Shiva, God of Death & Destruction, Dance, and Time (deathandbirth) wrote in chaostheory_rpg, @ 2009-10-28 23:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, kali, shiva, week two |
Who: Shiva & Kali
When: Week Two, Wednesday Night
What: Reunion
Where: Entente
Status: Complete.
Shiva moved about the city. It roiled around him, underground and invisible alike, boiling like an uncovered cauldron over an open fire. He could feel it, good and evil both coming, drawn here or intentionally brought he didn't know, but he knew Kali was here.
How she'd gotten ownership of the club, he didn't know and wasn't sure he wanted to know, because he knew his priya. It was a great metal and glass monster of a place, swimming pools and dance floors, loud music and bright lights. The music he liked; the rest he didn't mind. The actual draw was the people, so many bodies and couples dancing together on the dance floors, sipping mixed drinks together, even pantomiming sex against each other.
He mourned those times that had come and gone, with Kali by his side dancing in the flames and waltzing on light feet through rubble and devastation like butterflies in a field. He could still feel her in his arms, the sound of her laugh as they twirled together, the touch of her hair on his skin like a thousand silken fingertips.
He missed her.
That's why he was approaching her club now, after he had promised himself that he would wait. He would make her come to him. But here he was, standing in line behind the velvet rope, waiting to be let into the club. He could've just gone in, he could've persuaded the bouncer to let him in, he could've even given up on waiting and just made his own way in. But he preferred to do it this way, call as little attention to himself as possible.
After an hour or so of waiting, he came to the bouncer, and the bill in his hand multiplied to several, enough to make the bouncer overlook the fact that Shandar Maan wasn't on the VIP list.
Once inside, Shiva felt the mass of humanity closing in around him, masking his presence, accepting him into their multitude without question. This was part of why he loved humans so, why he wanted to protect them from the destruction he created, from the destructions of their own natures. If you look like them, they will take you in. They will clasp the snake to their bosoms until they fell dead of the venom.
He moved just as easily as the snake through the grass, threading his way through the undulating couples on the floor until he reached the bartender. A single hundred dollar bill suddenly morphed into two, and Shiva left them sitting on the bar. "Please tell Ursula that Shandar Maan is here to see her," he asked politely, his voice lightly accented and lilting quietly in the din behind him. "It is very important I speak with her."