Erato

[ It was inevitable that they fell on each other, shoving at clothing, and rolling in the beaten grass of their training grounds. Hei's knife was left point first some distance away, flung there after Conrad parried a blow. Conrad's gun was left abandoned on the side, his own knife embedded in a tree.

And then it was just them, silently flowing through parry after parry, kicking high, flowing into a feint as one or the other dropped down low. There was only the sound of their breath and the challenge in their gaze. Rivals, and not even in the heat of the moment would they forget it.

Hei shoved, rolling Conrad's body, slamming his shoulders into the ground as Hei straddled on top. There were no masks, besides they one they wore daily. It was just Hei, and Conrad, and the unspoken need make the other man submit. ]

[Diva won't be happy about this. Conrad doesn't care. He remembers what it's like now, being what he was. He can't afford to lose that -- he won't.]

[That's why he's here, knocking patiently on the door despite the sense of urgency that's been building for days. Crossing this threshold may not be his salvation, but it's more than he's had in months.]

[Ever get that feeling that you're being followed? Because that feeling is probably screaming at you right now. Turn to look and you won't see anything at first- but then you'll definitely be pinned to the nearest wall by a certain shark.

He hasn't felt this hot and bothered for awhile, but today seems to be special for some reason. Whatever it is, Agito doesn't really care. He's found his newest little playmate, prey to play with, and that's all that really matters. This'll be fun~]

EVENT

Bienvenue! Bienvenue, bon soir mesdames et monsieurs!

This event's theme is:

Turbulence

( Qui aime bien, châtie bien. )

Notes: First, despite the choice of community, the tags do not have to be of a sexual nature. Threading may take place in this post, or in a separate entry. Second, due to the nature of this event/meme, if you are interested in making your own post with one of these prompts, trigger warnings must be used. Normally, they are a courtesy, not a requirement. Not so in this case. Entries which do not include them will be deleted.

As always, events are optional.

[How long has it been? Conrad can't remember. It must have been several days since he's last eaten, based on the hunger. It's rare that he allows it to become this intense; he can't recall why he allowed it this time. But no matter, he'll just be about finding a way to resolve it. And, fortunately, with his thirst so overwhelming he can smell blood keenly. Already he is moving, tracking the one who would become his savior or his prey. People were scarce here, and so that one strong, rhythmic pulse among the empty rooms stood out like a beacon.]

[With luck, it will be a willing donor. Otherwise it will be a true test of his will.]

[Finally he comes to a closed door. The last barrier between himself and what he needs. Hunger supersedes manners for the most part, and so he is opening the door uninvited even as he knocks.]


((OOC: Conrad Weller from Marina with memories! Feel free to be on the other side of the door -- he will try to coax at first, but he WILL get pushy if your character resists his charms, so please don't do that unless you want rough times.))

[ Maybe, after all the time he's been here, maybe he doesn't mind this place as much as he used to. Maybe that is why he is calmy wandering around wondering if he'll run into someone interesting.

Walking through the aisles, the blonde comes across an empty room and notices a very peculiar item on the surface of the bed table.

Huh. What is this? Well, these are clearly handcuffs, but why are they fuzzy and cute?

Sitting at the edge of the bed, the blonde curiously pinches and touches the soft plush, wondering what it could be for. ]
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{ ooc: Anyone is welcome to try to teach him how to use them, hehe~ }

EVENT

Bienvenue! Bienvenue, bon soir mesdames et monsieurs!

This event's theme is:

Hello, Cupcake

( Joie de la vie~! )

[Mm. Comfy cozy in bed. Axel's partially tucked under the blankets right now, not snoring for once, and he currently has his back turned towards whoever it is he's sleeping next to. If you happen to wake up before him, you may take notice of a certain something he's wearing and nothing else on top. He certainly doesn't remember putting it on or what for, but it's not like it matters in sleep, right?

Wake him up in your own special way if you please, boys and girls. Last night clearly needs to be explained.]

[Well, this is certainly reminiscent of something similar that happened back in the prison, isn't it? He happened to treat that time like any other, however, so it's no surprise that Axel's calm and nonchalant as he travels down the corridors, black ears flicking every so often to pick up stray sounds and long, black and bushy tail curving around corners and doorknobs just to feel what they're like.

It's kind of fun, actually, like it had been when he'd had the vampire fangs, perhaps, but Axel shrugs off those ideas as he wanders into a room he's never seen before. It looks like a library, a huge library, filled with wooden shelves, tables, chairs, and rolling ladders to reach the highest cases.

And, talk about serendipity, there's something...nearby. Something more like a someone, actually, standing over there--or perhaps sitting over there, quietly engrossed in a book--and all Axel can think about is bothering. He's curious, insanely so, more so than normally, so as his tail swishes side to side and his eyes lock on to the target, he slowly and carefully stalks before running and leaping onto the person, intent on figuring out just what the heck it is they're doing.]

((ooc: That's right. Whoever responds has been pounced on or can sense him and move out of the way if that's what you want. Axel doesn't have that strong of an affect in terms of catlike behavior, but he's after you regardless! React however you see fit~))

((OOC: Um. Let's call this "voice-testing" for Chevalier!Conrad rather than admit that I can't resist this mental image or Parsnip's enabling. Anyone tagging is agreeing to be potentially fed on. Tags will be slow, but I'll do my best. o7 ))

Diva?

[That's his first thought on waking, which in itself is strange, but the need was so intense that it sends him to his feet to pace the halls without another consideration. He's just barely out the door when weakness threatens to send him falling, but a half-stumble is all he allows himself. He must find her.]

[But there is something else. A tension that ripples through him, his throat tingling in anticipation. Sweat beads on his forehead as he takes a measured pace toward the communal bath. Washing his face might help rinse away the lingering effects of whatever dream he'd had... and perhaps find some drinking water to quench his thirst.]

Damn. [The entire room reeks of alcohol. Bottles and cans are strewn messily across the floor, drawers have been left open, and what might have once been a clean and royally red bedroom lies in ruins. Bed sheets have been pulled, curtains torn open, pictures tilted awkwardly against the wall...and somewhere amidst that mess is Axel. He's sitting on the floor with his back pressed to the foot of the bed, one leg stretched out long and the other pulled to his chest, though as normal a position this is for him, his current condition is anything but. Eyes appear bleak and tired, his coat is halfway unzipped and hanging lopsided off one shoulder--

And that collar. That stupid thing he'd woken up with around his neck. The one thing that's more than likely causing him to feel a spike of pleasure every time he feels a spike of pain. Even when he burned the pages out of those empty notebooks, hm. The pleasure was still there. Is he being fooled with again? Left in this maze, expected to tunnel his way out? It's grown tighter since he awoke, but at the moment he's in no position to try and fix that. So, now with a half empty bottle in hand, a headache, and a weary smirk on his face, Axel can only wait.]

...Mmn. Man.

((ooc: I know it's a stretch, but he's somehow ok with it. So...a friend of mine and I came to the conclusion that my Axel muse, aside from being angry, is in heat. One thing led to another and now he's drunk and he's ripped apart a room. ...Please do something before he kills himself.))

[A light hand on the edge of the fire escape was all he needed to propel himself over the wrought iron guard. Several floors up, Hei should have died, but a practiced flick of his wrist sent a wired guide circling around the nearest ladder rung and pulling him up short. Cutting it loose, Hei landed. A quick survey of the alley suggested he was alone, but even that was uncertain as a thick fog covered the hotel, dampening his skin.]

[Stepping further into the alley, Hei kept his face turned forward and his senses stretched to their limit as they tested the silence that engulfed him. He would not take kindly to any skulking shadows disturbing his escape. The place put him on edge, and he did not like that sensation; he wasn't supposed to feel anything. Not anymore.]

((ooc: Hei's not into intimate sex so please be warned if you tag. Slash/Het both okay. Posted mainly because Lena said I was a tease XD))

[ It's been... a while since he found himself in this place. He still has the same room as before, which makes him chuckle. The roof garden has become quite pretty, decked out as it is. Despite his better judgment, he is sampling a bit of the fruit, holding a few strawberries and cherries and figs in his hand as he strolls, looking over the flowers. Murata loosens his uniform collar and peers up at the sun, strangely content with the world. ]



((ooc: Gentlemen or ladies welcome!))

[Fruit isn't something that's usually on his plate, but there's no denying that Akito does rather love the stuff. He's kind of curled up on a giant pillow, watching everyone who goes by while still nibbling on a strawberry. He's probably had far too many of those to be good for him. The blueberries were nice too, as were the apricots. He's had a cherry or two, but he's not sure if he's as fond of them as the others.

But needless to say, he won't be at all bothered invading that personal space. Never really had an issue before, wouldn't now~ Akito's in a good mood, even with a few of the thoughts running through his head. Someone should come help with that!]

[The basket containing all those delicious looking fruits had definitely caught the demon's attention. The intriguing mix off all those colors and textures makes it impossible to resist taking a bite.

Hungrily, he grabs an apricot. The soft texture combined with it's juicy flesh is so very delightful. Mmmm. Then a little pinkish fruit makes it's way to his mouth. It's sour yet so very tasteful-

oh. god. this fruits are really good. cannot stop eating them.

... the more he eats them the more intoxicated he feels. This is like drinking, but way way better. As overwhelming as this may be, it'd certainly would be more entertaining if he had some company.]

{ooc: So very event'd~ He has had more than enough apricots/cherries/strawberries and there is only one thing in his mind: You and that delectable body of yours >) ♥ By all means come and have fun with the blond~}

[Conrad is leaning against a wall, gazing out one of the windows. He does not know this place. But even after several attempts he finds he can't actually leave the building. So, here he will stand until something changes.

He feels a strange sort of charge to the air here. He can't quite put his finger on it.]


(OOC: He looks very much like the Conrad you've seen around here before. He's actually decades younger, but little of that shows except he is missing the scar over his eye and his hair is longer. Also, I'm not doing the event, but I'm having the place have an effect on him. Touches will be more intense and gratifying. Feel free to have your character affected or not.)

[What adorable clothing Lacus found herself wearing! The plaid, pleated skirt was shorter than her usual one which made it easier to move around, and the thigh-high white stockings kept her from being too cold. Her button-down shirt had the most fun pink ribbons, too. Matching ones tied her hair in two bouncy pigtails that sway around her hips as she walked down the hallway, singing softly to herself.]

[Now, if only she could find Pink. Or someone to talk to.]

[The halls here were always the same, and the rooms equally so. It wasn't enough to call it tiresome, different encounters being what they were, but enough to make Conrad wish he'd find something different behind the door to room 142, the number of the key he currently held.]

[With an inward sigh, he inserts the key and slides the door open, hoping for the best.]

((OOC: for someone specific but if you want to, please tag! Looking for anything not-totally vanilla plz, but almost ANYTHING else is fair game~))

Eh? A necklace?

[The mysterious collar is perfectly fitted, not physically uncomfortable in the least. It is the knowledge of its presence that is most intrusive, making Conrad reach up every few moments to finger it gently. It's cool on his fingertips but the side that touches his neck is skin-warm.]

[The degree of humiliation this will cause depends on who happens by.]


((OOC: This event was so made for him! Conrad from Marina in search of a cruel master to match his new collar.))