came from. Do you live in Hell? Or is it a different dimension maybe?"

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[info]vanityparadise
2009-08-19 12:39 am UTC (link)
Morrigan was usually always interested in new experiences. It came with the territory. His comment about history caused her to laugh, just narrowly missing dropping her glass to the floor, as it had been halfway to her mouth when the laughter hit.

"I live in Scotland." she answered. "I don't know if that counts as a different dimension or not." She didn't mention Makai. Why bother? While John wasn't sure if pushing his luck was a wise thing, Morrigan was entertaining the same idea, halfheartedly. The logical portion of herself was yelling something about not being swayed that easily by the idea of a fickle power source. The other portion; the portion that came out during her fights in the training center was arguing against that, and loudly.

An amused smile flashed across her face as she forced herself to look back to John. She could at least do as much. To not look at him would only be seen as rude. Hiding her growing internal conflict, Morrigan asked him another question.

"What do you do for fun?"

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[info]rulinginhell
2009-08-19 12:56 am UTC (link)
"You have quite the intoxicating laugh my dear. You should do it more often," John replied as Morrigan calmed down after laughing.

"Scotland is a fine land! Beautiful, full of life and good people who know how to live it to the fullest. None of this waiting around on what someone from above says," John said with a smile. "Not quite home mind you but still, a good fine land.

"Fun? Oh any number of things really. I enjoy dancing, exploring new culttures, a good smoke, drinking, running my law firm, meddling, and all kinds of other illegal activities," John said before he stopped for a momenet and then smiled. "But of course there always is Diaboli virtus in lumbis est. It's hard not to like that one the most."

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[info]vanityparadise
2009-08-19 01:08 am UTC (link)
"We have several of the same hobbies, then." A pause. "Except for smoking. I've never understood the appeal." There was a joke to be made about other things that could be put into one's mouth, but Morrigan declined the opportunity.

Her brow furrowed at the Latin. Latin, like any of the other languages she hadn't bothered to keep up with, eluded her. She'd have to rely on his body language, and what he had said after that. "I see." she said after a beat, feeling very stupid for not fully understanding what had been said. Something about "devil". Either way, Morrigan had another drink.

It was about that time that she realized the wine was starting to affect her. While she could usually drink her fair share of liquor without suffering enough of the side effects for them to be noticeable, this was different. Firstly, it was a higher quality brand, and secondly, she was drinking on an empty stomach, despite her energy reserves registering as 'full'. Moving to set the glass down, her vision blurring around the edges and giving everything a weird, ethereal glow, Morrigan worked on steadying herself.

"Do excuse me.." she managed, letting her eyes close momentarily. Reopening them, she found that much to her annoyance, it hadn't worked. The glow was still there, and her senses were working on deadning. Giving herself a mental kick as she had 'Rarely drink on an empty stomach' drilled into her mind from the age of eighteen onward, Morrigan resisted the urge to curse.

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[info]rulinginhell
2009-08-19 01:37 am UTC (link)
"Really? Perhaps we should persue some of them together then hmm?" John smiled as she apparently fumbled with the Latin. He didn't comment on it, as weither or not the issue would be brought up again would be soon enough.

She was getting flush again and when he caught sight of her eyes he could see that her pupils were dialated. So, apparently she could get drunk. Off of two and a little more glasses of good French wine. John found it terribly amusing that this succubus was a cheap date.

She was trying to clear her head, he could see that as she closed her eyes trying to clear her mind. He could see the annoyance in her eyes and features ever so slightly as her plan had failed. John decided to speak up then. "Are you alright Morrigan? You look a little flush.." he stood up and got a little bit closer to her to get a better look and to simply be closer to her. "Would you like me to open a window?"

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[info]vanityparadise
2009-08-19 01:56 am UTC (link)
"Perhaps." she managed. The light was comparable to having a high intensity flash light aimed at one's eyes from odd angles. Morrigan frowned and tried again to force the effects off. "You're slipping. Congratulations." she thought angrily, tapping into some of her recently gathered energy. While her influence abilites were well trained, they didn't always work against chemical induced changes. She vaugely remembered one of the first times she had been drunk and attempted to will it away.

Suffice, it hadn't gone well, and she had woken up in her home's master bedroom, the servants mentioning something about Morrigan nearly getting herself killed due to a horrible misstep.

"If I were alright, I wouldn't look this flush." she replied, looking up- Wait, up? Sure enough, John was slightly taller than she was. Of course, things were helped by her remaining seated.- at him. "The window is fine. It's not the air in here that's bothered me."

Mentally unleashing a curse as her influence abilities failed to diminish the effects, Morrigan looked away momentarily. "This," she said after a beat, with a self depreciating humor, "Isn't exactly what I was hoping to show you during this meeting. I'm sure you're thrilled."

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[info]rulinginhell
2009-08-19 02:05 am UTC (link)
John saw an opportunity here. She was right in that she she wasn't alright. She was drunk. Probably quite so if she wouldn't get up now. Her speech would probably be the next thing to go if she drank anything more. "Alright then the window can stay the same. Would you like me to lower the lights a bit?"

He then sat down next to her on her bed. He was still a bit away from her, but he was closer to her than he was standing in front of her. "You know I can help send that away you know. You've felt what my energy can do, it can heal and cure poisons in the body as well," John said wondering if she would even consider it in her drunken state.

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[info]vanityparadise
2009-08-19 02:23 am UTC (link)
While Morrigan was drunk, she wasn't blitzed. His offer to lower the lights made her laugh. "Fine. Lower them."

His offer of energy stirred something inside of her. Something she either didn't want to place, or didn't care to place. "You consider this a poison? How droll." It was an impediment, but not a poison. Still, Morrigan was rarely one to turn down energy. It was another Achilles Heel, in addition to her lust. Her gaze traveled back to his hands. "You bring me wine and then offer to cure me from being drunk. Very cunning."

A pause. "I accept your offer."

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[info]rulinginhell
2009-08-19 02:36 am UTC (link)
As if on cue with no motion from John the lights lowered, the bright lights that had been assaulting Morrigan stopped, now just barely enough to register, almost like candlelight.

"My dear had I known you would get drunk off of a little over two glasses of wine I would have gotten a less potent drink or brought an after meal wine," he said with a slight chuckle. He really did have no idea that things would turn out this way. John was still quite happy things had turned out this way and began to make the best of it. He was going to argue with her about the semantics before he realized that there was a mood here and that would ruin it.

He took her hand again into his. She felt the flood of his energy into him. He let her get that taste that she deep down was actually craving. It wasn't working on the drunkeness though, just giving her the energy that she wanted to experience again. John of course knew this, and had planned it. In response to this he leaned over and gently kissed on Morrigan's neck. She could barely feel his teeth graze against his soft skin. The energy flooded into her ass he felt the poison draw away as John withdrew from the kiss on her neck.

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[info]vanityparadise
2009-08-19 02:56 am UTC (link)
Arching an eyebrow as he set things up and then took her hand in his, Morrigan gave him some small amount of credit. It wasn't bad, for what appeared to be an impromptu response to a situation. Morrigan knew better than to let it register as such, although her instincts kicked in and she moved to hold him. It was as much of a reflex as it was an emotional response.

If the first shot of energy had been tantamount to foreplay, then this was heading right into the afterglow contained at the end of most of her conquests. Her eyes narrowed faintly as his teeth brushed against her skin, but the energy was winning out, and easily.

Once he had drawn away from her, Morrigan regarded him with an odd blend of admiration and perplexity. What had she just agreed to, and what had just happened? Too busy enjoying the rush that the energy had given her, Morrigan watched as the lighting finally registered as nothing more than a romantic, candelight-esque glow.

She felt lazy and satisfied, but oddly sedated somehow. Letting her grip on him go slack, Morrigan's eyes were half lidded. The energy finished running its course, and she began to slowly come back to her senses.

"...happened?" she thought, not bothering to try to find the missing parts of the rest of that question. It obviously didn't matter.

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[info]rulinginhell
2009-08-19 03:11 am UTC (link)
John was a man that liked things when he wanted them. No waiting for him... He gave sore consideration to continuing onward with the energy exchange in a more intimate setting. No... that wouldn't do. He smiled having an idea or two in his head.

He leaned over, his breath against her neck again as he spoke in a whisper. "I think perhaps I should go. I apologize for making you this intoxicated so early in the day. I did not mean for it to happen," John said and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, still covered. "If you want to continue the chat here, feel free to stop by. I'm in Delphinium West. My door will be open for you." John then stood up from the bed and made his way to the door.

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[info]vanityparadise
2009-08-19 03:46 am UTC (link)
So one intoxication was swapped for another. Of course. Morrigan should have seen this coming from a mile away. Still under the effects of the small transfer that had happened, she dimly registred his hand on her shoulder.

Her eyes went back to their regular appearance right about the same time he gave his room name and rose to move for the door. "I'll just bet you didn't." As he offered to continue where they had left off, it took Morrigan nearly every shred of her free will not to leap to her feet and follow after him like a lovestruck teenager.

She managed, somehow.

"Good." she choked out. As her body worked on sorting itself out, the feelings began to dim. Oh, he was good. He was very good, and Morrigan made a note to review this entire thing in her mind once she had the time to do it. Even on her best day, she couldn't get this level of yearning to settle in so quickly.

Looking at him, her newly imposed ferverence as plainly visible as the sun in the sky, Morrigan's eyes narrowed. "When this wears off, you and I will talk." She spat the word "talk" as if it were the worst curse known.

"You've got quite the card up your sleeve." The entire thing was stupidly clever, and Morrigan couldn't deny that. Mentioning sleeves only helped draw her attention back to his hands, and she angrily forced herself not to think about what had just happened.

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