Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Kiara and Lex
Where: Back alleys of Ann Arbor
When: 11pm
Warning: Violence

( All the pretty people died. Innocence is out of style. )

Who: Lex, Tanith, and some unfortunate NPC
When: Either very late or very early, depending on one's perspective
Where: Ad Gustum

( You really thought we'd let these two rest for even a second? Pffff.... )

Who: Lex and Tanith
Where: Outside Ad Gustum
When: Morning, right after this

( Scary part is that this is just the beginning. )

Who: Lex and Domina
When: Morning
Where: Ad Gustum, Domina's office

While Ancilla was giving Calypso the grand tour, Domina had informed her that she also needed to shoot Lex a message to meet her in her office. Obviously, they had things to talk about! Like how Domina no longer needed him to find her a mermaid. She was, however, feeling rather generous. So she would have another order for him.

Returning to her office, she scratched Hades' crest for a moment before making herself comfortable behind her desk, triumphant grin on her face. What a week.

Lex had returned to Ad Gustum a hour or so earlier, having finished the whole assassination mission with Garrick. Overall, the vampire was in high spirits. It had been awhile since he was on an hunt like that. Granted, yeah, he did kill several times throughout the week, but nothing beat the rush of lurking in the shadows and waiting for the moment to strike. So that at least explained the smirk on his face when he was walking down the hallways and eventually in his quarters. Once he was done cleaning up, wearing a fresh pair of clothing, Ancilla had tapped on his door lightly, giving him the heads up that Domina was needing him.

Dismissing the woman, Lex made his way towards the young girl's office, wondering what exactly she had in mind. Had to be something good. If it was another Wesley type deal, then Lex was going to be all over this. Not even bothering to knock, he slipped into her office and slowly made his way to her desk. "You rang, love?"

( Oh, honey, no... )

Who: Kitty and Lex
Where: Ad Gustum... seriously, you had to ask?
When: Late afternoon
Warning: NSFW

( And take it or leave it. )

Who: Garrick and Lex
Where: Somewhere in Ann Arbor
When: Late evening

( Darkness falls, here comes the rain to end it all, the blood and the game. )

Who: Lex and Tanith
Where: Ad Gustum
When: Morning

The past several days had been exhausting for Lex, partially due to all the violence that was involved, though mostly because the bastard hadn't slept during that entire time. It explained why he passed the fuck out in his quarters shortly after Monica was taken care of. Not sleeping took quite a toll on him, even more so considering it was a weakness with his family line. Though once he finally peeked out of his chest and slipped on out, he was fully rested and ready to go, probably repeating the whole cycle all over again. Douchebags never learned these days.

Throwing on a pair of fitted jeans and long-sleeved shirt, he left his room and began to wander about Ad Gustum. It looked like everything was doing well on the security side. Well, maybe not, seeing he heard there was some sick fuck being kept in a cage with a bitten were over night, so who knew how that ended up. Aside from that, all was well. Not much for the vampire to worry about. He even poked around to see if Domina was around and found nothing. Perhaps she was resting after an eventful full moon night... whatever that meant. Probably gouging some baby's eyes out or something. Kudos to her. Lex eventually found himself rummaging through some of the bottles of blood that were lying around and picked out the gallon that was left of Wesley's blood, pouring himself a cup to heat up and sip on. It was like morning coffee, except better.

( On your knees, bitch. )

Who: Lex and Monica
Where: Ad Gustum
When: Afternoon
Warning: Gore and violence

( It won't give up. It wants me dead. )

Who: Domina, Lex, and Wesley (NPC)
Where: Ad Gustum
When: Late evening
Warning: Don't leave Domina and Lex alone... bad shit happens


( See, we told you from the beginning nothing good was going to come of these two. )

Who: Jane and Lex
Where: Random bar in Scarlet Oak
When: Evening
Warning: barfight!violence

Lex should have gone to sleep after his talk with Pyotr. Actually, scratch that. He should have skipped out on the meet with Pyotr and sleep right through it, because the vampire needed it. Though as always when a new target was given to him, he couldn't sleep. He was a persistent, little bugger and was determined to track down any and all information he could muster together. Sure, the kid did give him some valuable information, but that wasn't on par with what the word on the streets could give him.

With that in mind, he waited until nightfall before stalking about town, hitting up a few back alleys before settling into a nearby bar. Some random seedy place that made a hole in the wall look acceptable. Whatever, if people were going to dish out some information, then that was all Lex cared about. Not like he was going to stick around for a drink. He entered the place, eyes flickering about the place while he slowly made his way to the counter. For a bar it was relatively quiet, and he wasn't complaining. Less noise made for a far more manageable headache.

Who: Pyotr and Lex
Where: Pyotr's townhouse, specifically his study
When: About 3 in the morning

Sitting in his study, Pyotr would have been the absolute picture of intimidation: large leather chair behind a huge wooden desk, classic fireplace (normally would be the only source of light in the room, but due to the guest he'd decided to douse it), and walls lined with both bookshelves and pieces of Russian history. The key word there is 'would' have, the fact that he was eight years old and sipping brandy out of a snifter and wearing a specially made smoking jacket really didn't make him look frightening so much as a hilarious mock up of what a child might do to imitate his father. Still, if anyone were to make fun of him they'd get his classic triple tap: two in the knees and one in the head, such was the price for mocking the boss'...condition.

This particular week had proven to be quite fruitful indeed. Operations had started with the normal, almost requisite, amount of bumps in the road. Nothing too major, and mostly able to be ignored. He'd already gotten in touch with one of his favorite hitmen, and tonight he'd be reacquainting himself with another. Ah yes, Lex had been a welcome addition to his arsenal, and one Pyotr wouldn't have stumbled across if Garrick hadn't decided to go off the grid for a while a few years ago. Granted the grid hadn't actually been invented yet, but the metaphor still worked. Since then, Pyotr had always tried to use one or the other Englishman for his most important marks and typically his most dangerous tasks. They were quite useful, and as long as he paid they were incredibly professional. Plus in the highly unlikely event that one of them died on a mission that would be one less Englishman and who couldn't like that?

Who: Lex and Wesley (NPC)
Where: Alleyways of downtown
When: Evening, while the fireworks are going off

( I don't believe in fate, but the bottom line, it's time to pay )

Who: Lex and Domina
When: Evening
Where: Ad Gustum

( Oh snap, shit just got serious! )

Who: Kitty and Lex
Where: Ad Gustum
When: Evening
Warning: NSFW

( In the midnight hour... )

Who: Cameron and Lex
Where: Over the phone, each at their respective place
When: Afternoon

Lex was starting to become the running joke around Ad Gustum with the horrible limp in his left leg. One of the girls even thought it was a brilliant idea to leave a cane in his quarters with a note attached saying that, you know, maybe the old vampire could use it to make things better. Yeah, Lex wasn't amused. He could do the whole House impression without a cane, thank you very much. Though at least it wasn't as bad as Monday night. He had returned from Jezebelle's place in massive pain, barely able to walk. Damn bitch was so stupid to think it was a good idea to stab him in the leg with a silver spike. They were fellow Shades! And he was her superior! Fucking woman would pay for that.

While he contemplated on turning her into the elders, Lex had to calm down and focus on himself and healing properly. By the time he returned to Ad Gustum that night, it was too late for earth elemental blood to help him out completely. All it did was make the throbbing sensation less painful. Now he had to rely on his natural healing and some doses of said blood on and off to help with the process. Until then, he was limping around like a Vietnam vet.

Sulking in his quarters, Lex sat on his desk wearing only a pair of baggy pants. Anything tight made the pain worse. He was in the process of re-bandaging the wound, grumbling to himself that the psychobitch would pay for it. Maybe he wouldn't take this to the elders and instead handle it on his own. Either way, he wanted to see the stupid girl suffer immensely for what she did. With that done, he curled up into the chest nearby for some much needed rest. It was the only way he was going to heal up, after all, though he had forgotten to turn his cellphone on the desk off in the process.

Who: Graham, Jezebelle, and Lex
Where: Jezebelle's new house
When: Late evening

( You're so far from your weapon and you wanna go home. )

Who: Kitty and Lex
When: Evening, after this
Where: Ad Gustum

( Darkness falls, here comes the rain to end it all, the blood and the game. )

Who: Lex and Domina (and some NPC goodness of Hades the familiar)
When: Early evening
Where: Ad Gustum

Domina was roused back to a state of consciousness, lying naked, bleeding, and broken in the park, with an ambulance on its way. Her brain hadn't really woken up yet; she felt woozy and confused, and a lot like she'd just want to go back to sleep, but she knew one thing. She was not going to a hospital. She'd done what her mother had told her, and she was done. End of story. She wasn't going to the hospital, and she wasn't going to have her wounds and weaknesses paraded about any more than they already had been. That decided, she shifted into her hawk form.

A born were, shifting had never been a painful experience for Domina. It had always been effortless; a happy, comfortable experience. This shift wasn't. It was just as excruciating as when her wing had been broken in the first place. She'd never had a bad injury in her life, but her mother had told her once that shifting accelerated the growth process - and that rapid, continuous shifting, along with avoiding the initially-injured form for a while, was even better. So that was what she did. She shifted back and forth between human and hawk, ignoring the baffled expressions and comments of the passer-bys that had come to her aid, and when it finally felt like she had the strength to fly again, she took off immediately.

Her destination was not her home, but the house next-door - Ad Gustum. Her mother had told her to come straight home (if able), but right now, Domina could really give a flying fuck (no pun intended) what her mother wanted. She'd left her office window open, and after flying inside, she shifted back to human form and all but collapsed on the floor. She was in a world of pain, and she'd lost so much blood.

( In which Lex bleeds, and Domina trips balls. )

Who-Sammy and Lex
Where Another bar( big surprise!)
When:just passed midnight
Rating: TBA


Sammy licked her lips contentedly as she walked into the bar, completely sated from earlier kill. She Had spent the better portion of the evening hunting, and now she just wanted to have a few drinks and relax. She had only been in town for two days, but already it felt familiar. There was plenty of sport for her craving, and there was enough bars for her to go around undetected. She enjoyed the amount of supernaturals this town had to offer, it made her feel better. to know that she was among people of her own status and caliber.

She slid into a booth in a corner, forsaking her usual perch at the bar for something a little more subtle. Since she wouldn't be hunting, she wanted to try and keep as low of a profile as possible. she was in no mood to be hit on by drunken men. She flagged down a waitress and ordered six shots of Rum and two of tequila. She wanted to drink enough to keep her euphoria, but not enough to get drunk.( though it would take a lot more than 8 shots to do that for her). She also didn't want to have to constantly keep flagging the waitress down to get another drink, ordering them in bulk worked well for her.

Who: Garrick and Lex
Where: Alleyways in Scarlet Oak
When: 2am or so

( And I'll make you remember my face. )