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[Nov. 7th, 2009|11:37 pm]
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Who: Kai and Rurik
What: A surprise.
When/Where: Backdated to Kai's last post/Kai and Rurik's place in Las Vegas.
Warnings: More than likely.

Still riding the pleasant buzz that came from the blood of a fae, Kai was draped lazily over the couch in the front room, strumming a guitar with no real melody in mind. He was curious about Rurik's 'surprise', of course, but tried not to look too anxious. It tended to make the man insufferable. Despite his attempt at calm, he couldn't help but glance over to the door every now and again, trying to will the other man home so he could see what all the fuss was about.
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[Sep. 19th, 2009|12:39 am]
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Who: Rurik and Malakai
What: Rurik's coming home
Where: Kai's place
When: Tonight
Warnings: Very likely to go NWS very quickly

He wasn't even sure how long he'd been staying with Kezia, avoiding Kai. He'd thought, at first, it was better that way. Kai was upset, with good reason. Rurik didn't care to get into a confrontation with his lover, who also happened to be his sire. Rurik was by far the stronger, being a vampire infused with witch's blood. He would never forgive himself if he hurt Kai, and he knew it was possible, given the heightened emotions they both felt around Kezia. But the months that had passed had given Rurik time to think, and his thoughts reminded him daily if not hourly, how alone he felt without Kai in his life. He felt an obligation to protect Kezia, in in a sense he loved her, but he was not then nor ever, in love with her. The loyalty of his true love was laid with Kai and only Kai.

After a brief conversation on the boards, Rurik made his way home, to Kai. He arrived at the door, and though he held a key, he raised a fist to knock. He would give Kai the satisfaction of opening the door.
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[Jun. 12th, 2009|09:24 pm]
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Who: Kezia, Rurik, and Kai
What: Sex and violence likely
Where: Kezia's place
When: This evening
Warnings: See the what.

He hadn't bothered to call, before showing up at her door. Worst case, she tried to cast him out. He was stronger by far, if he wanted to muscle his way in, he could. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, in any case, but now he understood the call of the blood. He understood why Kai kept coming back to him, year after year. Witches' blood was far more nourishing than regular human blood. It seemed to Rurik the difference between broth and beef.

He raised a hand to knock, though he knew she must have felt his approach. He could sense her in the room, and he closed his eyes, inhaling deep the sweet smell of her gypsy perfume.
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[May. 2nd, 2009|10:05 pm]
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Who: Kezia Muntenau, Rurik Markov
What: Reunions, of a possibly-physical nature.
When/Where: Tonight, during the emo-sex plot/A less-than-fancy suite in Las Vegas
Warnings: Likely high.

Kezia had spent much of the last few days getting to know this new, human-filled world they had landed in. In this education, she had made herself something of a small fortune, offering helpful (if not always truthful) advice in the form of a street-walking 'gypsy psychic', her bread and butter of the last half century.

Particularly proud of her pull for the day (gilded with a diamond necklace from a woman who couldn't otherwise afford her services), Kezia finally made her way back to the room Rurik had said they would be staying in; even for a nearing-two-centuries old witch, she had almost no need for sleep. Still, she didn't want to seem ungrateful to Rurik, for his help.

To that end, she picked up a nice old (apparently?) bottle of wine, a peace offering as she waltzed past the temporary wards he'd put on the door.

"Rurik? Are you here, you old bastard? I come bearing gifts,"
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[Jan. 28th, 2009|09:35 pm]
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Who: Kai and Rurik, Gatlin
What: Feedings, of various types
When/Where Tonight, starting in the vampire's house, to NYC
Warnings: Vampirism, possible violence, discussion of graphic violence

Malakai was waiting on the couch in the front room, distracting himself with a cigarette while Rurik prepared himself to go meet Gatlin. He figured the man could use a moment alone to compose himself. And on top of that, he was in the bedroom, and he kne wif he approached, they would never leave the house that night.

There was still too much unresolved. Too many wounds, open and bleeding, that needed to be rectified. But for now, he had to ignore that. They needed to focus on getting Rurik fed, on keeping him sane. The rest could come, once he was sure he was staying. Once he was sure they were safe.

"Come now, lover," Gatlin seemed like a patient boy, but he was also a druggie. The last thing they needed was for him to be high, when they got there.
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|09:21 pm]
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Who: Malakai, Ilya, and Rurik
What: Effects of the Timey Wimey plot, vampire style
When/Where: Tonight, an abandoned house outside Rurik's shop, USA
Warnings: Graphic imagery, mun-coordinated violence, character death. Ish.

When I'm Hurting Myself, I Just Try to Hurt You )
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[Jan. 18th, 2009|11:05 pm]
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Who: Malakai and Rurik
What: A(n unwelcome) blast from the past
When/Where: Tonight, Rurik's shop, USA
Warnings: Swearing, vampirism, mentions of abuse and sexual situations likely.
Note: Kai is taking part in the Time Warp, being sent to 100 years in his own past. That puts him at about 1908, where he is much more a typical vampire; crass, violent, and insane. Any italic text is spoken Russian, since Kai's English would be less than fluent at this point.

Malakai's reentry into the waking world was slow, resentful, as he felt the dull throbbing of a hang over assaulting his eyes before they were even open. He took a mostly-unnecessary breath to try and relax the muscles of his face, which led him to notice a few strange things. First, he was no longer in Russia. The air was too... dirty, almost chemical, to be his home. Secondly, there was no trace of the scent of blood in the air, which meant that wherever he was, it was not around vampires.

Thirdly- and most strange- was a familiar human scent pervading the air and, not that he thought of it, a weight at his side. One eye craned open to see a greyed head near his chest; not who he was thinking, and definately not a woman. He grumbled, giving the body a rough shove.

"Come now, off. This is no hotel,"
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[Dec. 30th, 2008|11:51 pm]
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Who: Malakai Chmelyk and Rurik Markov
What: Nuclear Fission. Do you really have to ask?
When/Where: Last night after Rurik's post, his shop near Kris and Ilya's home (wherever that is XD )
Warnings: Sex. Vampirism, possibly, with a 20% chance of fluff.

Look! A Witty Cut-Text )
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[Nov. 27th, 2008|03:13 pm]

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Who: Kris, Ilya, Kai and anyone else who wishes to show up.
Where: The house
When: Thanksgiving
What: Trying for normal
Rating: TBD

Normal Holidays are overrated..or so they say. )
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[Nov. 22nd, 2008|08:18 pm]
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Who: Malakai Chmelyk, Rurik Markov
What: A bit of recovery, from a bout of insanity. AKA some H/C for an attention-grubbing vampire.
When/Where: After Kai's game with Calliope, Rurik's home in Paris
Warnings: Swearing? And mentions of violence. R-ish.

It was close to morning, in the park, by the time Malakai and Calliope had run out of energy, and went their separate ways. Add to that the time it took Malakai to gather himself, get back to the portkey, and then stop for a bite (of food), it was close to the next evening in Paris, before he ambled through the door of Rurik's apartment. He was still favoring his left side, the wounds to his shoulder and ribs remaining as deeply bruised scars even after the day. He'd need sleep, and blood, before they would start to heal properly. He was hoping his old friend might be able to help with both of those things.

"Rurik, darling? Please tell me you're here," His words were tired, the syllables slurring as he dropped down onto the couch with a pained grunt.
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[Nov. 12th, 2008|09:42 pm]
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Who: Malakai Chmelyk, Rurik Markov
What/When/Where: Drinks/Tonight/Starts at Rurik's, then Moscow
Warnings: Drunk vampire? Possibly sap. Yes, I know, the most random combination ever.

Malakai rarely found himself laughing, really laughing, at much of anything anymore. Given his sense of humor, that was probably best for the population at large. But the irony of the slight... flutter in his chest when he found himself at Rurik's door, something not unlike 'butterflies', had him chuckling, smile threatening to split his face as he walked through the door.

He was excited, he decided, because they were returning to Russia. It was the prospect of real vodka, in a proper tavern, that was all. Right.

"Come now, old man," The smile was evident in his voice as he called down the hall. "Before they run out," Right. A Russian bar running out of vodka. He laughed even more, draping himself over the man's couch easily. He might have indulged, just a tad, before coming over. But really, he had every reason to celebrate- he had a son, he had his witch admitting to loving him, he'd fed the day before. Life was good.
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[Oct. 31st, 2008|11:07 pm]
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Who: Malakai Chmelyk (again) and Rurik Markov
What: Kai's week gets even worse, and he seeks comfort in familiarity.
When/Where: Tonight, Rurik's place in France
Warnings: Vampirism, discussion of past drama, possibly sex. Otherwords, Yes.

As he expected, Malakai had a difficult time making his journey straight to Paris, given the amount of mayhem and blood riddling the streets. For once, he wasn't the one causing it, and this was both strange and almost lamentable to the old vampire. Still, he had other things on his mind, above and beyond the sudden outbreak of chaos, and he focused his thoughts on reaching his old friend, and working through the events of the week.

A son. He had a son. The dreams had been troubling enough, but to see that man, from them, describe them so perfectly. He was dhampir. He never knew his father. It was all too much of a coincidence, and so it couldn't be a coincidence.

As he landed in Paris off the portkey, his mind was drawn from its thoughts by the familiar stench of dog, and it was sobering enough to have him running swiftly to Rurik's door. He let himself in, for once thankful for the ability to do so, before shutting and locking the door behind him.

"Rurik, old friend. Please tell me you're not dog-food," He was never one for conventional greetings. To do so would only betray the worry already much too evident, on his face.
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[Oct. 22nd, 2008|07:59 pm]
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Who: Malakai Chmelyk and Rurik Markov
What: A sunrise, along with other beginnings.
When/Where: Somewhere along the Seine in Paris, backdated toafter Kai posted
Warnings: Discussions of vampirism, blood play and rape alternating with fluff. Which is to say, there's no telling.

Malakai leaned against a railing over the side of the Seine, a cigarette hanging from his lips. His skin thrummed with the ingrained warning of the impending sunrise; no matter where he was, after so long, it was like his skin, his very blood, knew the feel of the barest sunrise, pulling over the water. It was something of a rush, to feel that dread, and not have to go slink off into the shadows.

He could sense Rurik approach, but didn't feel too concerned with turning around; ever since he had... ever since the other night, things were admittedly strained between them, but Rurik was right- there wasn't another person he wanted to share this with, than the witch.
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[Oct. 12th, 2008|09:32 pm]
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Who: Malakai and Rurik
What: Acts of desperation
When/Where: Backdated to whenever Kai posted (Yesterday, I believe)/Kai's flat in London
Warnings: Hungry vampire? Mania, blood play, possible implications of not-quite-consentual sex.

Love me dead... )
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|08:54 pm]
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Who: Malakai Chmelyk, Rurik Markov
What: Reuniting, feeding of the hungry, figuring out what the Hell is going on.
When/Where: Before sunrise last night, the hotel in Paris Rurik got dropped off in.
Warnings: So a vampire and a witch walk down to a bar. Which is to say, there's no telling.

Thankfully, after the slight scare of waking up in the wrong country, Malakai managed to get himself squared away, enough cash in his pocket (as always) to suit his purposes. He caught a first-class red-eye to Paris, doing a bit of searching to find the hotel in question. Of course, Kai's version of 'searching' was mostly barhopping, so it did take him until almost sunrise, to make it to the hotel. He tried to ask for his friend's room, although the desk manager seemed to be misunderstanding him.

"No, no. Rurik Markov," He slowed his speech, although it was still thickly accented, and the man insisted once again, there was no one there by that name. Muttering to himself in Russian, he stalked away, heading up the stairs to hunt the man down himself. It shouldn't be too hard- his power was unique, he could feel it in the building. It was just a question of focus, to limit it to a room.

Once he was at the door, he gave it a few harsh knocks.
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