Zilia
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Life is a party. Death is, too, once you get the hang of't.
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Post by Zilia on Nov 24, 2008 11:28:25 GMT -5
Zilia, Lady of Darkness - who liked to go by either "Zilia" or "milady", resenting the sound of "Lady Zilia", which she felt made her sound far too much like a mother-in-law - threw open the doors of her palace and pronounced the party on - tonight's party, not that it ever ceased, for it could always be counted upon the next night, revelries only paused when some terribly stuffy court business was in order. This she did very easily and from afar - standing in her throne room, throwing out her arms, and shrieking happily, "Welcome, my darling ones!" At the same time as she did this, the doors swung open of their own accord - and they were very large, very heavily-boarded doors - and her own voice, a bit scratchy, and booming, echoed throughout the castle. This was not always the case, that the castle followed her every mood, but very often.
Zilia skipped, holding her dress just so so as to make for greater mobility, over to a table on which a delicate beaded mask lay, put it on her face, and hummed to herself as she left her hall. She could never personally greet all of her guests, but she did enjoy to try.
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Belial
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Post by Belial on Nov 24, 2008 17:48:50 GMT -5
Belial cordially accepted a proffered glass of champagne - at least, he supposed it was champagne - from a liveried goblin with a long, curled nose, and continued in to mingle with the crowd. His golden hair was combed back from his forehead, and although the horns placed there were not overtly displayed, they were not at all meant to be hidden. Belial did not necessarily mind being mistaken for a faun, but he knew he was recognizeable in aura to those who knew of him, and he had enough pride to prefer it to being addressed by some underling or other.
Belial had continued to wander the ballroom - watching the cavorting with a distant but real interest and a raised eyebrow - when he finally took a sip of it. Most certainly not champagne. He made a face. Many others might have been satisfied to dine as though in the land of goblins, but Belial came to the civilized world for the express purpose of tasting mortal fruits, and preferred what the humans produced by far.
A hand slid over his arm and he glanced over his shoulder to find the lady Zilia swooping in on him, mouth in a crooning 'o' moments before she spoke.
She took his hand and leaned back, expecting and not disappointed that he would hold her firmly enough to allow such a thing. "Belial," she cooed, leaning forward to cup her hand into a half-moon shape and brush back his hair further. His skin tingled where she touched it, the temple, near the horn. "So long!"
"Indeed, milady," he said, inclining his head to her politely. "The adversary has had me on errand."
She pouted exaggeratedly. It was fascinating to watch her move - just like a dancer, her body turned one way and then another at the curve of her waist, her shoulders hunching or shrugging to prove some point, her fingers invasive. "You are his callboy?"
"Whatever is best for us. I am one of the originals, you know." He looked supremely unmoved and rather a touch bored, but there was a hint of fatigue in the pucker of one eyebrow. He was not at all pleased with Satan and wondered at his motives.
"Of course," said Zilia with a sweetness that bordered on malicious eagerness. She widened her eyes and raised her eyebrows as her teeth were revealed in a smile. She licked her lips as though hungry, and he recognized her fanning old flames, as she always had. Zilia, with the mind of a child, despite her being so many years older than any of them. He would give her no rise and nodded to her again. "But milady, you neglect other guests."
She pouted exaggeratedly, but began to move away. "But for you, Belial!" Her manner changed. She winked and smiled and waggled her fingers at him as she waved goodbye, then began to dance in the direction of the entrance. He shook his head, dropped his glass onto the floor - where a dogfaced person lapped up its contents greedily - and crunched the broken shards of glass underhoof as he went away to contemplate his lot.
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Nov 26, 2008 12:47:27 GMT -5
*Maria leaned against a wall glaring at most of the people at the party. Why did she even go to these things. A waiter, the goblin sized kind, walked past with a tray of drinks. That's why, she thought as she picked up a glass, free booze and food and a change to decimate the evil population of the 'verse.*
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Zilia
- Masterful Virgin -
Life is a party. Death is, too, once you get the hang of't.
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Post by Zilia on Nov 26, 2008 13:40:37 GMT -5
Zilia was dancing down through the large ballroom, very slowly and specifically, something of a skip. The train of her cloak swept the floor as she moved. It seemed that almost everyone who had some intention to come tonight was already there. This was not so many guests as she was used to. She bared her teeth momentarily as she considered this. She did not like having guests drawn away from her own parties to go elsewhere. She had heard that a few vampires had settled in a nearby city and she supposed they were very actively hosting parties. It happened occasionally. Well, perhaps Zilia would have to crash one of their parties later. Who knows? If they turned out to be so lovely as all that, she might have to encourage a joint party. Zilia didn't mind a change of scenery. What she did mind was being left out.
And she also minded people leaving themselves out. She paused by a wallflower, did a turnaround twirl, and skipped up to her. Zilia might have been a small little thing, looking almost overdressed in her black and brown garb and glitter, but a certain feeling emanated from her in a subtle manner. Nonetheless, she did not behave imperiously, as a Lady of Darkness might, and traced a fingertip down the glass she held. "You are enjoying yourself, I hope, my darling?"
((Short post of doom. I must hie to the library.))
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Dec 2, 2008 4:33:35 GMT -5
*Maria looked up at the woman who spoke to her, smiling politely at her. Now you could say a lot about Maria, being a good monster hunter, wasn't one of those things. Lets face it, she pretty much sucked. But that didn't mean that she didn't have any kind of instincts and right now those alarm bells in her head were going crazy. This woman was something Big.*
"I am."
*Maria said, still smiling.*
"It's an ... exhilarating party."
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Zilia
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Life is a party. Death is, too, once you get the hang of't.
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Post by Zilia on Dec 2, 2008 9:31:53 GMT -5
Zilia's lips, glistening and black with a delicate layer of paint, spread into a bright smile. To the detective's eye they would pass any test - she was not a vampire, nor a demon, nor a beast of any sort. Really, she looked very much like a girl playing dress-up in odd attire.
She was pleased by the response. Perhaps not a wallflower, then? Perhaps simply looking. It wasn't uncommon. There might be those like Zilia at her chateau who liked to have their fun, but there were plenty who stalked the room in hoods or poured wine while looking warily over their shoulder. Zilia couldn't imagine what was the fun in that. Who goes to a party for some serious purpose?
"Good," she said, cheek plump with her contented smile. Her fingers wriggled as though she were moving them along to the music in the background, and she swayed a bit. "Yet I see you are not dancing. Is it for lack of a partner?"
Zilia was innocent and she wasn't; she was simply a good hostess who wanted to have fun and yet she was the hostess of a castle filled of wicked and unspeakable things. Maybe she was tending to a guest to try to coax them into comfort. But it was still a maybe.
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Post by Tsuzuki on Dec 4, 2008 20:29:26 GMT -5
The party was full of of strange people and strange energies that set his teeth on edge, but Tsuzuki was trying to be polite. He wandered meekly through room after room and tried not to make eye contact. Wearing his usual sloppy business clothes, rumpled white shirt, dark pants, and tie slung haphazardly around his neck, he eyed the other guest's outlandish but expensive-looking outfits and smiled nervously. He had just been about to quietly sneak away when he spotted it; the snack table. Laden with glazed french pastries, trifles, treats, and more, and practically deserted. Tsuzuki gravitated towards it like a moth to flame, if the moth were particularly besotted-looking and moving roughly 108 times its normal speed.
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Dec 5, 2008 6:40:31 GMT -5
*Maria's eyes flicked to the womans teeth, fast and hopefully unnoticed by the woman. No fangs. That was a good sign. Probably.*
"More for the lack of coordination."
*Maria replied, a somewhat embarrassed look on her face. Paris seemed to be filled with graceful elegant women who could dance as if they were professionals (which many of them were) She wasn't one of those. She had the grace of a sack of potatoes that was on fire.*
"I can't dance. My feet tend to get in the way."
*Maria said, grinning, both amused and embarrassed by her own unladylike self. *
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Zilia
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Life is a party. Death is, too, once you get the hang of't.
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Post by Zilia on Dec 5, 2008 12:29:56 GMT -5
Zilia's expression softened into attentiveness and she listened to every word that the guest said, with an air of very much caring. Zilia had an expressive face and drank up other people's stories - whether casual, cold, woeful or ecstatic - as though suffering from thirst. To some degree, this was true; she was very much starved for contact with the outside world, and did not have her own coterie of companions she could rely on for attention and information.
Zilia smiled quite brightly at the woman at her words, however, and extended her arms to her, coaxingly. "Well, come for a few steps with me and I'll solve that."
She wondered if this girl knew what she was - the hostess of this monster's ball herself. But she smiled catlike and only remained silent.
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Xiu
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Fox in the snow%\1\%
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Post by Xiu on Dec 5, 2008 12:44:23 GMT -5
((I guess we can just put off the chicken thread a moment or two... XD)) The party was full of of strange people and strange energies that set his teeth on edge, but Tsuzuki was trying to be polite. He wandered meekly through room after room and tried not to make eye contact. Wearing his usual sloppy business clothes, rumpled white shirt, dark pants, and tie slung haphazardly around his neck, he eyed the other guest's outlandish but expensive-looking outfits and smiled nervously. He had just been about to quietly sneak away when he spotted it; the snack table. Laden with glazed french pastries, trifles, treats, and more, and practically deserted. Tsuzuki gravitated towards it like a moth to flame, if the moth were particularly besotted-looking and moving roughly 108 times its normal speed. Practically deserted the snack table might have been, it was not entirely deserted, and a small, pale red fox stood beneath it, green eyes lingering over all that rested on the dishes. Some of it was quite traditional, even if it varied across the world, but some of it was rather not. Flower petals and strange fruits rested for the mouth that watered for them. He would have only just reached it when the fox leapt up to the table, paws scrabbling on the tabletop to no avail; it slid off anyway, although it tried desperately to grab something before it fell, jaws snapping; the sound of falling, however, was not of fox claws clicking on the floor, but the sound of a body, of rustling silk, and a small, female-sounding, "oof!" Xiu stood in the next moment, a very short figure although she decided it was better to be short than to be small enough to need to leap onto the table. She wore a quju and her hair was elaborately done, her face white enough to look painted. She had no eyebrows but nonetheless raised one quizzically at the figure she found herself standing across from, reaching a hand out and closing her fingers over a sugared nut she popped silently and emotionlessly into her mouth, taking in the details of the rumpled clothing with faint judgment.
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Post by Tsuzuki on Dec 6, 2008 12:13:56 GMT -5
Tsuzuki recoiled as though shot. A fox who turned into a woman…he knew what those were. The part of his mind that was not shocked silent marveled at the irony, that he’d come all the way to Paris and met a kitsune.
And she was eating the food. Tsuzuki almost whimpered, but that would have been impolite. And as the legends went, rudeness was intolerable.
“G-good evening, kitsune-san,” he said, before he realized the woman was wearing a robe of Chinese, not Japanese, make. “Oh! I’m sorry- um- miss…” What were Chinese foxes called? Tsuzuki didn’t know- ohhh, Tatsumi would have known, why’d he ever let Tsuzuki come to Paris alone when there were things like this about?
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Xiu
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Post by Xiu on Dec 6, 2008 15:24:34 GMT -5
Xiu shook her head, mildly annoyed with this. She wore hanfu, not a kimono; granted, the latter had been based off the former, and she supposed it might be possible to fail to make the distinction at first, but it did not make her feel any better. Nonetheless, he was not entirely intolerable, as if he had been she might have took it upon herself to torment him.
"You are not clever," she said, not bluntly, but in an exceedingly simple way. "But you are polite. I see the dates are on your side of the table, will you pass them?"
Besides this, it had occurred to her that if he were at a party at Lady Zilia's he was not just some foolish mortal thing that she would have an easy time of tormenting.
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Post by Tsuzuki on Dec 6, 2008 16:15:12 GMT -5
Tsuzuki passed them silently and at once, a little sigh escaping his lips. Taking her attention to the food as his own que, he looked down, his eyes drinking in the food, completely intent, even widening a little, like a man dying in the desert might regard water. It wasn't his fault; had the food not been there, he would have been a most attentive and respectful stranger to Xiu, if nervous. As it were, he simply could not concentrate on anything else in the presence of sweets.
His fingers itched; he almost didn't know where to start. Taking something round and covered in chocolate, he held it reverently. Three bites and 2.6 seconds later, it was gone. Then another, and another, were gone just as quickly: Tsuzuki beamed to himself, mouth smudged with chocolate. Food he didn't have to pay for! And no one was taking away!
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Xiu
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Post by Xiu on Dec 6, 2008 22:39:00 GMT -5
Xiu was only moderately more polite about things. Foxes were not inelegant, but they were canid creatures, and they, as it were, wolfed down their food. Things fell into her fingers and were popped very quickly into her mouth. Like a fox whose muzzle is covered in blood, after the disappearance of a chocolate-covered strawberry there was a faint outline of chocolate around her lips and she continued on eating.
But she did not eat without respect to her surroundings. She took great note of the food; the baskets never seemed to empty. Charmed, for sure. She would have to steel herself not to eat too much, although since the lack of shrines she had found in France, she had had to steal food; it was never given away freely. It did not seem to fit a lady of her stature, but she was grown used to it.
Although normally Xiu did not look out for strangers, she was not uncaring, simply unpredictable, and he had passed the dates as she had asked. She reached out and took his wrist unexpectedly, her grip cold although her hands were small, like a child's hands. "You have to have more care than this," she warned, meeting his eyes with her green fox ones, brow stern. "It is here for eating but it is being produced by sorcery and tricks. Don't put too much of it in you. Don't you know where you are?"
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Post by Tsuzuki on Dec 6, 2008 22:59:45 GMT -5
Tsuzuki jumped when the fox took his wrist; a beautiful lady, he was reminded forcibly when his startled gaze jumped up to hers, distracted for the moment from the food.
"But...that's not fair...why would someone do that?" It almost brought tears to his eyes, the sheer mean-spirited trickery of it; that there would be food, but that it was edible only up to a point, was a horrible thing. "A party...?" Filled with uncomfortable energy, yes, and non-humans, monsters. Not that Tsuzuki could talk. He looked down at the snack table wistfully. "What would happen?"
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