Adrian Marius (venetianblinds) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-02-09 11:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | caim/adrian marius, mammon/mickey won |
Who Caim & Mammon
Where The Hidden Agenda
When Feb 8th
What Propositions
Warnings TBD
Status Not Complete
Caim had a few things on his mind before he left for Italy and he thought Greed was the demon to go to. He'd been spending a lot of time in Russia lately aside from pop-ins wherever he was needed for his soldiers and round table meetings with his army leaders. But, Caim always spent most of February in Venice. He carved the history there and he sure as Hell was going to be there for each and every celebration. It was fast approaching Carnivale time and there was no way he was going to miss his personal celebratory victories for Asmo's orgies or anything else for that matter and most especially wasn't going to miss the traditional slaughter of the bulls. It all began with the bartered release of a prisoner named Ulric who was let go on the grounds he presented 12 loaves of bread, 12 pigs, and 1 bull to Venice every year, which became known as the Slaughter of Bull, representing Ulric himself, who Caim was personally responsible for the crimes thereof. As a speaker and representative of animal kind, he was always there to speak to those bulls before they passed over. But, he'd had a few run ins with demons he didn't trust lately. Well, truth was with Evron in his life again he had a lot infiltrating his life that didn't usually exist. Evron was bringing Hell's society on him more than he usually intermingled. But, the pull to learn about him and be with him was strong. But, it was also Caim's European history that brought Caim to visit Mammon this day. Caim really missed the old days and his gladiator glory days of the Circo Massimo and the Colosseum. This era left as big a mark on who Caim was as Venice's Carnivale and the thought of bringing those old days to life again in the modern era was more than nagging at his brain. He really wanted to do this, find an underground way to create old fashion baitings. Lust had given Caim a scare, and although Asmo volunteered to help with bookie expertise when it came to the gambling aspect of Caim's plans, he couldn't help but reach out to "his brother from another mother" Mammon, as they often joked. This pair were a little tighter, but he still held reservations about associating with demon kind at all, and he was the original sin of Greed after all, and they had a few run ins with working together before and it was Caim's instinct to head his way for some detailed conversation on the subject.
Caim dressed his in best rocker boy attire. He knew the Avarice would be thoroughly disappointed if he didn't. He had the ripped jeans, producted up hair to look as if his hair was messy and given little care, bling on every place bling could be, rings, chains, boots chains, necklaces, earrings, wrist-wear, the assemble didn't lack completion. If anything it was overdone. But, that was Caim. He strutted in like he'd just rode in off a Harley with the look of someone ready to kick ass if he was messed with. The drunken crowd parted as he walked in. There was always "something" about his air and presence that had that effect on people and they stared as he made his way deeper in. He thought about going to the bar and asking for Mammon himself, but he knew Mammon liked an entrance so he made his way to the dance floor instead. He went up the stair at a run, hands over his head to make his way center-floor and screamed a high voltage crowd pumping yell and the whole place cheered and followed his actions as he started to jump up and down to the hardcore bass beat grinding through the speakers. Suddenly the already jazzed up club was in a rip roaring waving bounce of jumping dancers pumping fists in unison over their heads, all to the tune of Caim's suggestive appearance. He figured it would turn Mammon's head, wherever he was as well.