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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 18:19:38 GMT -5
Demiselle's shoulders were shaking with laughter.
"War..."she said, still snickering, "what are you going to do, challenge him to a duel?"
She leaned against her husband, grinning.
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Post by War on Jan 12, 2010 18:25:37 GMT -5
*War laughed as he snagged another beer off a passing tray.*
"What do I want a mortal title for? And no one wants a title holder than can't be defeated. That would be boring as hell to watch. I'm looking at you Mr. Hogan."
*Popping the top, he grins and shakes his head.*
"Besides... I couldn't challenge him... he pretty much works for me I'm looking at you Mr. McMahon. Or at least he used to."
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Post by Death on Jan 12, 2010 18:27:05 GMT -5
*It had been a while since they'd seen Alexander in action. Death wondered briefly why that was. But he knew better than to stir the pot. The best thing he could do was hold her hand and keep his mouth shut.*
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 18:30:08 GMT -5
Demiselle blinked for a moment. She looked like a giant cat.
"He used to...?" she said speculatively.
She glanced at Death.
"He probably got bored or his suethor did"
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Post by Death on Jan 12, 2010 18:34:33 GMT -5
*Death just shrugged slightly. He was hardly one for understanding human motivations.*
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 18:40:32 GMT -5
Demiselle grinned.
He was bored.
She looked up at him.
"Dance with me, Thanatos?"
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Post by War on Jan 12, 2010 18:46:06 GMT -5
"Or burned out. Happens with meat sacks. No matter how good."
*War found a convenient table near by and swiped two chairs. Placing them near the couple he plops down in one and drops his booted feet down on the other.*
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Post by Death on Jan 12, 2010 18:48:25 GMT -5
"Uh, sure." *Death took her nervously into his arms, glancing back to War with an expression somewhere between apology and pleading for support. If there was one thing worse than having two left feet, it was having no muscles on two left feet. But as he swept her into the dance, he did everything he could to give 110%. Too bad he'd never had a cotillion.*
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Post by Olivier on Jan 12, 2010 18:48:29 GMT -5
"Oh, I'd say the Opera House throws some pretty crazy ones, and Venice blows them all out of the water with Carnavale, but this isn't half-bad," she laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen this many titles in the same place." "I'll have to the attend the opera more often, then, if that's the case." He said with a little laugh. "Though now I have an idea for a theme for the next gathering at the Desmarais Estate..."
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 18:52:31 GMT -5
Demiselle grinned a little as they danced.
Death was always convinced he'd never get the knack of doing anything remotely human, but he'd picked up sex beautifully, and she could see dancing was going to be something else he did well without meaning to.
Very well, she thought with an internal grin as he spun her gracefully across the floor.
"You're worrying too much," she said softly. "There isn't anyone else here, it's just us. Now relax, and dance."
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Post by Evie on Jan 12, 2010 18:53:52 GMT -5
"I'll have to the attend the opera more often, then, if that's the case." He said with a little laugh. "Though now I have an idea for a theme for the next gathering at the Desmarais Estate..." "Just don't try to import a canal. I had a friend try to do that in the Hamptons, and it was a giant headache, not to mention everyone tried to outdo each other with their costumes."
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Post by Death on Jan 12, 2010 19:02:21 GMT -5
*Her words were soothing (at least a little) and Death did his best to take it in stride. Shutting his eyes briefly (he didn't want to lose track of the floor or other party goers) he savored the warmth of her against him, the natural rhythm that they shared. It made it easier for him, which undoubtedly made it easier for her in turn.*
"How is it..." *He asked, looking briefly to the floor before meeting her eyes.* "...that you always know just what to say?"
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 19:08:20 GMT -5
Her luminous eyes softened, and she clasped his hand firmly, stepping neatly into a turn.
She thought of saying something trite and expected like because I love you but couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Because I've been in your shoes," she said calmly. Then she smiled. "Metaphorically speaking."
"I know what its like to feel awkward and cut off from the world."
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 12, 2010 19:09:21 GMT -5
*Eric strolled in quite casually, though he was dressed sharp as ever. Parisians did seem to enjoy there parties and he was perfectly content to enjoy its party goers. He smiled wolfishly over the assembled mass, as if trying to pick from a lavish menu. So many beauties, so little time.* From behind a tapestry depicting a fanciful forested scene-- complete with fey, a unicorn, and a tree with a Father Nature face--stepped the darkly beautiful and ethereally graceful Liath. If anyone had been paying attention, they likely would have done a double-take, as the tapestry lay flat against the wall and wasn't hiding any sort of room or niche behind itself. She immediately spotted the vampire. Well, really, she couldn't help spotting him--he was the only technical one in the crowd (the sparkly girl didn't count, in Liath's eyes), and on top of that he was quite fetching in appearance. With a small smile played across her lips, she effortlessly made her way over to him, the crowd seeming to part almost automatically. "Hello there, my good man." She purred.
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Post by Olivier on Jan 12, 2010 19:12:09 GMT -5
"Just don't try to import a canal. I had a friend try to do that in the Hamptons, and it was a giant headache, not to mention everyone tried to outdo each other with their costumes." His eyes widened. "Good grief, I can't imagine how someone would think that a good idea! I was simply thinking that the theme could be Venetian, and everyone shows up in masks."
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